Definitely, Maybe (Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter Eighteen

Driving around with a sleep-deprived kid was tough, and it being his and Alfred's kid, even tougher. Sometimes, Lovino was tempted to duck-tape Luca's mouth to stop him from either complaining or asking a multitude of stupid, pointless questions. His mind was focused on three things: the road, Alfred and how fucking stupid he was for getting up in the middle, probably a little past midnight-ish now, just to do something he knew would never work. "Papa," Luca started up with, what Lovino guessed was the millionth question. "Why aren't we at Daddy's house yet?"

"Because," Lovino made a slow, full stop at the stop sign. "I'm tired and I'm not driving as fast since I'm tired." He made a little excuse. In all honesty, he was a little frightened, driving around circles around the American's neighbourhood. Back then, he would normally walk up the steps of the small abode, almost able to bring himself up to ring the doorbell, but never able to. Something inside him was telling him that if this is what Alfred wanted, he would respect that wish. Now, he had his, their kid with him, pushing him to go, he had a little extra push that he may or may not want. "Oh."

"You sound a little disappointed," Lovino looked up at his mirror, seeing Luca's crestfallen face. The little Italian-American must have been excited to meet Alfred. It made Lovino's heart ache. "We'll be there soon, I promise, Luca."

"You can go as slow as you want Papa, you're tired."

"Right." Lovino nodded and circled around the neighbourhood slowly before parking the car about a few houses down from Alfred's. "This is the place."

"Right there?" Luca pointed to a house on his right, thinking that was the right one. "Uh, kinda," Lovino pushed the little red button to eject his seatbelt from the buckle, his hands getting a little sweaty. "We just have to, uh, walk there."

"You okay Papa?" The little boy took off his seatbelt and stood up in the car, leaning over to peer at his Papa's face. "Peachy, just fine!" Lovino laughed nervously and opened the car door, stepping out of it before aiding Luca get out. "Let's go."

"Let's go see Daddy!" Luca giggled as he held out his arms for Lovino to carry him, which he did. "Yeah, let's, uh, do that." Lovino awkwardly smiled and started to make his way over to Alfred's house. Now the question was that if he managed to ring the doorbell this time; big accomplishment if he did.

"Hey Luca?" Lovino whispered as they stood at the end of Alfred's small driveway, the Italian had his eyes fixated on Alfred's bright blue, small car fit for four. "Would you get mad if I told you that the past times I did this, you know, get your Daddy, I couldn't ring the doorbell?"

"If you can't do it, then I will!" Luca broke out of his Papa's hold and ran up the driveway all the way to the door, almost about to ring the doorbell. "Luca!" Lovino sped-walked to get the little rascal of a son. "What if he's asleep?!"

"Fuck it. He's waking up." Luca huffed and dinged the doorbell multiple times. Lovino's eyes widened as he picked up Luca and pulled him away from the door. His mind was all jumbled, heart beating a million beats per minute. "Oh we're screwed."

"Coming..." The faint call of a voice reached Lovino's ears. Was that who he thought it was? "I'm sorry, I'm kinda tired but I uh..." There standing right in front of Lovino, the door of his house wide open, was Alfred F. Jones himself, with his red plaid pj pants and a superhero shirt, stared back at Lovino with wide eyes. "Alfred."

"Holy shit." Alfred's voice was uncharacteristically quiet. "Lovino."

"Daddy!" Luca grinned and broke both men out of their little trance. Alfred's blue eyes travelled to Luca's bright, happy blue eyes. "Wait, 'daddy'?" Lovino quickly covered Luca's mouth and coughed. Wow was this awkward. "He's tired, sorry about that."

"Wait stop." Alfred slowly walked over to the two, bending his knees a bit to reach the child's eye level. "What's your name...?"

"Luca," The child introduced, his name a bit muffled from Lovino's hand still covering his small mouth. "Luca Austin Vargas-Jones!"

"Oh, my Lady Liberty." The American stood up straight and took a deep breath. "Holey fuck..."

"Would it be bad if I said yes, this is your kid that you left with me. We were waiting for years for you to come back?" Lovino asked, making the other silent as his blue orbs, that Lovino had missed looking into, scanned both Lovino's face and Luca's. "This... This is crazy."

"Crazy good or crazy bad?"

"I have no idea." Alfred looked away and coughed. Lovino had guessed the pain from long ago was still with him. "We can, uh, leave if you want."

"No!" Luca interjected, crossing his arms. "We came here to take you home!"

"Home?"

"Our apartment!" The little child explained, his smile never leaving his face. "The place where I grew up."

"I-I.." Alfred took a step back, rubbing his arm. "I'm not going back there, thanks for the offer, uh, little dude, but I can't."

"But we're family..." Luca whispered and watched as Alfred turned around, back facing him and his Papa. "Papa," He looked up, gaining said man's attention. "Explain to me what Daddy is like.." Lovino smiled and nodded. "Well, Luca, he's not like any other person I know," Started Lovino, he knew he acquired Alfred's attention somewhat. "He's amazing, he's funny, dorky even... He annoys me too often and calls himself a hero even though he has never saved anybody, but what he doesn't know he's my hero,"

"he's so imaginative and can find the fun or positive side of any situation. He never lets me see how much he's in pain because he never wants me to worry but I always do. He's the King of all dorks and he's the young kid I remember that played with me in the sand when we were kids, he was the first and only person that stole my heart," Lovino looked up and saw Alfred's shoulders shake, he must be crying, Lovino thought. "He has always been my one and only."

"Oh shut up you..." Alfred sniffled and turned around, facing both Lovino and Luca. "Romantic peice of crap. I hate you."

"I love you too, Alfred." Lovino laughed and stepped closer. "Can I..?"

"Maybe later.." The American laughed and pulled Lovino by the arm inside his little home. "Welcome to the King of dork's humble abode."

"Daddy? Are you coming home with us tomorrow?" Luca asked, looking up at Alfred. "What do you think?"