A/N: Just a cute little something. I noticed the, unfortunately, little amount of poly relationships on here and decided to give it a shot. Vladimir is 2p!Russia.
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He stood up a little straighter, standing taller on the tips of his toes as he reached above him, trying to grasp the bottle of vinegar on the top of the fridge. He could just feel the cold glass of the bottle on the pads of his fingers, yet could not reach to fully grasp it in his hand. Alfred jumped a bit, but instead of grabbing it, the bottle tipped over and rolled away. With an aggravated sigh, he brought a foot up to plant on the counter beside him, and was just about to push himself up when a body pressed against the back of his, and a large arm wrapped around his waist.
He saw a hand reach out past him and Alfred sighed; half in annoyance with his lack of height, and half in relief. When the bottle was brought down and handed to him, Alfred turned his head and gently pressed his lips to the underside of the other's chin,
"Thanks, Vlad."
Said Russian simply nodded, releasing Alfred from his arm after an affectionate squeeze was given, before returning to his place in front of the stove. The brunette continued his cooking as Alfred walked over, returning to his own pan on the open flame. They cooked together in silence, only the sound of sputtering oils and clanking of pans to fill in for the lack of noise. Alfred leaned against the large brunette beside him, and Vladimir freed an arm to wrap around him, but they said nothing else as they went about making dinner.
Soon Alfred pulled away and stood on his tip toes to softly kiss the Russian, before he grabbed the plates and glasses from the cabinet and began to set the table for three.
The front door open, and Alfred smiled widely at the man who came in the door. He put down the last napkin before walking through the threshold to get the others coat as he handed it to him.
"How was work, Vanya?"
His only reply was a shrug, but Alfred had grown too used to it to care. He turned to put the coat in the closet when he was grabbed by the waist. Laughing softly at the breath that tickled his neck, he turned his head and pressed a sweet kiss to the other's lips before removing himself from Ivan's grasp and hanging up the coat again. When he turned back the other was gone, but he found him again in the kitchen, pouring water into the set glasses on the table.
Soon Vladimir was done with the food, and it was distributed evenly onto the plates before they all sat down together, and began to talk about what they did that day.
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