Author's Note: This was originally requested on the Hetalia Kink Meme. Finally figuring out what Ivan wanted with that jacket~

Warnings: Omegaverse, mention of yaoi, mpreg and possessive urges.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters.

Since it was part of Alfred's attire as King, he must wear this jacket rather often, now, wouldn't he? It smelled like him even. The same faint smoky barbecue of summer that Ivan couldn't help but almost feel addicted to. What was it about that scent that was so...satisfying? Alluring? It was as if there was some sweet, sweet dream buried deep within that warmth of paradise. Surely Mother Spade left some sort of treasure in that King of hers- there was something to Alfred that was truly special. Maybe Mother Clover could lend Ivan a map. Ivan lent himself a moment or two, merely running his hands across the fabric to feel it, as if he were running his hands along the King of Spades himself.

He'd have to have Gilbert return the jacket tomorrow. Or maybe he could convince Alfred he'd left it in the garden. That would be nice. Although, Arthur would likely throw a fit, snapping at Ivan for having an item of Alfred's, maybe even scolding Alfred for being careless. So this was happening. Ivan was going to return it himself and what the chaos unravel. The way Alfred's brow crinkled when he was being scolded and reprimanded was just- there was no word to describe the feeling it sent through Ivan.

Alfred seemed to be flustered often when Ivan was around as of recent. He was just another King, the same as Alfred. Why did Alfred and Arthur always seem so rushed and worried whenever Ivan got close? It was cute when Alfred did it, when they were alone. When Ivan could feel Alfred's hurried heartbeat whenever he touched his skin. When Alfred froze when they were so close, with Ivan's face in his neck...

Snapping out of his little fantasy, Ivan shook his head and turned his focus back on the jacket. He should hide it, perhaps in the gardens or in his own room. Wherever he hid it, he needed to hide it well. Running his hands along it, he took careful note of the delicate handiwork. It was classic Spadian suiting with a silk lining, the golden trim and black spades so delicately sewn into the fabric. There were a few standard pockets, one on the right breast, one at each hip, and one sewn into the lining under the left breast. Pretty predictable. He lifted the wad of fabric and brought it to his face, not quite touching, and he simply inhaled. This jacket may have been a part of Alfred, what with how much it smelled like him.

However, a small bulge in the jacket caught Ivan's attention. It was in such an odd place- there wasn't a pocket on the right side of his waist, but yet the little bump was there. Perhaps it was a pin or a key to something, and Ivan couldn't help but let his curiosity get the best of him. Maybe it was something he could claim he found in the garden and use as blackmail, having Gilbert sneak the jacket back so there was no evidence. Arthur would get even more frustrated with him, making even more of a 'situation'.

Now he really, really wanted to know what this was.

Looking around like a child to see if he was alone, he deemed it safe to continue. A seam seemed to be the only thing in his way, a few mere threads holding little resistance to his curiosity. It wasn't long before Ivan moved the thread out of the way and he was in the clear. He slipped a few fingers in, poking around for the object. Sure, he was snooping around in Alfred's jacket and, sure, he had to fix it when he was through with it, but that wouldn't be an issue. If he left it alone and tried to push the thought out of his mind, however, it would be an issue. A constantly resurfacing issue of his curiosity. When he managed to grab it, he knew it wasn't a pin. It was more like a small bottle, carefully sealed so it wouldn't spill. He took it out of the hidden pocket and inspected it. It was almost like cologne, a small A engraved in what looked like Alfred's handwriting. Had he done it himself? Surely this was a personal item. Alfred didn't seem to be one to engage in more artful hobbies, and it was apparent with the sloppy curves.

Ivan checked again to confirm that he was alone. He wanted to save the trouble for later. He wanted to see Alfred's flustered face in the morning, not now while he was tired from dancing and their little spat earlier. It would be a lovely sight before tomorrow's send off ceremony.

The little bottle had no other markings than the monogram. Alfred should really save the etchings to a professional- his handiwork was sloppy at best. It must be Alfred's cologne... Did that mean that the little something Ivan had been trying to find wasn't even his own scent, just added to it? What did Alfred really smell like? Ivan pulled the cork out of the top and took a whiff, frowning at the strong sting of a barbecue and leather, summer and sweat.

...It smelled like an Alpha.

Why would Alfred need such a strong cologne? Usually, Alphas didn't wear such strong scents. Besides, when Alfred was around, it wasn't strong at all. Perhaps Alfred only used a few drops for a day or something along those lines. Maybe he diluted it. But why would he wear it? The only other aspect of Alfred's scent that apparently was true was that little aspect Ivan was trying to piece together. That whiff of heat seemed to be the only true thing about the boy.

…

Wait, no.

That had to be wrong.

Anthem of Heart. Diamond. Spade.

Anthem of Clover.

The Grand Ballroom was once again filled with the different visiting nobles, The Kings, Queens, and Jacks all lined up before the stage as the King, Queen, and Jack of Clover were to bid them farewell. It was a simple formality, but also a tradition unique to Clover. The foreign nobles were all presented with a simple token depicting one of the Kingdom's symbols but in a Clover-esque style. The King of Diamonds, an Alpha by the name of Bonnefoy, received a piece of marble carved into the shape of a lily. Beilschmidt, King of Heart, was given a cherry blossom token. This year, flowers were chosen for the tokens, the tokens being a subtle reminder that someday, the other Kingdoms would be assimilated into Clover. But that was ridiculous. It was merely a gift.

When it came to the gift to Spade, it wasn't given to the King. Alfred had appeared to be absent.

As tradition, the gifts were supposed to be presented to the Alpha Kings. There was no way Ivan was going to present Arthur, the Omega Queen, with a gift. That was absurd! Instead, Ivan had Elizaveta give it to Arthur, as well as have Gilbert return the jacket.

There was too much on his mind to get even close to Arthur, nor reveal what he'd found.

Watching the different escorts leave the Clover estate, Ivan found himself short of breath. When he had the option, he dismissed the Queen and Jack, wanting time to himself. Barely anyone went to the gardens unless they were tending to the flora, so he could hide out there. Upon entering through the marble columns, Ivan sent away the gardeners. No one was going to clean where he and Alfred had been.

He could almost still smell him there. The faintest smoke lingered on the bushes and on the wall, right were Alfred had frozen under his touch. It made sense now, why he had frozen...

But Alfred couldn't really be an Omega, could he? Alfred was a King! Kings were always Alphas!

Yao always followed him to the meetings. Had that just been a ploy? So that if anyone smelled the faintest whiff of an Omega, they'd blame Yao for being a defective Omega that can't control his scent? Granted, Yao's scent wasn't as special anymore- it wasn't unique, but broken. He merely smelled of a used and cast aside Omega. Maybe Alfred had been using him as cover since no one would recognise his scent, if detected, and Yao's story had been long covered up and hidden, leaving his scent practically for rent.

Did that mean Arthur was the Alpha? Just because Alfred's nature was out of whack didn't mean that Arthur's was too! Sure, he lead the dance. Sure, he was an annoying Omega. Sure, he was a bit dominant when it came to controlling what Alfred did. Sure, he-

… Ivan rubbed his face in frustration. This was too early for such thoughts. He hadn't even had a drink yet.

Maybe that was why Arthur's scent had been so foul. It was why Ludwig's and Francis's smelt terrible too. Alphas never smelled nice to each other. Why had Ivan been able to pick up on Arthur's stank of a scent while the others hadn't? Surely Arthur had taken the precaution and used a fake scent as well, his of an Omega. Why was Ivan able to pick up on the act?

Did this... Did this mean that all those... All those feelings and urges of sorts regarding the Spade King had been true? Ivan had been pining for him! After all, he was mateless and wanted a bit of that life again. Alfred smelled damn good, too. He was strong and confident, childish and handsome- he'd be the perfect mother of a pup-

Ivan needed to find a way for Alfred to become his. Of course, he'd keep it a secret, up until Alfred was ready to pop with his children. That would be a sight- the 'proud, Alpha' King of Spades mothering a pup. Just thinking of it brought a smile to Ivan's lips. He could see Alfred now, curled up in a nest in the Spade Castle, awaiting Arthur to come and get rid of the damned ache in his hips, but Ivan would come instead and claim him, taking him away from that eyebrowed brat of a Queen.

Maybe Ivan could finally have a family.

"You wanted a vodka, Vanya?"

The voice seemed to come straight out of his domestic daydream. Turning, he frowned at the nickname and seeing that it wasn't Alfred to use it. No mere labourer had the right to use his name so affectionately! Though, once he noticed that it was the Ace, Natalia, his own sister, he allowed it.

"You know me so well." Ivan murmured, accepting the bottle and sitting down on the bench he had just the night before when the Joker had come along, exchanging his services for permission into the Jack's room.

Natalia smiled softly, going over to stand by him. Her brother was a bit of an odd one, but she had a similar, twisted mentality, so she could understand him to a point. "You are predictable." She and her brother never had much time together, what with Ivan being King and her only the Ace, not even royalty, but she treasured it when they did. When she was younger, she used to come up with these wild fantasies where she was the Queen and could marry him, just so they could finally see each other at the dinner table and throughout the day.

"That's what Yao thought," Ivan pointed out, "and look how that turned out." He wanted to laugh at his own joke, but the subject of a family wasn't always a subject he could laugh at.

"That wasn't entirely your fault." Natalia insisted, reaching to pat his shoulder gently. "You both were young. You shouldn't blame yourself."

"Natalia, how would you feel if you were an aunt?" Ivan asked, changing the topic and taking a swing of his drink. "And I mean for longer than a few minutes."

She blinked at him a few times, as if caught off-guard from his question. Her soft scent of blueberries and family, as Ivan saw her as and therefore registered her as not a competing Alpha, reflected her surprise as well. "Ivan, I still am an aunt. Just because... that happened... doesn't mean that you aren't a father and I'm not an aunt."

That hadn't been what he was looking for. "I'm going to look for a mate again. Not any of these damn broads, dressing themselves up in suits and dresses hoping I take a liking to them." He stood up, finishing off the bottle and setting it down with a thud, nearly breaking the glass.

"Really then, do you have a mate in mind?"

"A perfect mate in mind." He nodded determinedly, the goal of making Alfred his engraved in his mind. "And you will breathe a word of this to no one." He added firmly, looking her dead in the eye.

"Of course." Looking away, Natalia let out a small breath. Ivan was getting a bit desperate, wasn't he? How would he be able to handle a mate again? Didn't the whole ordeal last time prove that he wasn't cut out for being a mate nor a father?

Ivan smiled, then leaned over to give Natalia a soft kiss on the cheek. "Just like when we were little." Not only did their secret-keeping bring back memories, but so did that small little kiss. He and his sisters used to be so close, as well as their little family they had made for themselves, long before Mother Clover had made their destinies in the castle clear. It was a shame that everything had seemed to fall apart once it got so good.

Ivan would make sure that his fantasy of having Alfred wasn't going to fall apart.