Two Can Keep A Secret

Chapter 34: An Early Morning

"Now, we're going back to bed. For the first time, I really hope I don't see you kids in the morning."

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Alfred groaned, slamming a hand down on the annoyingly persistent alarm. He's pretty sure he heard it crack, maybe shatter, but that's a problem for later Alfred.

It was  6 A.M. Both he and Ivan would have to get up now if they want to get to the meeting on time. Of course, they'd managed to get a few more hours of sleep after last night's fiasco, but that doesn't mean they have to like it.

Turning to his boyfriend, who was currently spooning him (which Alfred was very much enjoying), he couldn't help but watch as he snoozed on peacefully, the rhythmical rise and fall of his chest like a hypnotizing pattern.

He places a tan hand on his bare chest, tracing the atrocious amount of scars laced on the skins surface. It makes Ivan's breath stutter, yet he doesn't wake. Alfreds glad for that, at least.

Slowly, as his hands trace the scars, they eventually make their way up to his neck. Instantly, his hands freeze in their place. That is a spot he is not allowed to touch. After all, he was the one who caused it.

Ivan always liked to wear his scarf, no matter what weather. However, it was more for decoration than a real purpose. But after their fight? Ivan made sure his scarf showed absolutely nothing of his neck.

Alfred can feel the guilt crawling up his back, and he sighs as he brings his hand down to Ivans chest. Before can do anything else, his wrist is stopped and clutched but another. Startled, Alfred looks up to Ivans sleepy eyes, watching him with curiosity. Alfred was not expecting this, and it's obvious with how he stutters out excuses and apologies quicker than lightning, before his hand is gently placed on a scarred throat.

Alfred let's out a choked sigh, his hand ghosting the rough skin. Ivan hums in content, seemingly unbothered by the contact. How? Alfred doesn't know. In fact, he's completely baffled as to why Ivan's even let him near his throat to begin with.

"Vanya?"

Alfred whispers, soft voice echoing through the silent morning. Ivan opens a sleepy eye.

"Da, Fredka?"

Alfred looks down, hands still tracing the skin with a slight shake to it.

"Why are you letting me..."

He trails off at the end, unable to find the words. Unable to face it, more like. Cowardly Alfred, never fighting his own battles.

"Because I trust you."

Ivan's blunt statement makes Alfred still in shock. He closes his wide open mouth, looking back up at Ivan, who now sports an amused smile look.

"..oh."

It's all Alfred can say in this situation. I mean, what else could he? Thankfully, Ivan does not seem to take offense, instead chuckling and pulling Alfred closer to him. He nuzzles into Alfreds golden hair, sighing in content.

Alfred, meanwhile, is now squished between Ivan's massive chest. Of course, the heart to heart moment is now ruined by how red his face has gone and how much he wishes to live the rest of his life like this.

However, nation duty calls. And alas, he must remove himself from heaven.

"Ivaaaann.."

He mutters, slowly pushing himself away. Ivan whines, like a child, while Alfred can only sigh.

"Come on, we've got that meeting today. We have to get ready."

He slurs his words slightly, rubbing the sand out of his eyes. Ivan groans, playfully glaring at him. Ignoring this, Alfred edges out of the bed, shivering at the cold.

God, he wishes he got more sleep. However, hearing no movement behind him, he turns around. Ivan is buried under the blanket with the duvet over his head.

Seems like someone didn't want to get out of bed today.

Raising an eyebrow, he walks over to the bathroom. Having brought up 50 children, he knows just the trick to wake him.

He fills a cup with cold water, walking back over to his unsuspecting boyfriend. Alfred tries to keep his laughter inside, managing to stop from bursting out into giggles.

'3, 2, 1.. NOW!'

Alfred proceeds to dump to entirety of the water onto Ivan's covered head. His betrayed screams of cold water agony ring through the house.

Oh well. He should've gotten up when Alfred said he must.

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