Promises Hurt 【An Hetalia fanfic】

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    Alfred woke up the next morning, eyes puffy from crying last night. Belarus was still tangled in his arms, her head resting in the crook of Alfred's neck. He looked past her to see his two daughters still asleep. Alaska looked as if she was just about to wake up and Hawaii was still knocked out. Setting his gaze to the sleeping beauty on him, he smiled a genuine smile and kissed her forehead.

      "Daddy?" Alaska asked quietly as she rose from her spot on the bed.

      "Yes my Снежинка?" Alfred spoke. *

      Ivanna crawled quietly over he sister and over her mother to nestle herself in between Belarus and Alfred. "I want brekfas."

        "Be quiet, please?" he hushed the child and quietly removed Belarus from him. "We can't wake mommy and Leila."

       Alfred grabbed Alaska and held the two and a half year old in his arms as he walked down the hall. His room was at the very end of the hall on the left wing with the original thirteen and the south eastern states. On the right wing of the House was the south and west. Since there wasn't as many states on the west side, they had to pair up with the Midwest states. Alaska andHawaii didn't have rooms yet, and if they did they'd have one of the guest rooms on the first floor together. But since they didn't want one yet they slept with Alfred and Belarus. Romano and Lithuania had their own rooms as well. Theirs was in a third small hallway in between the east coast and west coast hallways.

        When they got downstairs, the other countries were already awake and chatting. France and England sat together on the love seat. China, Japan, and Spain sat on the long couch and Russia sat on a one seater. Romano was eating a bowl of cereal at the counter.

      "Morning guys," Alfred said as he placed his daughter on the counter.

       "Hey, Lovi," Romano looked up from his food. "Can you go get Mexico? I don't know where he put the tortillas."

       "Ugh fine," he grabbed his bowl and ate while he walked to the Mexicans room.

       Alfred grabbed a thirty six carton of eggs and pulled out a large baking pan. Cracking about twelve he started to scramble them. Then adding some carne secca to a few in the corner of the pan. When they were done he placed them on plates and handed them out to everyone with a small pile of cut up fruit.

       "Alfred," England spoke. "What did you put in the eggs?"

       "What'd ya mean?" He fed Ivanna some sliced apples. When he thought of what England was thinking, he dropped the fork lower from Alaska's mouth not letting her eat the food on it. Pouting, she moved his hand herself to her mouth so she could eat. "Oh! That was carne secca is kinda like beef jerky, Mex likes it with his eggs in his tacos. Dunno why." He wiper Alaska's mouth with a napkin.

         "Hey dad!" The California Twins yelled from the top of the stairs.  "Can we have family game day?" The twin with the bright blonde hair asked. "Please!" The other twin with dark brown hair begged.

       "Yeah!" The rest of the states chorused from the second floor.

         Alfred looked up to the second floor then to the countries on the couch. He asked if they wanted to and they all nodded their heads saying yes. When Alfred answered saying that they'd play after lunch everyone yelled out 'woohoo!' or 'I'm gonna beat you' and other phrases similar. He didn't mind that his children were loud. He was loud himself, but Belarus was still asleep and so was the newest addition to their family. "Hey guys can you be quiet up there? Your mom is still asleep and so is the baby!"