Hetalia Fanfics

Mattie's Dad, Chapter 1

Alfred looked at the clock, five minutes left in his last, and most boring, period of the day. He sighed and looked down at the boring work. He loved history but in his opinion the Revolutionary War was too over studied. They'd gone over it earlier in the year but now they were focusing on it, the teacher making their final project on it. Alfred couldn't wait for that freeing 1:45 bell to ring. He looked up again, still five, oh wait four now, minutes to go. His phone buzzed and he quickly checked it, a text from his best friend, and brother in every way but blood, Mattie. Cool off in my pool?
'Hell yes!' Al thought quickly replying his consent. After hitting 'send' he quickly typed out a message in the group chat with his fathers Going to hang with Mattie after hell he sent, chuckling at his lame joke. He gots oks from both and put his phone away sighing. He looked up at the clock, only two- make that one, minute left. He counted down, the bell ringing just as he got to one. He grabbed his bag and darted out of the room, shoving papers and pen into his notebook as he went. He met Mattie by the flagpole, their regular meeting spot since elementary when Al had saved Mattie's bag from a few High Schoolers who aimed to send his bag up before flags were posted. He waved to Kiku as he passed with Yao, he hated how Kiku hung out with the older Asian man, he was just creepy. He taught Asian Culture and always gave Al looks that sent chills down his spine, and not the good kind, no those kind were reserved for a certain Russian man. He blushed lightly thinking of him. Ivan Braginski, Mattie's adopted dad. Seeing the blush, Matthew rolled his eyes and started walking, knowing who Al was thinking of. The absence of his brother's presence brought Al back to reality and he jogged to catch up with him.
"You can't just keep mooning over my dad you know, it's kinda creepy," Mat chided, earning a flat look from Al.
"You mean like you do for Gilbert?" Matthew blushed madly, trying to glare at Al through it.
Gilbert was one of his father Francis' best friends, they'd met at a modeling shoot and become friends almost instantly. The age gap for Mat and Gil wasn't quite as big as it was for Ivan and Alfred, but it was there. Gil had lightly flirted with Mattie, but had stopped at a warning from the elder model, as Francis saw Mattie as another son.
    "Is your dad going to be home this weekend?" Al asked, trying to make is sound nonchalant, Mattie didn't buy it.
"He should be flying in from Boston tonight, and getting home late tonight. He might stay the night at the airport and come home in the morning though, depending on how tired he is."
      Al nodded, wondering if he could stay the night, and if he could stay up late enough to welcome the man home. Al couldn't get the man out of his mind. He'd seen him in not much more than a speedo before, as he came in and did a shoot with Francis as a favor. Al loved those pictures, and had found every single one and had them stashed away, like most teenage boys would a Playboy magazine.
       As they got to Mattie's house and went inside Al raced him to his room, narrowly winning and slamming the door shut on Mattie, leaning all his weight against it.
      "Al you fatass!!" Mattie teased, trying to shove the door open, but stopped hearing the click of the door locking. "Not fair Al! I need my shorts!"
    "Guess you'll have to use something else!" Al teased back, quickly stripping to pull his trunks on, pausing to look at his body in Mattie's mirror.
     What he saw made him smile. He'd bulked up since Ivan had last seen him, his chest and abs filling in with lithe muscling. He smirked looking lower, he'd grown in other places too, and was now above average length for someone his age, though he knew it was no comparison to the Russian's. He almost let out a groan thinking about it, wishing he knew what it felt like. The pictures he had from the shoot outlined what was 'hidden' on the Russian well, teasing the viewer with outlines but no actual showing. Mattie pounding on the door telling him to hurry up snapped him out of his thoughts. With a glance at his firm and toned ass he pulled his trunks on and grabbed the goggles that were kept with his trunks, waiting until he knew Mattie was leaning on the door trying to jiggle the lock open before unlocking the door and throwing it open, moving with the door out of the way, laughing as Mattie sprawled onto the floor.
  He leapt over Mattie and darted toward the pool, leaving his glasses on a table outside and pulling his googles on leaping into the pool with a splash, Mattie following a minute later. They played in the pool for a few hours, then grabbed towels from the rack and went inside to get food, crashing out on the floor in the living room with food and starting Mattie's Xbox 360, going online and kicking ass together before logging off and getting back in the pool. As the sun started setting the boys went in and changed into shorts, Al getting permission to stay the night.
     To answer Al's questions, yes he could stay the night, no he couldn't stay up long enough to greet his favorite Russian, as he was passed out on the couch when Ivan quietly came in the door, Mattie sprawled out on the other side of the couch. Ivan smiled and kissed his son lightly on the forehead, murmuring wishes for sweet dreams against his skin. He then turned an affectionate smile to Alfred, picking the blanket up off the floor where Al had thrown it and laying it over him, turning off all of their electronics and snapping a quick picture of the sleeping boy, as he loved Al in the same way Al loved him, but had better control of his emotions and expressions. Ivan pressed a sweet and gentle kiss to Al's temple, murmuring a sweet "Sleep well Fredka, may you dream big and achieve them my Sunflower," before going up to bed.