Two Can Keep A Secret

Chapter 23: A French Rumour

And so, they say there, hand in hand as they watched the sun set. They looked deeply in eachothers eyes, smiling. In fact, they were so locked on the other, they just missed the flash of a camera.

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Alfred sighed as he closed the front door behind him, stretching. Ivan walks further into the kitchen, likely placing the basket and uneaten items down. Alfred can't help but give a love-sick smile in his direction, still riding the high of the hand holding earlier.

Alfred had been taking Ivan on a date, even if Ivan thought he was joking. His smile fell, reality crashing down. He seemed to think it was a joke. But Alfred just shook his head.

'No, I know I have a chance. Ivan wouldn't just let me hold his hand if I was a friend only. Stay positive.'

Alfred walks further into the house, trying not to let his thoughts get to him. Collapsing on the couch, he switches the TV on to a random channel.

"What might you be doing?"

Alfred jumps, a hand grabbing at his heart. He whips his head to meet Ivan's smirking face, amused at his fright. He gives him an annoyed glare, although his eyes gives him away.

"Really Ivan?"

Ivan chuckles, sitting down next to Alfred. Alfred tries to ignore just how close they are, a light blush dusting his face.

"Just looking for a movie to watch?"

Alfred says, smiling nervously. Ivan nods, shuffling closer to Alfred. Trying to not notice how he can feel the heat radiating off of the other, Alfred randomly picks a movie in his panic. And, to his luck, it just so happens to be a romance filled one.

Slowly, they settle into the movie, getting comfortable on the couch. Eventually, Alfred feels himself tiring, and desperately fights to stay awake. Alas, it was no hope, and he fell asleep buried into Ivan's side.

Just as he's about to leave the conscious realm, an arm wraps around him and pulls him further into the warmth. And as he falls further into the embrace of sleep, he swears he could almost hear the whisper of,

"I love you."

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Alfred jumps awake, his snoring cut off as he hears the pinging of his phone. He grumbles, pulling out from Ivan's chest (where he had been snuggling into) and grabbing his noisy phone.

Checking what was getting him so many messages, he chokes on his spit.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Alfred roars, outraged. Below him, Ivan sat up immediately in panic.

"Fredka?! What is the matter!?"

Ivan askes, placing a hand on Alfreds shoulder in worry. Alfred can do nothing but breathe out heavily, shoving the phone in Ivans face. He pinches the bridge of his nose as Ivan reads the message, his eye twitching.

"What the fuck."

Ivan seethes, fists clenching, and Alfred can only sigh. A photo had been sent to the nations groupchat, one of them on the picnic. And it had been sent by, obviously, France.

The chat was blowing up, over 190 countries all texting at the same time. And all of them making wild accusations, yet the one that seems to be the most common is that they're dating.

In all his anger, Alfreds face still manages a blush. By god does he wish that was true. He sneaks a glance over to Ivan, still muttering obscenities under his breath.

"Ivan?"

Ivan's voice stops, and he turns his head to Alfred. He looks immensely stressed, his eyebrows creased and eyes twitching.
Yet his tone softens when he asks,

"Da, Fredka?"

Alfred drops his head onto Ivan's shoulder, and Ivan tugs him into a hug almost immediately. They both sit, embracing for the comfort.

"What are we going to do?"

Alfred murmers into his neck, tightening his hold. Ivan runs a finger down his back, though he can't stop the slight shake to them.

"I don't know."

They sit in silence, arms encircling the other. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Alfred can't help but enjoy the warmth.

"We could just show them they're wrong? Fight again, like Russia and America?"

"But what if I don't want them to be wrong?"

Alfred whispers under his breath, quiet to the point he didn't even think he said it out loud. Ivan's hand freezes, and Ivan goes still in shock. Alfred, in turn, stops and his eyes snap open as he realises what he just said.

"...what?"

Ivan chokes out, sounding on the verge of tears.

'oh shit.'

Oh shit indeed, Alfred.

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Heyooo! LMAOOO I can't wait to write the next chapter. Anywayssssss hope you enjoyed this one. The cats are back! I'm so sorry to leave you on this massive of a cliffhanger, but I wanted to push the confession ahead and make them *coughs* whatever but with that, Goeiemorê, middag, aand of nag!