Hetalia Fanfics

Mattie's Dad Chapter 2

Alfred woke up to the smell of bacon, coffee and his favorite, chocolate chip waffles. He rubbing his eyes yawning and stretching, reaching for his glasses on the table. He smiled seeing Mattie curled up on the other side of the couch, his hand under his head, scrunching up his face to give him fish lips. He stood and stretched, his blanket falling on the floor. He didn't remember being covered. Then, something in his still half asleep brain clicked, Mattie was sleeping and he smelled food cooking. That could only mean one thing.........
Ivan was home! He quickly walked to the kitchen, slowing himself down to a casual morning shuffle, coming in to sit at the table with a mumbled "Morning Ivan," glancing up to see the older man's reaction, and just to see him.
Ivan chuckle and put a couple of pancakes on a plate that was already 1/4 full.
"Good morning Fredka. Sleep well?" Alfred surpressed a shiver, the man's accent, especially now, thicker after speaking only Russian for a full week. Alfred tried to play it off, laying his arms and head on the surface of the breakfast bar.
"Alright I guess. The couch is as comfortable as it's ever been."
Ivan too had to surpress feelings, the boys lowered half asleep voice having quite the affect on him, not something he wanted around during breakfast, especially if he was to deter Alfred from his feelings, knowing the boy had a crush on him.
Ivan had known for a while, ever since Alfred would make every excuse to be over, and had even begged the man to teach him Russian, which Ivan was doing in steps. The first thing he'd done was to teach him how to properly pronounce his name. The boy had been surprised, and even chuckled a little, before making sure to use it whenever he addressed him. Ivan was more than pleased.
It disappointed him to see Alfred's low grades and snide remarks from the teachers, as Alfred was intensely brilliant, when it interested him. Very few teachers had seen this about the blue eyed blonde sitting at Ivan's table, as the boy rarely got free reign, but when he did he astounded teachers.
Ivan served Alfred his breakfast with a smile and a promise the day would day better after he woke up some, and went to wake Mattie. Mattie smiled at his adoptive father and hugged him, welcoming him home, then followed him back into the kitchen, where Alfred was bent over in the fridge getting milk to doctor his coffee.
Mattie couldn't help feeling sorry for his father. He knew he liked Alfred as much as Alfred liked him, he was just much better about controlling his feelings and urges. He'd even tried sleeping with other people, but Mattie knew it didn't help. He rested a hand on Ivan's shoulder in comfort as he pointedly looked away from the blue eyed blonde who was clad only in shirt sleeping shorts.
Ivan went over and made Mattie a plate, ignoring the bent over young male completely bent over and trying to find the milk in the full fridge.
Mattie shook his head, and in an attempt to save his father, playfully shoved Alfred put of the way and git the milk out, pouring himself a glass before handing it off to a disgruntled Alfred, who stuck his tongue out at his best friend. Alfred replaced it, being bent over for a much shorter period of time this time, much to Ivan's thanks.
Ivan made sure the boys were well fed before getting food himself, and after finishing and setting everyone's dishes in the dishwasher, he went down to workout in his training room.
Alfred, of course, followed him. He watched as Ivan worked out in basketball shorts and a tank top. He searched for something to talk to the older male about, trying not to get distracted by the movement of the Russian man's powerful muscles under his skin.
"Sooooo...........how was your trip?" Alfred inquired, hoping he wasn't being too awkward.
"Not too bad. Some turbulence on the flight, but other than that, fine," Ivan replied, focusing on his workout, glad he had a distraction from the young male.
"Did you see your sisters?"
"Da. They were very happy to see me, and I loved seeing yhem