White Roses (Fyolai Fanfic)

☁️✩FOOD✩

(Fyodor's parents are still out of town)

"Nikolai, Fyodor!" A distant voice yelled from across the house, echoing on the walls, seeping through the door.

Nikolai and Fyodor jumped in a flinching moment, scurrying to get as far away as they could get away from each other as they could.

 Nikolai did a stop drop and roll, flopping off of the bed. 

"Niki are you okay?" Fyodor crawled across the bed to view if he was hurt in anyway.

Nikolai was lying on his back stupidly, lifting his head he opened his mouth then hit his head back on the floor  "I'm fine!!" Nikolai spoke fast trying to lift himself off the floor, getting up super fast.

Fyodor shifted his legs motioning to get off the bed, reaching out his hand for Nikolai to grab onto, considering he just hit his head. "Come on, Sigma needs us" Speaking in a giggled tone, holding back a chuckle due to the unimaginable look on Nikolai's face.

"Fyoo-, Fedya why are you smirking" Nikolai smudged his face  with his hand.

"Nothing Nikolai, come on" Fyodor pulled onto Nikolai's hand, dragging him out the room.

As they walked down the stairs, hand in hand. They smelt food, Fyodor smelt it better than Nikolai, he had very good senses. "oooh someone made us food!!" Nikolai grinned running in front of Fyodor down the stairs, dragging him with

"NIK-"

CRASH

Fyodor faceplanted.

Nikolai giggled, then footsteps urged towards the scene. 

"FYODOR?" Sigma screamed in a little girls voice, causing Fyodor on the floor to even give him a concerned look.

"Fyodor." Sigma rephrased , the three boys giggled.

"Well Fyodor, Nikolai, I made some  borshch (Ukrainian dish)

Nikolai surged his eyes to Sigma "YOU MADE MY FAVORITE DISH?" now repeating the little girl tone Sigma had just spoke in.

Fyodor lifting his body up "thank you for asking how good I am after faceplanting, im doing great actually" sarcastic words spurred out of his mouth.  "сука" (Bitches)

"What was that Fyodor?"

 "Nothing"

 "You said it, it has to be something" 

"Im saying your a good person Sigma"

"Aw really thank you"

"of course Sigma"

"WHAT DO YOU ME-" Nikolai screamed, knowing what Fyodor said, considering he had studied Russian under Fyodor for 2 years.

Fyodor covered Nikolai's mouth and smiled slightly. "заткнись, или ты пожалеешь, моя любовь" ("Shut up or you'll regret it my love")

Nikolai understood and rolled his eyes, but grabbed Fyodor's sleeve directing him to the kitchen. Nikolai and Sigma had a beautiful kitchen, a large kitchen. All white Marble and  traditional Russian Christmas music playing in the background.  Fyodor wowed and awed by the kitchen.

Fyodor made himself comfortable in his seat, reaching for a napkin to put on his lap. Nikolai raised an eyebrow at him.

"What are you like a butler now" 

"No it's etiquette" 

"Butler"

"Etiquette"

"Butler"

Fyodor getting up from his seat, grabbing Nikolai by the collar and putting him in his seat. 

"What would you like my dear" Fyodor bowing in a professional manner.

"Oh so you are a butler"

"If you want me to be"

"I  want some food" Nikolai rolling his eyes in a loving matter, eyeing the food Sigma made.

Fyodor scrambled looking for a serving tray and lifted the food up in the air as if he was a butler, serving the male.

"Also your hair is all messed up" Fyodor winked, going to sit down. What they did earlier, fucked up Nikolai's hair, his braided hair turned into a loose ponytail.

Nikolai flushed angrily poked at Fyodor's neck. "Well you have a nice dark spot right there!" 

"Oh yo-" Nikolai put his hand around Fyodor's mouth as Sigma walked in causing Fyodor to cover and avoid eye contact with Sigma, because of the mark.

"You two realize I heard your ""secret"" Conversation correct"  Sigma put his hands on the table, looking at the two men. 

"Oh shi-" The two looked at each other, knocking over the chairs and sprinting back upstairs while dropping forks and a coat that Fyodor left behind.