The Nightmares

Chapter 6: The Undies

This is a really, really short chapter, I'm sorry if I've disappointed you, it's all I can manage right now. I'll make sure the next one is a really long one. Just don't be surprised if it takes a week or two to update.

Anyway, here's the chapter I guess.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or it's characters. They belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.

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"So, where are your clothes?" America asked. He started to search for Russia's suitcase lazily, not bothering too much. He wanted to lay back in the soft bed so that's exactly what he did.

Russia smiled and rolled his eyes at Alfred's laziness, he thought his actions were more amusing than annoying. "They're in my drawers." He spoke, turning to his dresser to decide on what to wear. He didn't want to wear anything revealing, since it was still slightly chilly even with the heaters on. Ivan started to rifle through his top drawers, throwing rejects onto a pile beside Alfred. He barely even thought once when he came across a lace garment and threw it behind him. 

Alfred watched as the clothes fell and was incredibly stunned to see the little to nothing underwear land on his arm. He picked the object up carefully and began to examine the clothing. It was small, starting with lots of black, lace fabric at the front, then reverted to a small string at the back. Hot red braces were attached at the top and Alfred imagined that red boots would go with an outfit and possibly a jet black hat too.

"What the fuck is this." Alfred said. Ivan freezed and turned around to see Alfred holding a pair of underwear he didn't even know he had.

Not knowing how to respond, Ivan blurted the first thing that came to mind.

"What is that." Alfred gave him a confused look and held them further out.

"What? You threw them out of your drawer!"

"They aren't mine!" Russia cried, hot red in the face.

"Well they came from you!"

"They don't belong to me!"

"Well who else could it possibly be from?" Alfred paused to laugh. "Are you sure you don't bring anyone to your room?"

Ivan closed his eyes in utter embarrassment and hid his face in his scarf. "I'm sure." Alfred continued laughing so Ivan quickly ripped the underwear out of his hands and stuffed them back into his drawer.

"Sestra put them in there." Ivan mumbled, causing Alfred laugh even harder.

"You could make a calendar." Alfred giggled. Ivan did a nervous laugh. The two chuckled back and forth whilst Ivan picked out an outfit. He picked out a white long-sleeved shirt and another pair of plain black trousers. He swapped his smart shoes for a pair of normal black converses.

He started to undress, which surprised Alfred because he didn't give him a warning, so he turned around to give Ivan some privacy, but secretly peeped.

"Ivan what the fuck." Alfred spoke. Russia looked up from taking off his coat.

"Please do not judge."

Ivan didn't have a t-shirt on underneath his coat.

"Why the fuck don't you have a shirt on?" Alfred guffawed, spinning around to face Russia.

"I didn't think of a grabbing a top before leaving my room last night. I did not even grab a toothbrush, and I was not going to wear my pyjama top." Alfred chuckled and let Ivan get changed by facing the wall again.

Alfred took his time examining Ivan's body, trailing from the top to the bottom. His pecks were a light pink, that were sat on a muscular yet hairy chest. His abs were pronounced, standing out among his other bodily features. A faint v-line led downwards and disappeared into a pair of tight blue boxers. His package was obviously large, tying first place with his abs as the part of his body your eyes looked at first. Alfred tinted a dark shade, and moved onto his legs. His thighs and calves were large and muscular, most likely from manual labor. There were light blonde hairs dotted all up his legs, barely noticeable. Alfred couldn't help but notice the scars that littered his body here and there, especially the back and how he had kept his scarf on the entire time he was getting changed. He chose to stay quiet about it though, for he knew if he said something Ivan would know he was having a peep-show, and would probably make Russia feel uncomfortable. Maybe he'd ask about it later.Ivan finished getting changed, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth since he didn't get the chance to that morning.

"Should we go back to the conference room now?" Russia suggested, taking a few strides towards the door.

"Uh, yeah." America replied.

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