Hey, guys. Sorry that this is late. I've had work for the past 4 days nonstop and just yeah anyway yeah i'm really tired and it's 3:30 AM so i didn't exactly edit this
i'm sorry
enjoy, eh?
Pairing:Russia/America or Ivan/Alfred
Fandom: Hetalia
Disclaimer: Yup.
Warnings: Homosexual stuff. In this fan fiction. If you don't like it. I do not give a shit. Really.
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Mix - 12
Alfred stood in the Vitamin isle, putting a foot on the stepladder in front of him, glaring.
"I have to fucking relocate all you son's-a-bitches," he said to them. "Like a boss."
"Alfred-"
The American yelped, kicking his stepladder forward and hitting the back of his head against the shelf, frightened.
"… That was highly unnecessary," Ivan sighed.
Alfred's face reddened as he turned to look at the Russian, looking embarrassed. The American mumbled something incoherently, rubbing the back of his head.
Ivan looked slightly sheepish as the American bent over and retrieved the ladder, folding it and leaving it to lean against the isle. "Stalking me now?" he gave Ivan a teasing smile, straightening.
"Nyet," was the quick reply. The Russian soon after held up a basket of travel-sized toiletries. The younger male's smile twitched slightly before disappearing altogether.
"Oh. I see," he nodded, turning away from the older man, taking a few vitamin bottles and throwing them into a box. Trying to sound nonchalant, he continued. "That's cool. Must be excited to be going back to Russia and stuff."
Ivan shrugged, hiding the bottom of his face with his scarf.
"Try not to miss me too much," Alfred's voice dripped with sarcasm, not being able to stop talking. He shrugged his shoulders and fixed the hood of his pullover, ran a hand through his hair before mussing it up again, tugged his pants up slightly. "Cos, you know, I'm just so fucking impor-"
Ivan attempted a strangled laugh. "You look like you want to kill something, Dorogoy."
Alfred turned to the Russian, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed, his lips stretched back into a scowl. "Why the fuck would I want to kill something?"
The Russian looked highly uncomfortable.
"Please stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"You know what, Alfred."
"Well, I don't know, Ivan -fucking- Braginski! You know my parents - and, just," Alfred paused, his breathing heavy. "You know how much shit I'm going to be in if they found out I'm fucking one of their colleagues?"
Ludwig had managed to walk past as the American spoke, leaving him both flustered and annoyed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing in and out.
"Alfred, if you are going to have an argument, please proceed to the break room, at least," Ludwig spoke up, walking towards the two men. "Also," he turned to Ivan. "Hallo. Do you want some help?"
"Nyet. I apologize. I will be leaving now," Ivan replied, not unkindly. "Spasibo."
Ludwig nodded, turned to glare at Alfred, and walked away.
Ivan turned to Alfred after he finished watching the German turning into another isle. "You will not have to worry," the Russian smiled childishly. "our little.. Adventures will not be happening anymore, da?"
Alfred stared up at the Russian with wide eyes, taking a step back. "Ahm," the American cleared his throat. His throat closed up momentarily, a slightly pressure building in the back of his eyes forming. He coughed and stretched his lips, forming a faulty smile. "Oh," he took another step back, slowly, slowly, walking backwards, away from Ivan. "Yeah."
Ivan stared at the American curiously, watching him back away, feeling dread build up in his chest.
What did he just do?
"I- I mean like, like, it wasn't like we were doing anything but that, and, like," Alfred laughed, humorless, as he tripped over a stray basket of vitamin bottles he had placed early. His back hitting the ground, he grunted. "Like, we didn't have anything more than that fuck-buddy-friendship and you can just go now, alright? Have a good time in Russia, asshole, okay? And just fuck you, bro," Alfred rolled over and lifted himself from the store's floor, swiftly walking away from the isle and towards the break room, his walking speed gaining each step he took.
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"Alfred~" Feliciano skipped towards the American, pausing when he saw the younger man's face. "Dio mio, Alfred, are you okay?"
Alfred jumped slightly, looking up from his lap. "Oh, hey, buddy," he smiled weakly. "I'm just tired."
"You look sick, mi amico," Feliciano looked up at the American, who was sitting in the back room's table, next to the label printer. "Do you have a cold?"
"Nah, Feliciano," Alfred shook his head. "Ah, I just.."
Alfred mumbled something incoherently, looking pained.
"Eh? Speak up! ve ~" Feliciano smiled airily.
Alfred choked momentarily. "I think I gained feelings for the wrong person, Feliciano," The American gripped the edge of the table tightly. "I kind of hate myself for it."
Feliciano looked sad. "That can't be true, Alfred." he replied. "but, if you think so… I think we should go out drinking tonight, ve ~"
As the words came from his mouth, Alfred looked skeptical. Bad things always seemed to happen when he was drunk for some reason…
"We as in you, me… Ludwig.."
"Romano and his boyfriend and a bunch of other people, ve~" Feliciano smiled excitedly. "Please, Alfred! I want you be to happy! Ve ~"
Alfred couldn't help but smile at the petite man's excitement. "Alright, Feliciano," he grinned. "Just for you."
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Alfred threw his head back and swallowed the last of his beer in one breathe, giving a loud gasp as he slammed his cup back into the table. "This was awesome, you guys," he grinned, head lolling back. HE slid down his seat a little more, out of it completely.
"Fuck, guys, he's so drunk," Gilbert laughed, his arm around Matthew's shoulders. "I think it's time he gets his ass home."
"Ja," Ludwig replied, lying his head on the table, also inebriated. Feliciano clung to him tightly, whispering little things in his ear that made his lips twitch upwards.
Alfred leaned his head against the wall as he watched the couple huddle together, whispering, his expression longing.
"Hey, Al, you wanna head home now?" Matthew piped up, leaning over the table to get his attention. Alfred turned to his, eyes half lidded.
Giving his brother a small smile, he nodded. "Yeah, Mattie, I do."
The Canadian gave him a small smile and nodded, standing up, until a large hand rested heavily on his shoulder.
"No worries, comrade," an accented voice accompanied the hand. "I shall return your sibling home safely."
"Aren't you-"
The Russian shushed his, smiling. Matthew shivered slightly at the look, uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and simply nodded, turning back towards his friends.
Heavy footsteps fell until they reached a nearly passed-out Alfred Jones. "Come, Dorogoy, let us bring you home safely, da?"
Alfred mumbled back a low 'okay', wrapping his arms around the Russian's neck when he bent down to retrieve the younger man. The Russian stumbled slightly at the sudden weight and the slight haziness his mind had from drinking a bit too many shots.
Stumbling towards his abandoned table, his picked up his last shot and quickly drank it, throwing the tiny glass carelessly before making his way out of the small pub, the American sleepily stumbling along with him, eyes closed.
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love: Thank you! Very much. I'm glad you enjoyed chapter 11.
Anyway. I'm re-editing both Absolute and TGMTEL, you guys. Look out for those. And Violet's one-shot!:3
Btw: I'll reply to your messages tomorrow, I'm sleepy and I feel like crap and my brother keeps calling my useless. I wanna sleep this day off.
and if anyone has any suggestions on something they want for a one shot i'm totally up for it. i wanna fill up this gigantic hole in the RusAme fanbase on this freaking site. and i edited some French in chapter 11 thank to the freaking awesome person that i credited after i edited because yeah. and anyway if anyone cares, i remade my tumblr because i was bored. and. i deleted my old one because an old friend was harassing me via askbox. anyway! yeah. it's hallovegard (dot) tumblr (dot) com
okay bye
