A/N: Oh look, another update I was too lazy to NOT effortlessly type up at 4AM. YIPEE!
A friend of mine: "I McAdored it."
Therefore proves how not shitty this fic is - do proceed. (:
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Ivan: *Comes in through the front door, visibly exhausted from work*
Alfred: *From the couch in the living room* You finally home, babe?
Ivan: Da. *makes himself comfortable on the couches next to Alfred*
Alfred: So~ I've noticed that today we go out to dinner at the place of my choosing. *Seductively looks up at Ivan with half lidded eyes as he strokes along his chest with his pointer finger* Can you guess where I wana eat tonight?
Ivan: *aroused not only by interest*
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Ivan: May I have vodka, please? ^J^
Mcperson: ...
Ivan: ...
Mcperson: ...
Mcperson: Sir, this is Mcdonald's.
Ivan: Ah, my bad. (PleaseDoNotFuckingRemindMe)
Ivan: May I have McVodka, please? ^J^
Alfred: *Facepalms*
Mcperson: *Facepalms*
Arthur: *Facepalms*
Alfred: ...
Alfred: Arthur, what are you doing here?
Arthur: Just tagging along.
Alfred: In the trunk...?
Arthur: Well, I'd have to be an imbecile to leave you and Ivan alone for the evening.
Ivan: *Nods towards Alfred* That is accurate. If it weren't for your bottomless pit of a stomach, I would have drunk and dined with your penis. ^\\J\\^
Alfred: Dude.
Mathew: *Slowly sits up from the trunk behind Arthur as if he was crawling out of the firey pits of hell* I to, agree with Arthur's statement.
Arthur and Ivan: *Trembling in thier seats*
Mathew: But I'd also add that- *Equips sport's helmet* I don't trust Arthur alone with Alfred either.
Arthur and Ivan: *Trembling intensifies*
Mathew: *Equips hockey stick* Less, alone together as a party of three.
Alfred: How long were you two even waiting in my car?
Mathew: Alfred, step out of the car. There will be a murder taking place shortly.
Ivan: *Gasps* Really? And who's murder may that be?
Arthur: *Panics* Don't leave!
Alfred: You're absolutely right! I'll step out of the car so I can pick up our order! Good idea! *Gets out the car and runs off to Mcdonald's main entrance*
Mathew: *Demonic voice* Now we will let my hockey stick decide who is a worthy life partner for my brother in a game of survival.
Arthur: Oh, FOR PETE'S sAKE, ALFRED. WE'RE ALREADY IN THE FUCKING DRIVE-THRU.
Ivan: Who's Pete?
Mcperson: Who's paying?
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Alfred and Mathew come as a package
FanfictionWhat if we made Mathew the older brother? Not only that, but overly protective too?
