Alfred sighed , running a hand through his hair.
Ever since he and his husband Ivan had adopted the little girl three months ago, the two of them hardly got any alone time.
Don't get the wrong idea, Alfred adored his little girl. But he kinda missed the days when it was just him and Ivan in the small house. Where the two of them were free to do whatever the heck they wanted, where ever they wanted. (*wink wonk*)
He felt strong arms snake their way around his waist and he sighed into his husband's arms. Ivan pressed chaste kisses up and down his neck; Alfred stifled a moan, involuntarily bucking his hips.
"Daddy?" a small voice asked from the doorway. Alfred and Ivan both adopted a 'deer-in-the-headlights' look as the glanced towards the source of the soft call.
Their new daughter, (Y/N) Braginsky, stood there. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair a tangled mess and her (e/c) eyes wide.
"Daddy," she repeated, "What are you and папа doing?"
Alfred and Ivan exchanged a look.
"дерьмо..."
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I JUST LOVE RUSAME OKAY
дерьмо - Crap
папа - daddy
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Hetalia x Reader Drabbles
FanfictionRandom little scenes that I will probably think of in the precipices of the night.
