Disclaimer: Hetalia no mine, if it was Russia and America would have "become one" years ago.
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One more drink

Ivan sat in his comfy leather chair slowly nursing a small glass of vodka, he seemed to have the urge to go out, he's not sure why but he just wants to go sit in a bar some-where drinking his worries away. However with the current state of affairs it's suicidal to take so much as one step outside without his body guards, both of which were elsewhere 'dealing' with a shop owner who thought he didn't need their protection anymore and wasn't paying up. Things weren't going too good with the Chinese mafia.

As it turned out a small group of Yao's men had decided to revolt and get rid of both the Italian and Russian mafias to the Chinese could claim the entire city, the problem is without Yao's support them had to do everything secret. Yao had no idea about any of it. With Lovino and Ivan's men working endlessly to find the traitors their bosses were stuck inside, as the saying goes 'destroy the king and the soldiers will follow.' Better to have let easily replaceable men die then try to replace a boss.

The Russian sighed and stood up hiding his Faucet pipe inside his coat plus a few rounds of bullets and guns before walking out his house. He doubted anyone was dumb enough to target him anyway.
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Meanwhile Alfred was stood behind the bar in the Moonlight night bar. He had just started the job but he could already tell tonight was a slow day. A tall man walked in, the bar with well decorated and nice looking but a few lights were broken so you couldn't see into the corner booths or see who walks in until they step into the light. The man sat at the bar, He looked familiar. Something clicked in Alfred's head and he gasped. "Hey you're the one at the park!"

The man looked at Alfred and nodded slowly "Da that was me. Do you have any pure, strong Russian vodka?" the man asked. Alfred nodded and set him one up,
"What would you like with that?"
"Nothing, just pure vodka"

Alfred looked at him strangely but put the drink in front of him, "Can I know your name?" Alfred Asked honestly curious, he had never met a Russian before, I wondered if he had an awesome name.

The man smirked before saying "Ivan Braginski" The sound of glass breaking filled the quiet room. Alfred looked at his boss surprised that he had dropped a glass. The bar owner just motioned for him to come over to him making sure they're out of earshot.
"I want you to make sure you give whatever he wants, the first drink is on the house and the rest of his drinks are half price got it?" The bar owner warned. Alfred just nodded and went back over to Ivan. I wonder what's so special about Ivan. Alfred smiled at him.
"That's an awesome name I'm Alfred F. Jones, nice to meet you" He held out his hand surprised to see Ivan actually shake it. The shake was awkward for Ivan, He had a metal faucet in his coat, not the most comfortable place to hide one, especially when you're sat down, and he had to deal with the taps at the top digging into his underarm as he shook with Alfred.
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Hours past and soon it was time for Alfred to leave, he hung up his apron and said goodbye before leaving. The only two left in the bar were the owner and Ivan, who smirked into his glass as he took a drink. "I've heard you're not paying for the protection John, why is that?" Ivan asked. It sounded more like a statement than a question. He slowly reached under his coat for the faucet pipe.
" w-well you see I don't get that many customers anymore and I'm in a neutral area, I thought I would have more trouble than I have s-so I" The man stuttered but was cut off by a heavy blow to the head.

"Shut it old man, this isn't the first time you're skipped on payment, I usually ignore it since you don't pay a lot anyway but when you tell my boys to 'get lost I don't need you anymore' it makes me kinda angry. No more than kinda angry, VERY angry Da?" Ivan hit him again with the pipe seeming to swing it lazily but it still had a lot of force behind it. The sound of cracking bones was music to Ivan's ears. He stopped after a few minutes but John looked like he had been in a boxing ring his face and body bruised and broken. "I expect you to pay me the full amount you owe within the next 2 weeks John or you won't have a bar, or a body for that matter to work with, Da?" With those last words the Russian left the man on the ground his faucet pipe slightly bloody he walked out the bar and straight into a cop. He dumped a few $100 bills into the officers hand and walked on the cop staring before calling an ambulance saying it was a break in. By the time any other vehicles turned up Ivan had disappeared.
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"Brother!" Alfred's voice rang out "it's awful! The place I work in was broken into last night and my boss beaten up! Nothing but a few dollars was stolen but still!" His brother, Mathieu just stared at him for a while before going back to reading. Alfred pouted and sat next to him. He could hear water running in the bathroom and sighed. I guess Dad's home tonight. For once...

His thought was cut short as his father walked outta the bathroom in just a towel followed quickly by his red haired lover Patrick. He wasn't Arthur Kirkland's actual son neither was Mathieu but they were adopted by him and his lover the moment they moved from England. Mathieu had to be moved from a Canadian orphanage since it was shut down so he ended up in the same orphanage as Alfred and since then they've been inseparable.

The scary thing is they look alike both have glasses, same colour hair, same age , hell they were even born on the same day, a lot of people mistake them as twins but Arthur usually points out how they're a different build, hair shade and height. Mathieu unlike his adopted brother had wavy long light blonde with a little piece that refuses to stay down. Alfred on the other hand has straight blonde hair, darker than his brothers that falls to his chin and he had a rounder face than Mathieu.

Both boys knew that they were gay. Mathieu was the first to realise he was gay and he accepted it. His thoughts were 'if you're happy why change to fit in?' It wasn't until Alfred was 15 that he found out. He was scared at first, he'd seen what the bullies did to Mathieu and was afraid they would do to him but eventually he too Accepted it, sadly every guy he's like turned him down. Niether blamed it on arthur or patrick, although they do think they had a role to play in them accepting who they are. Thanks to Patrick posative attitude in anything the boys decided to do, as long as it was within the law that is, and Arthur's 'i'll kill the bloody bastards' Speech he gave everytime Alfred or Mathieu would come back crying to try and cheer them up.

"Stop that you horny bugger, the boys are here idiot!" he exclaimed even after 15 years of living in america, Arthur still had his cockney Accent just like Patrick had his very southern Irish twang. Even Mathieu still had Canadian accent although he's only been in America 12 years.
"Sorry babe you're just irresistible" stated the Irishman as he walked into their bedroom lighting a fag. Arthur sighed and followed him to get dressed. Must be really stressful having to be a cop. I feel for ya dad I really do thought Alfred. He headed upstairs to bed. It was Friday tomorrow usually a really busy time for both of his jobs.
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FINITTO! Yay! 2 chapters in 1 day ^^. Sorry my chapters are short but I don't want to put too much in one chapter if I do that I end up running outta ideas oh and a fag is the english slang word for a cigarette not a homosexual. Anyway ciao! Adieos! Lebewohl! Sayounara! do svidaniya! C'ya!