Have My Cake and Eat it too!
General days of Winter
Chapter 11
By Otaku no Baka
No this isn't the last chapter but it's the last one before the epilogue. I'm making about...four or five more parts before the final final one.
So far I have *counts* this story to finish up, which isn't bad, but I also have the strange I'm Not Loving It. I have to tie in whatever the plot it rises up as well as the Blazblue/Hetalia crossover story, which is on hold for the moment until my plot bunnies run out. I actually have an idea for ANOTHER story but I'll do it once I finish up this and maybe half or most of I'm not Loving it. It's a tripping story I swear.
Oh and Prussia might not have a...five foot 'thing' as I thought and America is most likely gay, so take that all you Hetalia fans who think that since he's United States of Freaking A that he must be a homophobic idiot: http: / www. youtube. com/ watch? v= 6OINRd9vqv M&feature =related and http: / www. Youtube. com/ watch? v= o3EF_gT8T0A &feature =fvw like what the hell...creator-sama is weird :3
and yes Noto is a guy -.-;
I don't own Hetalia or Alfred would be even more gay than Poland.
"Ve~ Ve~!"
Feliciano hugged his fiancee, who scratched his head and blushed. Both of them were in Russia, near the end of the New year celebration. They were meeting the couple at their home near Moscow.
The hike to Ivan's house was a pain but Ludwig was glad when he spotted the familiar black car. "Yay we made it Doitsu!" Italy waved his arms; he had on a heavy duffel coat and two other jackets under that. His head adorned a tomato fleece hat with meatball strings.
Germany still couldn't believe he bought his future husband such a thing. The couple went up to the door and knocked, shivering slightly from the cold weather. 'Maybe this wasn't a good idea, I have a bad feeling about this...'
"Comrades!" The door swung up and both nations blinked. There was Russia with a flush on his face and without his coat, only clad in a long sleeve blue shirt and cargo pants hooked up by suspenders. He snug his arms around both men in a hug.
"Welcome to Russia! Amerika is already inside so come in come in!" He literally dragged them inside all grins and obviously drunk. Both nations glanced at each other nervously but followed the tall man.
They were brought into the living room and ushered into seats. "America love! Make our guests some breakfast as well!"
There was a loud crash followed by cursing as well as more cursing. Italy thought he heard a 'Да-да, как скажешь. Козел.' from the kitchen as he was taking off his coat.
The blond man was at a loss for words, but he didn't enjoy this silence. Russia was smiling too tight and Italy might start a disturbing conversation. "We..." He coughed. "We came over to talk about our engagement as well as the wedding. You do know that Austria and Switzerland are marrying in the coming fall correct?"
Ivan cocked his head as if he was in thought. "Да Vashu told me such a thing." There was another crash and the sound of something being thrown. "So what is the big date between you two?"
Russia was ignoring the obvious chaos behind them and Ludwig nodded hesitantly. "This spring, but I thought about changing it because I didn't want it to interfere with your anniversary."
"Oh there is no trouble at all!" Italy jumped at the sound of 'You uncaring son of bitch!'
"Uhh...Uhh...anyway..." Germany wanted to go with his fiance someplace far far away. "Bruder is already the best man and I was wondering if you had any suggestions as a fellow best nation..."
"How about someplace warm with Bratwursts? I prefer..."
Russia's words were cut off by America appearing in the living room with three plates. Germany paled and Italy actually opened his eyes to stare. The usually vibrant nation was pale and sick looking, his normal joyful eyes tired; a dull lifeless blue behind his glasses. He had heavy bags and his face was into a scowl; wearing nothing but a rolled up woven top and sagging jeans with smoking holes in them, from where they did not want to know.
"Here...is your food..." The blond German nation paused at the sight of something gray and dusty looking in his bowl. He wearily picked up a spoon and grimaced at the soupy raw taste of whatever he was eating.
What Ivan had was even stranger; it looked liked to be a soup with lentils, light broth, and vegetables. All three nations were hushed and Germany waited for the thunder to erupt from the storm that was brewing.
Unfortunately he didn't have to wait for long when his lover opened his mouth. "Wow this is the most horrible thing I ever tasted!"
Ludwig was about to shout at Feli until he heard the chant. Thinking it was from Russia, he gasp at the glare and the strange noise coming from America's mouth. It sounded like "Dumdumdumdumdumdumdumdum..."
"How about..." The words were low but chipped. "I serve you your hair curl instead? Would you like that?" Feliciano sobbed and hid under the table.
"Now Now Alfred..." Russia laughed and Germany wanted to hide as well when America turned to glare at him with such mirth that he hasn't seen since World War II. "А может, ты пойдешь на кухню и приготовишь нам нормальный завтрак."
Something cracked and both perturbed nations watched as the spoon that the blond was holding turn into sawdust.
"Ah...America! AMERICA!" Ludwig gulped. "You don't have to fix anything else please! I..." He needed to change the subject now. "Did your hair grow? It seems longer than I last seen it!"
"Si si! I think it would be nice to do it up at our wedding!" Italy popped his head near the edge of the table.
America's head turned slowly, like a broken gear, cricking and crackling towards the two. "The only reason why it's longer.." He clinched his hands. "Is because Ivan wants it to be long. I think he wants me to look like Toris."
There was another silence and the room got colder twenty degrees. Germany prayed along with Italy that there would not be a war over this.
"Альфред," Russia stressed on the word Alfred. "Не веди себя так перед нашими гостями; знай свое место."
"Мое место... Мое место..." The three nations weren't prepared for America slamming his fist on the table, cracking it into two. "Как ты смеешь такое говорить, ты, сволочь! У НАС РАВНЫЕ ПРАВА, ТЫ, ЭГОИСТИЧНЫЙ СУКИН..."
He didn't get to finish his statement when Russia rose out of his seat and pulled his husband in a blur up the stairs.
The remaining two nations blinked and Feli sighed. "I never thought those two would have a fight; I would have ate the nasty soup or kindly asked for pasta."
"..."
Alfred grunted as he was thrown into the room, crashing into the dresser. He winced in pain but shot right back up, prepared for a fight, swallowing back a feeling of nausea. He was hungover as hell and his husband had been drinking all morning; both of them at ends with each other until their guests arrived.
"I think you need me to teach your place in my house." Ivan was at his wits; he had been drinking since the last day of December and his little sunbeam has been less and less supportive as time went on. He finally cracked from all the drinks, fatigue, and haunting memories that plagued him. The Russian thought about punishing his little husband with his pipe.
"How about you kiss my ass and..." A crash rang out in the room and both of them turned, conflicted interrupted. They paused and focused on it, frowning.
Moving towards the fallen item, they both cast a solemn gaze at realizing what it was. The blind rage slowly dissipated out of their system. The broken frame on the floor was one of their wedding photos.
It was the one they took before they went to the reception. America decided to be playful and actually lifted his husband in his arms, making the site of the blond clad in a dress lifting his groom comical. They were laughing in the picture and it was the two of them in their own little world.
Alfred bent down to pick up the glass. "I..."
"Прости меня." They both said it at the same time and America sighed.
"I...I feel like shit and I still have a lot of pent up feelings over our relationship. Like I'm afraid you are going to just go back the way you were." It didn't have to be said on what America meant, the words "Back to being a manipulative mind fucking bastard." America thought he was acting like a selfish jerk and it wasn't cool or heroic, especially since the thirty first was that day. He should have been more supportive during his husband's time of need and transition.
"Да..I have been feeling similar myself. I care about you but it's like there is a wall that's not going down fast enough." There was this sense of paranoia, that Alfred would just leave him and stab him in the back, and that all these good feelings were a dream. Ivan hasn't been this happy for this long in a while and was expecting General Winter or himself to ruin it as usual.
The blond picked up the picture and rubbed his arm; Russia noticed the bruises and sighed. "Иди ко мне, пожалуйста."
America gave his husband a glance but nodded and walked into his arms. Ivan cooed and patted his lover's head. "I love you Alfred."
"I love you too Vanya."
They stood there in the bedroom, with Russia brushing his fingers and playing with his lover's hair. "What made you think that I wanted you to look like Toris?" Ivan asked the unknown question.
"Because he was your favorite and why else would you want my hair so long..."
Ivan pulled the blond back and put both of his hands on his face. "Because I never seen you with long hair sunflower and I thought it would look appealing to you. If you don't want it you should have told me."
America shook his head. "No it's not that it's...you sure you don't have trichophilia?" At Russia's look Alfred started to laugh. "I'm just kidding!"
The two rubbed noses and sighed at the lighter mood. "Still...what do you want to do now?"
Ivan grunted. He pulled back and pointed to his face. "Я хочу, чтобы ты меня ударил."
"What?" America's eyes bugged out. "Ты с ума сошел?"
"No...I hurt you and didn't realize it. So I want you to punch me."
Alfred gave a contemplating look and shook his head. "Vanya seriously I..."
Germany was worried; he heard a crash upstairs and then nothing.
"Maybe we should check it out Doitsu..." Italy was back in his seat, twisting the helm of his blue sweater. His dark eyes were open and showed concern for the couple.
Before Ludwig could reply there was another crash but this time it sounded like it came from outside. Both nations turned and ran out in the snow; Italy gasped and Germany face faulted, his eyes growing big as saucers.
America literally jumped out their bedroom balcony and landed near where he punched his husband out the window with a crotch. Both of them grinned before going into a fighting stance, clashing together in a brawl. Snow and dirt was throw into the air by their footwork.
"Stop it STOP IT!" Dammit he didn't think it would end up being this bad! Germany growled and tried to get the attention of the two joined superpowers. "Stop being idiots and cease this at once! You're married for God's sake!"
When America pulled a tree out from it's root and swung it at Russia with a battle cry, Ludwig knew he had to do something. The pale haired man smirked and punched it easily, breaking it up into pieces. Both of them clashed again and Germany grumbled and jumped into the fray.
"OW!" Ludwig literally slapped America's face.
He was going to do it again until the "kolkolkolkolkolkol" stopped him. "Don't do that."
Germany grumbled as he put the other bandage on the younger nation's other cheek much gentler. Both men had various bandages and wrappings all over their bodies but Germany had it the worse.
His fingers on one hand was broken and his shoulder was probably sprained. His face felt swollen and his nose was broken.
Germany tried to break up the two but ended up in some strange tumbling; being punched, kissed and groped. The short haired blond felt so violated afterward. Italy somehow managed to use his white flag to get the attention of the two idiots and they finally figured out that they weren't trying to have sex with each other but him.
America grinned; he felt so much better now! The nation thought that they should spar more often like this. He leaned over to kiss his husband and Germany groaned. "NO! You two will act civil and this will not HAPPEN again."
Russia shrugged, not feeling bad that Ludwig got his ass handed to him. " Да I'll make it up to you and little Italy."
"Si si! How about some pasta!"
"Whatever you want!" America laughed along with his husband, patting a grumbling and wincing Ludwig on his back. "I can even make you some curry-wrest!"
A few months later
"Hey Iggy open the door!"
A loud banging was heard at his entrance and England knew who it was. "Coming coming!" Dammit today was a day for everything to go wrong.
First he tried to make a special potion for Germany and Italy for their wedding and ended up summon Russia again, then he tried to get ready for the special day but Francis wanted to have a quickie, not caring that their 'son in law' was right in front of them.
"Get off me you frog!" He pushed France off, trying to button up his shirt and open the door at the same time. The Brit screamed as an armful of blond tackled him to the ground.
America thought he heard a crash and then the door opened to reveal his husband's smiling face.
"Привет, мой любимый подсолнечник."
"Vanya!" Alfred jumped in his arms and they kissed. "I was so scared when you vanished from our bed! When England called you don't know how relieved I was."
"Да; for some reason the Britannia keeps doing that."
"Да, я говорил ему завязывать с этой фигней, когда он пытался снова превратить меня в колонию." The blond huffed. "But it was so awesome Vanya! You teleported like Ganon or one of those other bosses!"
Russia nodded and listened to America's ranting as they walked further into the house. Alfred stopped when he saw the sight of England, clad in only his United Kingdom flag boxers and a complete mess.
"Iggy what..."
"Huh..." He noticed his former nation's eyes and cursed. "Bloody hell Francis!" England thought he at least had his pants on much to his discord. He ran into the back and there was more screaming, followed by shouting.
They were used to those two antics and just sat in the parlor; England coming back a second later fully dressed and complaining.
"Get your tux on! No don't come to their wedding in only a rose!" Artie yelled at his lover in the back and the British man knew this was going to be a long day.
"Well are you two going with us or not?" He noticed that the two on his sofa were acting too lovey dovey and it was making him jealous. Why did he have to deal with such an uncooperative pervert?
The journey to Germany and Italy's wedding was just as bad and America was glad to finally be in Sicily. He lagged behind England and France, who were still arguing, and hung out with his lover.
"Those guys are worse than us."
"Да."
"At least we get along and have a lot in common. I mean their arguments are sexual foreplay. I wonder do they do nothing but fight and have sex?"
"Да."
"Iggy accuses us of doing it too much but I need some serious brain bleach after catching them in the airplane bathroom. I didn't know you could use the airline safety bag like that."
"Да."
"Is that all you going to say?"
"Да."
America threw his hands up and Russia giggled as they entered the chapel.
Alfred fidgeted as he stood near the alter; it was April and it was hot. But he was just drooling over the idea of eating the Cannoli, Sfincione, and so many desserts afterward. He snapped out of his daydream when he heard the latter half of the vows and focused.
Italy decided to do his number and actually wore a dress as well but it was green instead of red. He would sniff and cry at times but otherwise the whole ceremony went on without incident. Prussia was stone faced along with his brother, who appeared to be so nervous that he would faint or vomit. Most of the countries were here for the second wedding and joining of nations once more.
America felt an arm around his waist and he smiled; happy that everyone was being so awesome and uniting so peacefully in the world today.
Omake:
After the long winded but powerful speech by Austria as well as the strange one by Prussia, everyone was well buzzed and eating.
Alfred gobbled all the antipasto in record time, eating everything from cold cuts to bruschetta. Now he was munching his way through tortellini and fusilli and even got some desserts from the Viennese Table.
Canada was on the table with his brother, along with England, Russia and the Baltics. Italy was already drunk with high spirits and dragged France off to talk with his husband and Austria about his brother's wedding.
"No wonder Russia calls you a pig, vous baisez ainsi brut." Matthew grimaced in disgust and shook his head at his human stomach of a sibling.
Alfred paused and glared at his blond brother. "You won't be saying that when you are one with us."
"W...what." England sputtered and almost choked on his salad. The other nations turned to Russia, who was silent and continued to eat his penne with vodka sauce.
"..." Estonia and Latvia shivered but Toris laughed, already well plastered.
"Ohhh...sounds nice, just like me and Poland becoming one again!" The brown haired man giggled and tried to hide his face behind his hand. "Wait that's suppose to be a secret~!"
Everyone was shell shocked but the obvious high Lithuania. They all caught how America was mumbling awesome it would be to have cola and hotdogs as national foods and the evil chuckle from Ivan.
Translations and Notes:
Yeah whatever you dick. - Да-да, как скажешь. Козел.
What America gave Germany and Italy was Prostokvasha gruel, Fermented Milk with gruel. He gave Russia Pokhlebka soup, which is a very light soup and is used in appetizers. It has broth that is cooked with water and vegetables and contains potatoes, turnips, and some lentils. Nothing is added on to this like the other Russia soups, such as oils, cream, or butter. http: / en. petitchef. com/recipes/ russian- lenten- pokhlebka- soup- fid- 836554 Yes Al is that hungover that he can't cook normally.
The dumdumdumdum is basically a quicker version of Al's chanting; kinda like how you can say kol and then kolkolkol. It sounds like the Jaw's theme from the movie.
How about you go into the kitchen and give us a proper breakfast.: А может, ты пойдешь на кухню и
Alfred; Don't do such things in front of our guests; know your place.: Альфред, Не веди себя так перед нашими гостями; знай свое место.
My place...My place...: Мое место... Мое место...
How dare you say such a thing you old bastard! WE ARE EQUAL YOU SELF CENTERED OF A... : Как ты смеешь такое говорить, ты, сволочь! У НАС РАВНЫЕ ПРАВА, ТЫ, ЭГОИСТИЧНЫЙ СУКИН...
I'm sorry.: Прости меня.
Come here please.: Иди ко мне, пожалуйста.
Trichophilia is a fetish for hair.
I want you to hit me.: Я хочу, чтобы ты меня ударил.
Are you crazy?: Ты с ума сошел?
Curry-wrest is consisted of hot pork sausage that is topped with a curry sauce made with ketchup or tomato paste mixed with curry as well as tons of curry powder. It's usually served on fast food trucks. http: / en. wikipedia. org /wiki/ Currywurst
Hello my loving sunflower - Привет, мой любимый подсолнечник.
Yeah I told him to stop doing that stuff when he was trying to turn me back into a colony again.: Да, я говорил ему завязывать с этой фигней, когда он пытался снова превратить меня в колонию.
Ganon is from Legend of Zelda series and is a boss that teleports a lot. Actually the earlier and the current Link games use a massive amount of teleportation in order to progress through the game. America is once again comparing his husband to video game bosses.
Brain bleach: When you see something so badly that you want to wash it away from your mind; something that cannot be unseen. Don't ask about the airline bag and what it was used for.
Cannoli: Sicilian pastry desserts that are basically fried tube shaped rolls filled with sweet cheese and chopped succade, or fruit citrus rimes and or peels. It's popular in Italian America dishes and very common in the USA.
Sfincione: Another word for Sicilian Pizza, which is square and contains more dough, cheese, and sauce than the average pizza. The top ingredients for this kind of pizza are Corinne cheese and bits of anchovies, (pecorino cheese is a hard Italian cheese from sheep.)
Italian weddings is from this: http: / www. lifeinitaly. com/ weddings / Traditional-Italian-Wedding .asp They usually serve the antipasto, or appetizers before the main courses and drink quite a lot.
Fusilli is a three edge spiral pasta and Tortellini is ring shaped pasta stuffed with meats and cheeses. Viennese Table is a dessert buffet that's served at Italian weddings, most of the time in Sicilly.
You are so fucking gross: vous baisez ainsi brut
Bruschetta: bread that's grilled and rubbed with extra virgin olive oil, garlic, salt, and pepper. Topping include onions, tomatoes, basil, more garlic, sometimes cold cuts like prosciutto which is dry cured ham.
