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Matthew groaned, rolling over in his bed and tried to cover his face with his pillow. He needed to sleep just a little longer. He needed it. He had barely gotten any sleep in the past 48 hours and he needed the sweet relief of unconsciousness. Please Mr. Sun, could you hold on for five more minutes?
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Matthew groaned again, curling into a ball and tangling the sheets with his legs. What the fuck was that noise anyway? Why couldn't he just have a little rest? If it was Alfred trying to get into his room he was going to fucking kill him. Didn't he understand that he needed to sleep or he was going to have murder someone?
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Twice, in quick succession caused the younger twin to flinch. Damn it all. He flung the cover off him angrily and stumbled onto his legs. Only in a pair of simple red boxers, he staggered to his bedroom door with narrowed blue-violet eyes. Someone was going to have to die now, most probably Alfred. Why was he cursed with a noisy hyperactive twin brother?
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He whirled around. The noise was not, in fact, coming from his door. What the hell was it then? He rubbed at his eyes and lurched to his nightstand, realizing the absence of his glasses. No wonder everything was blurry. Placing them on his noise, he looked around and noticed his window, facing the front yard. It was covered in snow, which was odd because the part right above it was not. How could snow cake only the lower half of the window? That made no sense...
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The window rattled as snow hit it once more and Matthew flinched in surprise. Now he was quite puzzled, the hell was going on? His mind which had yet to wake up battle with the question furiously. He walked over to his window, opened it quickly and stuck his head out. Only to have snow thrown at his face. He let out a surprised yell and wiped at his cheeks. They reddened from the cold that bit at his naked skin. The wind blew at his face, stinging his eyes and carried the sound of obnoxious cackling. Only one person had such an irritable laugh.
Matthew glared downward to see the culprit of his forced awakening who was laughing hysterically beneath him. His dark blue winter clothing made him stand out from the white backdrop of the yard.
"Gilbert! What the hell?" Matthew yelled down, less angry because it was the albino and not his insufferable brother. He could never stay angry at the albino even if he was really annoying. Still, he was curious as to why his boyfriend was here and why he seemed it appropriate to throw snowballs at his window. Did he not realize how tired Matthew was?
"You didn't enjoy your day off yesterday! Come down and I'll make today super awesome!" The other shouted, his voice loud enough to be heard clearly. Matthew sighed, rolling his eyes and shivered slightly. Man, it was cold.
"Also, you're looking good Matt!" The Prussian complimented, ending with an obnoxious wolf whistle. Matthew blushed, realizing he was practically naked in front of the other. Why hadn't he wrapped himself up in something?
"Shut up!" He shouted down as he started to close the window. Before he did, though, he quickly added, "I'll be down in a minute."
He stepped away from the window and toward his closet, pulling out the necessary clothing for this turn of events. Of course, it was then that his brother bursted into his room.
"Mattie, whats with all the yelling?" Alfred asked, fully dressed and confused. Alfred was only a morning person when it came to weekends. During those two days he was awake practically before the sun. But once Monday came along he could barely crawl out of bed in time to catch the bus. Such an odd child.
"Gilbert's here. He woke me up by throwing snowballs at my window." Matthew answered, pulling his shirt over his bare chest. It wasn't like he was self-conscious of being half naked with Alfred, they were brothers after all. In front of Gilbert, on the other hand, was really embarrassing.
"Ah, why don't we ambush him?" Alfred suggested with a mischievous grin. Matthew thought a moment about the request. On one hand, Alfred could get really into these sorts of games and might actually hurt his boyfriend. On the other, Gilbert had woken him up way too early.
"Yes that sounds like a wonderful idea." Matthew agreed as he hurried to finish dressing himself. ALfred's grin widened as he waited for his brother to finish. How he loved to mess with Gilbert, it was super entertaining.
Gilbert fell to the ground with a cry as he was pegged successively in the chest, face and crotch. He glared at his assailants who were laughing, Matthew giving him a mischievous look. Fuck that hurt, at least the one to his crotch hadn't been very hard but the one to his face burned his cheek.
"No fair" He snapped. Sitting back up and brushing at the snow on his coat. Good thing this was all waterproof or he'd be shivering from the melting projectiles. Why was Matt hurting him? He should be making out with him for saving him from the boringness of his house and gracing him with his awesomeness!
"Life's not fair." Alfred responded instinctively, grinning cruelly down at the albino. It was fun to mess with Gilbert, he had such a huge ego. Gilbert pouted and looked up at his boyfriend for some help. Matthew sighed and offered his hand to the other. Really, Gilbert had some sort of spell on him that made it impossible to stay mad at him. The pout disappeared as he grasped the hand and hauled himself off and wrapped a possessive arm around the others neck. The action didn't look intimate at all, plus Alfred was such an oblivious moron sometimes he probably wouldn't even notice.
"Fine. Snowball fight. Right now. Me and Matt against you Al." Gilbert announced, grin wide as he sized up the American who was sadly two inches taller than himself. Mostly due to the fact that Gilbert's awesomeness was just waiting for the right moment to grow another foot. Yeah.
"That's not fair! Two against one?" Alfred frowned.
"Life's not fair." Gilbert spat back grinning and Alfred glared at him. The albino wasn't allowed to use his own words against him! He was so not agreeing to this.
"But Al, you're so strong that it does make it fair." Matthew lied quickly, he didn't want them fighting. Alfred still didn't know about them dating and he couldn't tell him if the two were on bad terms. Alfred was way to protective and would probably kill the albino, so it would be better if they were on friendly terms when he did eventually tell him. Also, he wanted to be with Gil, alone, behind a fort. He smiled at the thought.
"True..." Alfred murmured in thought, a smile blossoming on his bright face, "Alright then. Lets do it. Five minutes to build your fort." He declared before hurrying away to the other side of the yard. He worked quickly, building a fort that wasn't very pretty but at least held up. Then, he focused on making some snowballs. Alfred's strategy lay more in the offensive than in the defensive anyway.
Gilbert could not build a fort for his life. The snow always crumbled down no matter how hard he tried. Luckily, his awesome boyfriend had mega skills when it came to snow. Matthew could make the best forts in record time. So, as Matthew focused on their defenses, Gilbert began packing snow into tight strong balls. Gilbert, unlike his awesome boyfriend, had quite the arm though not as strong as their football playing opponent.
The two different teams, Team Awesome Maple Leafs and Team Hero were preparing furiously for battle. Finally, Gilbert yelled out "Fire!" and the war commenced. Snowballs flew into the once calm sky and the yard was filled with laughter and screams.
It was in this sort of chaos that Ivan stumbled upon the trio.
Ivan had been at home bored. He had completed all his homework easily enough and now he had nothing to do. Worst, a certain American was consuming his mind making it hard to focus on anything else. He wanted to see him again, they had left in such a tense way after the incident with the nurse. He wanted to make sure he was ok, that his smile was back on his face.
So, leaving a note for Toris who had gone to work, he left and began his trek to the now familiar Bonnefoy home. It was much easier to walk there when the day was calm instead of a raging blizzard. So after while, he finally found the house and the war zone in front of it. It perplexed him greatly. At first the trio didn't notice him watching them but red eyes finally fell upon him.
"Look! Freak!" Gilbert announced, pointing at the Russian who blinked in surprise. Alfred turned around, staring at Ivan in equal surprise. It was with his back turned that Gilbert nailed him in the back of the head with a snowball. Alfred yelped rubbing at his head and glared at the albino.
"Cheater!" He accused as the other cackled obnoxiously. "Time out." Alfred continued as he made his way toward the taller teen. "Alright, Ivan thank God you're here. You're on my team and you need to help me crush that albino asshole, got it?" He instructed quickly, not even asking whether the Russian actually wanted to play. He was loosing and needed someone else helping him. Ivan nodded even though he had no idea what the other meant in the slightest. All he could tell was that Alfred needed help hurting Gilbert, and hurting the nuisance was something he'd wanted to do for a long time. He was all for it.
Alfred grinned and grabbed Ivan's wrist, dragging him into the war zone and pushing him behind their mound. Ivan looked up at him, perplexed, as Alfred crouched down beside him. "Ok, so you make snowballs and I'll fix our fort." Alfred ordered, grabbing some snow in his gloved hand and packing it onto their mound. His gloves were begining to soak with all the snow he had been handing, freezing his fingers. He paid it no mind, too focused on the game. Ivan tilted his head at the order and stared at him with confused violet eyes.
"Snowball?"
Alfred stopped and turned to the Russian, a look of disbelief painted on his face. "...You've never had a snowball fight?" The taller teen shook his hand and Alfred's eyes widened. "How is that even possible? Isn't Russia always covered in snow?"
Ivan huffed at the comment and peered at the mound of snow in front of them. "So, what is this game?"
"Well there's two teams ok. Each has a fort," Alfred pointed to their own before continuing. "And we make snowballs and throw them at our opponents. So far Gil and Mattie are winning." The American filled in quickly. "So, pack snow onto our fort like Mattie is doing over there. Make it nice and strong while I make some snowballs."
Ivan nodded, looking over to the others brother. Matthew was patting snow onto their well built (in comparison to Alfred's) fort. The Russian frowned, now knowing he would need a lot more snow to fix theirs. He set to work, gathering the fluffy white substance and pushing it against the mound. He wondered what the appeal was to a game playing with one of the things he hated most, snow.
A few minutes passed as each team worked in the eerie peace before battle. Alfred looked up to see their fort looking pretty awesome, Ivan's large hands worked faster than Matthew's smaller ones since they were able to gather more snow faster.
"Alright, once Gilbert shouts the game begins. Target Gilbert, he's sneaky." Alfred advised, showing Ivan the pile of snowballs he had just finished making. His hands were getting cold now, the melted water seeping toward his skin, same with his knees. He ignored it now, to focused on the game.
"Fire!" Came the war cry and Ivan immediately grabbed three of the snowballs in reach. Before Alfred or anybody could react, Ivan stood up and hurled all three at the albino. Two hit his chest and on his neck with enough force to send him crashing down with a cry. There was pause as everyone took in the scene, too shocked to react.
"Gil!" Matthew yelled out worriedly, rushing to his boyfriend's side as the other sat up. Gilbert growled, brushing the snow off his chest and glowered at the Russian smiling at him. How dare the freak make him look weak in front of Mattie? So not awesome.
"You'll pay for that!" he threatened as Matthew helped him up. The pale blond giggled at the hollow threat. He now understood the appeal of this activity and found he quite liked this game.
"That was epic!" Alfred praised, grinning like a mad man. Seeing Gilbert fall in mere seconds was awesome! "High five!" he called out, holding his hand up for his team mate.
Ivan tilted his head at it in confusion. "You hit it with your own." Alfred hurriedly explained impatiently. Ivan did so and Alfred grinned brighter. Alfred was actually happy with him, praising him too. Yes, he like this game very much.
"Alright, lets regroup." Alfred announced, taking the others hand in his own and leading him behind their fort. Ivan quite liked the feeling of the American's hand in his, it felt so pleasant and nice. Something bubbled in his chest and his smile grew. Once behind their fort, Alfred let him go but, fortunately, pressed close to him. His lips were mere millimeters from his pale ear as he whispered a strategy. Ivan shivered lightly at the feel of the others hot breath on his ear. Yes, he really liked this game.
Over on the other side of the yard, Gilbert was glowering. Matthew rolled his eyes as he made a few more snowballs. Really, the other could be such a child sometime.
"Gil, it's just a game." Matthew pointed out and Gilbert pouted at him. Didn't Matt understand the implications of this game? His pride was on the line!
Matthew sighed and decided the best course of action was to kiss the pout away. He leaned forward and pressed his smooth cold lips against the others, the albino quickly pressed back and went further. The younger twin parted his lips as he felt a Prussian tongue press at them, asking for entrance. Gilbert eagerly entered, making the kiss deeper and forcing Matthew to wrap his arms around the others neck for support.
"Hey! Are we starting yet!" Came an impatiently loud call from the other side of the field. Gilbert growled and pulled away, allowing Matthew to catch his breath. Without sticking his head out, for fear of being hit again, he yelled "Fire!".
The air was still, no one threw anything yet. Gilbert poked his head above their fort, using his snow white hair to camoflage him as he scanned the area. Ivan was ready to fire, right behind his own fort. Alfred must be crouching behind it unseen. Maybe if he could get a better look...
Alfred, in fact, was not behind the fort. Instead, he was in the middle of the field, on his belly, doing epic war maneuvers. Who cared if this was drenching his coat and the freezing water sinking into his skin, chilling him to the bone? It was a fucking awesome strategy.
As he sneaked to the other side, Ivan remained behind to cover him. Piercing violet eyes watched the other fort, ready to fire at anything that dared come near Alfred. Gilbert's head poked further out of the fort and Ivan threw his snowball at him. It hit his head, making him curse and duck back down. Ivan giggled again, this was so much fu-
Snow hit his face and he made a surprised noise, taking a step back. He wiped the substance from his face and looked for the culprit. His dark eyes found Matthew's own narrowed ones. He hadn't even seen the boy get up. Well, no matter. Ivan hurled a ball at him quickly, the younger twin's eyes widening at the incoming sphere.
Matthew squeaked (in a manly way) as he was pushed to the ground by his team mate, the ball sailing away. Gilbert grinned at him and gave him a thumbs up. Matthew smiled at him, a silent thanks, before quickly crawling behind their fort. The two sat close to each other, wondering what exactly to do.
"Watch out for your bro. No idea where he is." Gilbert hissed, knowing that the loud American should have charged out by now. Alfred wasn't known for his patience.
"Because I'm a ninja." Alfred declared, appearing right above them with a devilish grin. He struck the two quickly, nailing them right in the head at such a close proximity, making them yell out in surprise. He laughed before quickly scurrying back to the safety of his fort. Ivan smiled at him and offered his hand in a high five (apparently an American custom from what he could gather) and Alfred quickly slapped it.
"Fuck yeah! Team Hero and Commie are kicking ass!" He taunted with a cocky grin.
Gilbert growled in annoyance and looked over at Matthew who was frowning, brushing white flecks from his blond hair. "Come on Matt, we need a plan."
Matthew rubbed his lips together in thought, eyes focused on the snow before they lit up with an idea. A brilliant idea, in fact. He grinned and winked over at the confused albino, "I know." he said vaguely before standing up. He yelled out, asking for a time out for a bathroom break and ran into the house, almost forgetting to take off his snow caked boots.
He went through the house hurriedly, searching the rooms until, finally, he found what he was looking for. Arthur sat at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper with a cup of tea. Francis must still be asleep. Good, he needed his rest. Matthew advanced toward his father and called out, alerting the other of his presence. For some reason Arthur had trouble noticing him when he was doing things, like reading or sewing.
"Why hello Matthew." Arthur greeted, putting down his paper to look at his son. "I see your playing outside." he commented, having noticed the trio throwing snowballs at each other from his window.
"Dad, I need your help." Matthew stated, cutting to the chase and Arthur nodded, listening intently as the other spoke of the favor he needed done. Arthur couldn't help but smile mischievously.
A few minutes later, Matthew ran back outside and rejoined Gilbert behind their fort. He ignored Alfred's "Finally!" as he tried to stop the evil smirk from appearing on his otherwise innocent face. Gilbert yelled out "Fire!" and a volley of snowballs were exchanged in the air.
Amongst this chaos a strong call of "Alfred!" made said teen freeze along with his team mate. Blue eyes looked up toward the source of the sound, seeing his father leaning out of a second floor window. Alfred continued looking up, perplexed as his father turned over a blanket he was holding out. Sapphire eyes widened in horror as he saw the pile of snow briefly before it fell on him and Ivan. He cried out in surprise and before he could react the other team was upon them. Throwing snowballs at the disoriented pair before retreating back, laughter ringing out through the air.
Alfred spit out snow and glared at the retreating pair. Fuck, that was so not fair! "Cheaters!" He yelled out, ignoring his father's own laughter as he closed the window. God damn it! Now the snow was in his clothes and it was so fucking cold. Fuck! He shivered as he brushed the snow off him as best he could, his teeth chattering noisily.
Ivan wasn't very perturbed by the snow. He had felt much worse cold and his clothes were made for such weather. Still, he didn't think it was healthy for someone to shake as much as Alfred was. He didn't want the other to a catch a cold.
"Alfred, are you cold?" He questioned and the other glared at him.
"Of course, I'm fucking cold. Its like below 90 degrees and I have snow in my fucking pants thanks to them." He snapped bitterly, alright he was done with his game. All he wanted was to sit by the fire with some hot chocolate. That was enough snow for the season.
Ivan blinked, the other was that cold? Well, best to fix the problem.
Alfred stiffened as strong, Russian arms encircled him and held him close. His cold face was pressed against the others clothed chest, his arms sandwiched between them. The hell? His face started to heat up, just what was Ivan doing? Was he hugging him?
"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled out pushing at the chest in front of him.
"Trying to make you warmer." Ivan answered easily, holding him tighter. Alfred thrashed in the grip, he didn't need the other to warm him! He needed hot cocoa. That was it. He glared up at Ivan, not liking that evil spark in the others eyes. "Oh look, your lips are turning blue." Ivan pointed out nonchalantly, though his cruel smirk spoke of not-so-innocent things running through his mind.
Alfred's eyes narrowed, "So? Mmmph!" Blue eyes shot open as he felt the others lips against his own in a soft, hesitant kiss. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Alfred could feel his heart ramming against his chest as his brain momentarily shut down and all he could think was, What the FUCK? When he felt something press against his lips he gasped, allowing Ivan's tongue to thoroughly invade his mouth. Oh, hell no!
Alfred's body came back under his control as he pushed and thrashed violently, freeing himself. He took a few steps back, staring at Ivan in shock as his other hand wiped at his mouth furiously. "What the fuck?" He finally voiced out, his mind still reeling. Had Ivan, yes IVAN actually kissed him?
"Warming your lips. It's better now, da?" Ivan explained, tilting his head oh so innocently. He quite like kissing Alfred, he was so very warm and it made his heart speed up. He wanted to kiss him again and again and again.
"Fuck no you commie freak!" Alfred denied hurriedly, turning away to run into the house. Why the hell would he kiss him? Was it some sort of Russian custom? God, why hadn't he pushed him away sooner... Had he...liked it?
No. God no. How could he like a kiss from Ivan. The thought was nauseating, or at least should be. Why wasn't it nauseating! The fuck was wrong with him?
Ivan blinked, slightly confused at the reaction before following the blond into the home.
Behind their own fort, oblivious to Alfred's troubles, Matthew and Gilbert were enjoying a victory kiss. Well, it was more of a hot make out session in the snow. Matthew was pressed into their fort, arms wrapped tight around the paler teen's neck. His hands gripped almost white strands as he battled with Gilbert's tongue.
The albino pressed against him, deepening the kiss almost violently. There chests were pushed against each other and the Prussian had his hands at Matthews hips, gripping them for support. Gilbert pulled away painting harshly, their hot breaths fogging in the cold air. Matthews eyes screwed shut as the albino began trailing kisses down his neck, nipping occasionally. Unconsciously, he tilted his head, giving the other room to continue.
Gilbert grinned as he sucked at his boyfriend's neck and ventured lower to where his neck joined his shoulder. He nipped it sharply, enjoying the hiss Matthew made before lapping at it almost apologetically. He was adamant on having the mark stay for a few days, it was low enough to be covered by a shirt.
As Gilbert pushed him further into the fort Matthew began to realize exactly where they were. His coat rode up slightly and he hissed again as cold snow touched the burning skin on his back. He squirmed in his boyfriend's clutches, trying to push him away.
"G-gil stop!" He ordered and finally the other acquiesced, pulling away with an annoyed frown.
"Why?" He asked impatiently, licking at his lips at how disheveled the blond looked. He especially liked the red mark blossoming at the others neck. It was like awesomeness and sexiness combined. Awesexiness, perhaps? He'd have to work on that...
"Because we're outside, in my front yard. Papa's window is right above us! Anyone could see and its too cold." Matthew enumerated, sitting up and watching the other sigh dramatically.
"Fine." Gilbert pouted, standing up and helping the other do the same. "But we continue this in your room. K?"
"Of course."
"Awesome."
Alfred stormed into the house, emotions confused, mind whirling and face hot from embarrassment. Plus, he was still freezing his balls off. He kicked his boots off and threw his gloves to the floor. His fingers were cramped and bright red as he unzipped his coat, pulling it off and hanging it haphazardly. The snow pants came off next which he left on the floor.
His lips were in a tight frown as he stomped into the kitchen to get his damn hot chocolate. To his surprise, one already sat at the table, wisps of hot smoke escaping into the air from its dark chocolaty brown contents.
"Oh Alfred, don't be too mad at me. You're brother asked for my help so nicely." Arthur spoke from the counter, smiling apologetically. "I knew you'd want some after that, enjoy. It's the only thing I'm good at making correct?" He mocked himself lightly, hoping his son would forgive him for throwing snow on him.
Alfred couldn't help the small smile that slipped onto his face. See, this was the Dad he liked. The one that made him hot chocolate because he knew he'd want one. "Thanks Dad." He murmured, sitting down by his beverage.
"Oh, Ivan would you like one too?" Alfred snapped his head up to see curious violet eyes. Shit, Ivan had followed him. Why? Why was he tormented constantly by the others presence? He had fucking kissed him! He should of left! Been hit by a snowmobile. He should just not be here, in his house after he had kissed him! It was too awkward.
"Da." Ivan answered, sitting down beside the American with a smile. Alfred was acting so odd, he needed him to calm down so he could kiss him again.
"Ivan, why are you here?" Alfred hissed out quietly so as not to alert his father. He surely didn't want him to know about it. Ivan blinked.
"I came to your home, you invited me to play that game with you. Then you left me alone outside so I followed you in." Ivan recounted easily and Alfred's eye twitched, irritated. That's not what he meant.
"You kissed me." he snapped in a hushed tone.
"Yes, you were cold. You are still cold. Drink your warm beverage, it will help. Unless, you want me to hold you again?" Ivan asked casually, mischievous smirk adorning his handsome features. Alfred glowered, ignoring how his face flamed with color. It was probably the cocoa. Wait...had he just thought of Ivan's face as boasting 'handsome features'? The fuck was he thinking? Whatever, best tactic was just to ignore his presence all together.
He turned to his mug and drank it, enjoying how the warmth seeped through his very core. Dad had even remembered to pull out the marshmallows! He quickly grabbed one, dipping it into his cup and chewing it happily. Now if only the Freak would just leave him alone.
Ivan watched the other intently, his gaze flickering only when a mug was set before him. He took a sip finding it much to hot for his tastes. He let it cool down, returning his violet gaze to the American.
"Stop staring at me." Alfred snapped, eyes focused on his mug and not on the Freak. Why had he been acting so nice to him lately? He was such a weirdo, creepy communistic-
"You are so very cruel to me." Ivan sighed sadly, his eyes staring past the other now. "If you wish me to leave so badly then I shall go."
Alfred frowned, was he acting like an asshole? Ivan sure made it seem like he was. But the other had kissed him! How else was he suppose to act?
"You don't have to go." Alfred murmured, resting his chin on his hand tiredly. "Just...Stop being so creepy ok?"
Ivan wasn't sure what he meant but nodded anyway. He just wanted to get back on Alfred's good side. Being on Alfred's good side meant getting into his bed faster.
Alfred sighed inwardly, what had he gotten himself into? A few weeks ago he wouldn't have hesitated in kicking the other out. Probably punching him a few good times while he did so. But now...Now he didn't know. Ivan had fucking kissed him and instead of punching him he had retreated away and done nothing. Why?
Ivan hoped that their relationship was progressing further. Inside, he was getting quite excited to become Alfred's lover, his heart beating faster at the thought. He just wished Alfred would accept faster. At least everything seem to be going smoothly again.
At least, he thought it was.
Except, for the next week, Alfred avoided him like the plague. He wouldn't look him in the eye, just quickly dart away into the halls. In U.S. history, he fidgeted in his seat, not even looking at him once.
Ivan didn't understand the sudden change but he was adamant on finding out.
Dun Dun Dun XD
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