Alfred wasn't going to lie, he was quite the procrastinator. If he received a project due in three weeks it was a certainty he'd be up the night before doing all of it. He put things off dangerously late in an attempt to get out of it. The nasty habit didn't reside solely in school though, it seeped into every other aspect of his life. Including speaking with his brother.

Matthew returned home and he didn't speak to him. They went about their daily routines and he didn't speak to him. They watched TV, they played video games, they ate dinner and he still didn't speak to him. Matthew said goodnight and Alfred gave him a noncommittal wave, heard the door close and still didn't speak to him.

Fuck.

Is exactly what he screamed into his pillow when he was in bed. Why did he always do this to himself? He kept putting it off and putting it off until it was too late. Now he'd have to wait until morning. He'd have another wet dream and be tormented by his hormones just because he couldn't work up the courage to talk to his twin. The problem was it was such an awkward thing to talk about, but he needed to get it off his chest. How does one even start such a conversation?

Hey bro, guess what? You know that creepy Russian guy? Yeah, well, I dream of him in naughty ways.

Bro, pass me the Coke. Oh, and by the way, I'm having these wet dreams about Ivan and I need your help making them stop.

Ivan makes me hard in my sleep, FIX IT!

Alfred groaned, smashing his head into his pillow and screaming into it again. Why was this so hard? That's what she said... Damn it. Focus, Alfred. Ivan would probably say something like that, he seemed pretty innocent. Hehe... Alfred chuckled lightly before realizing what he was thinking. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, tugging at his hair for good measure.

Damn it. He just needed to vent. He didn't even need to talk about the dreams. His emotions were a mess and his brain was all frazzled. Mattie was always so calm and level headed, hopefully he could help. They were twins, they should be able to talk about things like this. Its not like Matthew would separate their sibling bond...Right?

Oh shit, could he do that? Matthew was always saying how he was the worst brother ever, usually when he messed something up and got them both in trouble. What if he actually left? That would really suck. Damn it. Now there was all this pressure on him. He just wanted to calmly talk with his brother about his nightly emissions about the Freak. He shivered, what a creepy way to say that.

"Mmm...God yes!"

Alfred stiffened before mounting dread filled him to the brim. No, no please no. Not now. Not now. Sure it was Saturday evening and that usual meant this would happen but please God don't let it happen. He couldn't deal with this now. It was only—he quickly glanced at his clock—midnightish. His father had a broken leg for God's sake! Surely the universe didn't hate him this much?

"F-Francis! Right there!"

Well, fuck. His parents were doing the dirty and his paper thin walls were failing to shield his innocence. He waited, counting to three in his head before a rhythmic thump was heard through the walls. Well, there goes any chance of sleep for the night. He put his hands over his ears but, sadly, his English father had quite the voice. Good for yelling when angry and when doing that.

Alfred groaned and had half the mind to just go over there and yell through the door for them to stop. Though he knew, from previous experience, Papa would continue while eloquently explaining why they should keep going. It was absolutely embarrassing.

So, instead, he stumbled out of his bed and traversed the hall to his brother's bedroom. It seemed that the only thing that could push him to finally talk with his brother was having it as an excuse to get out of the house. He opened the door finding his brother sound asleep in his bed. Alfred snickered lightly to himself as he saw Kumajirou peeking out from the covers. It amused him that Matthew still slept with the bear.

"Mattie?" He hissed out, nudging at the others shoulder. His brother groaned and turned over, he never really was a light sleeper. Alfred rolled his eyes and nudged more forcefully. How could Matthew even sleep with the racket their parent's were making?

"H-Harder!" As if on cue. Alfred grimaced in distaste and focused on waking his twin.

"Mattie!" He snapped, pushing his brother roughly and finally succeeding in waking him up. Violet blue eyes flew open as he sat up, dazed and confused. His hand felt around his night table until it closed around his glasses. He placed them on his nose quickly before looking up at his twin.

"What? What is it? Is the house on fire? Did someone break in?" He asked hurriedly, eyes worried and scared as they darted about the room.

"No." Alfred quickly assured and his brother's brows furrowed.

"What then?"

"Lets go play catch."

Matthew stared at him with a raised eyebrow, glanced at the clock then turned back to him in order to glare. "Are you serious? Goodnight Alfred." He ground out lying right back down and pulling the covers over his head to block the American out. The nerve his brother had! Waking him up in the middle of the night to go play catch? What the hell was his problem?

"Mattie! Come on, I need to talk to you. Please play catch with me?" Alfred whined, nudging at his brother persistently. Hopefully his annoying skills would exceed Matthew's patience. Matthew sent him a scolding glare but Alfred continued undaunted, accompanying his nudges with "Please! Please! Please!"

"Al! I need to sleep, we can talk in the morning." He mumbled sleepily. What did he want to talk about anyway? Oh... Was this about why he was avoiding Ivan? He recalled his feeling from last night, the one that urged him home... Maybe he was being a little mean. Now that he sleepy brain thought about it, Alfred only ever asked to play catch when it was something important he needed to talk about. But it was the middle of the night! Maybe it was just that important...

"But Papa and Dad are doing you know and I can't sleep and I need to get this off my chest." Ah, so he was right. Wait, what about Papa and Dad?

Matthew sat up a little and finally actually heard what was taking place in the rest of the home.

"R-Right there! Stop teasing, frog!"

The younger twin's face soon blushed red and he fell back into the bed with a groan. Why? Why couldn't they have thicker walls? How was he going to fall back asleep now?

"So, will you play catch?" Alfred asked hopefully and Matthew let out a long tired sigh. He pulled the covers away from himself and staggered out of bed, stretching his arms a little in order to wake up. There was no point in actually trying to fall back asleep so he might as well. Plus, he was curious to see what could be so important. But it was still so late! Ug.

"Let me get dressed, its freezing outside." He mumbled, frowning as his brother let out a quite whoop and left his room. Really, his twin would be the death of him.

Ten minutes later and Matthew was standing in his backyard, shivering. The snow around him was slowly melting but the air was frigid and bit at his skin. He was awakened from his pleasant sleep for this. He sighed but decided to suck it up. He was already here after all. Something must really be bothering Alfred since he disliked the cold more than he did. Maybe he should be a little more caring. Then again, he had just been rudely awakened.

At first, the air between them was silent as the worn baseball was passed between them. Alfred threw it, Matthew caught it in his glove. Matthew threw it, Alfred caught it. Alfred threw it, Matthew caught it. And on and on. Matthew waited patiently, if Alfred was quiet it meant that what he was about to say was really bothering him.

Matthew's arm was beginning to throb when Alfred finally opened his mouth. "Hey, Mattie?"

"Yeah?"

"...I can tell you anything right? And you want tell?" Alfred sounded unsure, almost like a little kid.

"Of course." Matthew reassured, finally they would start.

"And...and they're aren't any secrets between us, right?"

Matthew hesitated, Gilbert flashing through his mind. Just tell Alfred right now, come clean he though to himself. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do so. "I'll keep your secret, I always do."

"Ok." Alfred didn't say anything else for a few more throws. Matthew caught and he threw it. Alfred caught it and he threw it. On and on and on and-

"I keep having these dreams and...I'm all confused and stuff." Alfred finally stuttered out, his face reddening. More than the cold outside could be responsible for.

"Dreams?" Matthew questioned slightly confused. Who knew, maybe Alfred was a psychic or something. Wait minute, was all this about some nightmare from watching a ghost movie? Oh if it was Alfred was a dead man, he had no right to wake hi-

"Yeah... They're about...Ivan and stuff. I don't get why I'm dreaming about the Freak." He chuckled nervously, shivering slightly from the cold.

Matthew tilted his head. Well he hadn't expected that at all, "About Ivan? Like what? Do you two fight in them or talk?"

"No...we...er..."

"What?" Matthew questioned, forgetting to throw the ball and disrupting the rhythm.

Alfred shuffled his feet nervously, his gaze not meeting his brother's. Fuck, he was going to have to tell him wasn't he? He sighed and finally locked eyes with his twin.

"They're wet dreams."

Matthew dropped the ball in surprise, a blush rising to his cheeks as he made a slight noise in the back of his throat. "Oh." was all he could manage as he bent down and picked up the ball. He stared at it, hesitating at throwing it again. Well, he certainly had not expected this kind of talk.

"Its ok if you want to stop talking." Alfred quickly apologized but Matthew shook his head immediately.

"No, its fine. But, can we go inside? Its really cold." Obviously, this was really bothering his brother and so it was only natural he would want to help him. Even if this was awkward.

"Yeah sure." Alfred agreed and followed his brother back into their home. He fidgeted nervously as he did so, unsure how he was going to even start this whole progress. Stupid commie, it was all his fault. His brother lead him to the family room where Matthew sat on the couch while Alfred remained standing. The younger got comfortable then looked up at his brother and gave a nod. A signal to begin.

"Ok, well... Let me tell you like, why I'm so bothered about all this and stuff..." Alfred began awkwardly, sitting down on one of the armchairs. He threaded his fingers through his hair, having trouble staying still when he was nervous.

"Ivan gave me a concussion so I hated him. I broke his nose, we almost got expelled so we just fought verbally and stuff. Then the whole test thing happened. And...well the Freak said that I was smart even though I had a lower grade than him. Don't know why. And then in he gave me his scarf after I..." he hesitated, licking at his dry lips nervously. He promised to never speak of the incident in the bathroom ever again. A hero always kept his word,"After I pestered him all day. During the blizzard he walked all the way here to get it and he...er well comforted me while we worried for Papa. He got me those chips from the vending machine. He helped me in the snowball fight...but then..." He faltered and remained silent.

"But then what?" His audience questioned, violet blue eyes peering at him curiously.

"He...kissed me..."

Matthew blinked, surprised. "Really?" Hadn't expected that either.

"Yeah, I know. I pushed him away and all that but he still stayed here. I couldn't even kick him out. I broke his nose before and I couldn't get him out the door! Whats wrong with me? He gave me a concussion and then he kisses me. I don't know whats going on. He's a creep, a freak. Why do I keep having these dreams about him?" Alfred questioned angrily, angry at himself really. What the hell was wrong with his head? He must have some creepy disease... The freak probably gave it to him when they kissed!

"Al, why are you so against Ivan?" Matthew asked suddenly and Alfred looked at him.

"Why? He's just so...weird and a commie."

Matthew gave him a straight face, unamused. "Alfred." Ug, it was the disappointed Dad tone of voice.

"I don't know! I just do..."

"Well, I think you should figure that out first. I know Ivan's a little odd but he's not that bad. Do you know he's really worried about you? Wait, is this why your avoiding him?" Sure, it was kind of awkward to have those kinds of dreams with a person you see every day but you couldn't just shone them for no reason. When he had dreams like that about Gilbert he just pretended everything was normal and prayed that their relationship would go further.

"He's worried? Why?" Alfred asked with a tilt of his head.

"He obviously likes you in some way Alfred. Why else would he kiss you? Have you even thought about his feelings yet? How would you feel if you kissed someone and all they did was run away?" Had his brother just blocked the poor Russian out completely? How rude! Really, his twin could be so thoughtless, so oblivious, so...so Alfred!

Alfred remained silent. He hadn't even considered what Ivan might have been thinking or feeling. It never so much as crossed his mind. That did seem pretty heartless... "Are you saying I'm the asshole?" Wasn't Mattie suppose to make him feel better?

"No. I'm just saying that you have all these negative views on him that aren't true. Why not start fresh? Maybe you'll like him." The younger offered hopefully, it was the only good advice he could think of.

"I don't want to like him. He's a communistic freak." Alfred replied, frowning at the thought of liking the Russian.

"I don't know what else to tell you Al." Matthew sighed, "You do realize he's not communistic nor is he a freak? Ivan is just the tall, socially awkward, shy kid in our class who happens to like you. Why not talk to him?" Or at least he assumed he liked his brother, why else would you kiss someone?

"Are you suggesting I walk over to him and tell him that I have wet dreams about him?" Alfred asked in disbelief.

Matthew raised a brow, "Of course not. Why not ask him why he kissed you? Why not ask him if he likes you?" He kind of wanted to face palm from his brother's obliviousness, but that would be rude. Alfred didn't say anything, staring at his fidgety feet. He had never noticed how interesting the carpet design was. How the white swirled in direct contrast with the deep re-

"Alfred? Are you afraid to know the answers?" Hmm, maybe he was getting somewhere...

"I'm not afraid. Heroes don't get scared." Alfred replied quickly, instinctively, not meeting his brother's gaze.

Matthew decided not to point out the numerous examples that refuted his statement, most of them concerning ghosts and zombies. "Ok, what if instead of asking him so directly you just hang out with him. Talk to him."

"Are you trying to get me to date him?"

"No." Matthew sighed, why was his twin so difficult? "Why are you so against him Alfred? Seriously, if this was anyone else you'd at least give them a chance."

Alfred bit his lip, why was Mattie always so right? It really got on his nerves. Couldn't he have just said: 'Wow Alfred that sure is a problem. Ivan's must have done some voodoo magic on you. Let me make you some pancakes and the dreams will go away.' See, if he had said that it would of made him feel better and he would of gotten pancakes. But no! Matthew had to be all annoying and intrusive, making him think and confusing his emotions even more.

"I don't want to like him. I don't want to date him. I just want him to leave me alone. He's ruining my life."

"I think you're ruining your own life by denying your feelings."

Alfred looked up at his brother, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Where the hell had that come from?

"I'm not denying my feelings."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not.

"Al, remember when you broke Dad's fairy figuring, his favorite one?" Matthew brought up suddenly, perhaps if he tried another strategy he could get through to his oblivious twin.

Alfred frowned at the memory, "What about it?"

"You were really scared at first. You tried to tape it together and it didn't work. You asked for my help but I didn't know what to do. Then you hid it and lied to Dad and do you remember what happened?"

Alfred remained silent once more. Why was Matthew bringing this up? Just to bother him? He was here to help, not make him feel worse!

"You felt so guilty you ran into their room crying that night, screaming how you were sorry and refused to let go of Dad after attacking him with a hug. Do you remember how horrible you felt?"

"I was 7! What does this have to do with anything?" Alfred defended, his cheeks coloring from embarrassment.

"Its the same thing. You were too scared to own up to breaking Dad's figurine so you lied and kept the truth inside until you couldn't anymore. Now you're too scared to admit you might actually like Ivan and so you're going to keep it locked away inside. And you know whats going to happen? You're going to suffer until you come crawling to me to fix it. Maybe its already happened." Matthew continued, trying his hardest to get through his twin's thick skull with his words.

"I don't like him."

"Why did you fix his scarf?" The younger brother tried a new tactic. Something had to work, something had to be able to weasel into Alfred's brain.

"Huh?"

"Why did you fix his scarf" Matthew repeated.

"Because I'm the one who tore it." Alfred answered easily, refraining from adding a 'duh' at the end of his sentence.

"Ok, but why were you so careful?" Matthew probed.

"Because it's really precious and important to him."

"Why would you care? I thought you hated him."

"I don't hate him! I just..."

"You just what Alfred?" Matthew goaded.

"I don't know! OK? I don't know what I feel and its driving me fucking crazy! I might like him! You happy! Ah, fuck" Alfred rubbed at his temples, his brain whirling around trying to organize his thoughts.

The two remained in silence, staring at each other.

Did he like Ivan? It was such a creepy thought. Fuck... Why was his life so confusing, now?

"Just talk to him, Alfred." Matthew finally spoke up.

"...I'll try." He sighed.

Matthew gave him a reassuring smile and Alfred weakly smiled back. Why couldn't Mattie ever give him straight answer? Now his mind was in even more of a mess. Oh well, perhaps he could sleep on the question. Maybe he'd have an epiphany or something. He could hope right?

So, Mattie said that he should revise what he thought of Ivan. Start fresh. He was suppose to talk to him like a normal person and see if he liked him better afterward. Most likely he would realize that he didn't like him at all and then he could be done with all this.

Then his hormones would finally leave him alone and he could go on with his life.

Ivan stared out his window with a pout. He had yet to discover Alfred's issue with him. He didn't like it one bit. How were they ever going to consummate their relationship if Alfred continued to avoid him? This problem needed to be rectified as soon as possible.

Sadly, Alfred's brother was useless and Alfred himself was uncharacteristically quiet about the subject. The Russian had half the mind to just walk over to the Bonnefoy home and demand an answer. He sighed, he truly wished Alfred would just tell him why he was so upset.

Wasn't honesty an important factor in these sorts of relationships? Perhaps he needed to do more research...

He looked over at his clock, he hadn't notice how late it had become. It was close to three in the morning, much too late to get on the computer. The only thing to do at such an hour was to sleep... But his mind was so restless, debating the issue of the American.

He stretched his arms, feeling cramped, and heard a thud. He blinked in surprise, glancing over to see that his cell phone had fallen from his night stand. Toris had given it to him shortly after moving here but he had never used it. Well almost never. Frankly, he disliked phones very much. They were annoying and rang at the worst possible times. But, he did, at one point, steal Alfred's phone without him realizing. He had slipped it back where it belonged of course, the only reason of taking it was to get his number.

Before, he had played around with the idea of leaving threatening messages on his cell phone but never actually got around to it. Hmm... The American was most likely asleep at this hour... Still, what was the worst that could happen from ringing him? Its wasn't like had anything better to do at the moment. It would probably be highly amusing.

He shrugged and flipped the device open, cringing at the bright light that stung his eyes. He quickly pressed the American's name and held the phonne to his ear. He grew impatient as the it continued to ring and ring and ri-

"Hmm?" Came a drowsy, sleep filled response. Ivan stiffened, not exactly sure what he should say. Wait, was Alfred panting in the background? Shouldn't he be asleep?

"Alfred?" He questioned, hearing the other whimper slightly in response. Ivan's violet eyes narrowed in confusion, what was going on? Was he hurt? Tired? He probably had interrupted his sleep... But why was he panting?

"Ngn... Ah" It was as if Alfred wasn't even aware they were talking. Did the American still think he was sleeping? What was he dreaming about and...was that a moan?

"Alfred, it is Ivan." He tried to clarify. Perhaps the other hadn't realized who was on the phone with him. The American could be quite oblivious.

"Ivan" Came the prolonged groan that made Ivan's heartbeat accelerate a tad. What was Alfred doing? Was he? About him? Could he really be? How interesting...

"Alfred, what are you doing?"

"Ah, oh god." Alfred whimpered. Ivan could hear sheets ruffling and wondered if Alfred was masturbating or having a wet dream. It seemed like the latter since he wasn't actually responding to him. If Alfred had been masturbating he most likely would have stopped the minute his cell rang. But still... How could the American answer his cellphone without waking up?

He smirked, he could have some fun with this.

"Does that feel good Alfred?" He whispered huskily, or attempted to do so. He had never really been in such a situation but he had read enough to understand the basics.

"Yes, hmm yes" Alfred replied, his voice drowsy, distant and needy. Oh how Ivan wished he were there to see him.

"Would you like it faster?" He continued, trying to make his voice low and sultry.

"Ah! God..." The voice got distant and he could only hear the ruffling of the sheets. Had Alfred dropped the phone? How unfortunate, he was having such fun. Ivan waited a moment but could tell the American wasn't going to pick up the phone any time soon. He hung up with a pout, how disappointing.

But then, as a smirk slowly grew on his face, he realized he had the perfect conversation starter for him tomorrow. He would go to his home and question him on his dreams. Oh he couldn't wait to see the others flustered face!

Alfred squirmed in his bedsheets, eyes screwed shut and lips parted as he panted harshly. Inside his mind's eye he could picture Ivan on his knees, licking and sucking him and it felt so good. And he sounded so real.

He was so close, so very close and when those violet eyes looked up at him he couldn't hold it in. With a cry he came, eyes fluttering open and his chest heaving. He sat up and groaned, realizing what had just happened. Again? Really?

Mattie was right, he needed to talk to Ivan about all this. He was tired of waking up in the middle of the night to sticky boxers. Plus, Papa and Dad were onto him and he did not want to have another 'conversation' like that with them.

He rubbed at his watery eyes as the dream came back to him. This one seemed different, almost more real. Ivan's voice...There had been something odd about it. Not bad odd but good odd. If that made sense.

Wow, he must really be tired. He pulled the covers off of himself and stumbled out, staggering to his shower. Monday he would talk to him. There. He wouldn't put it off. He would just do it so he could get a good night sleep for once. Perfect plan.

Of course, Ivan's specialty seemed to be his skill of ruining all his 'perfect' plans.

Done. This chapter was difficult... I hope its acceptable
Writing dialogue is hard!
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So next chapter, Ivan comes over... Alfred may or may not die of humiliation~
I'm so horribly cruel to him X3

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Oh, one last thing! I only have two days of school because of Thanksgiving so I may or may not be able to post more than one chapter this week. :D