Here is chapter two, hope you enjoy.
Alfred's career came to me when I was watching Big Bang Theory (I love that show) and I let him have a job similar to one of the character's jobs. Ludwig's is just because I think he would be very good at designing buildings, I have a theory that he is good at details. And Ivan's is a writer because I love Russian literature and he could use writing as a way to voice his opinions and vent his anger.
Gilbert's and Arthur's job... well, that's just for shits and giggles since I love the idea of them working in a dirty store, one that is owned by Francis.
Ivan's clothing sizes being messed up is also for shits and giggles, because I love Ivan looking so awkward in clothing. lol
On with the fic!
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He's Mine Bro!
Chapter Two: Alfred vs. Ivan, Round One
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The next day Ludwig arrived at around nine in the morning. He had walked up to the apartment and knocked on the door, telling his three dogs to sit. There was silence from inside of the home until the locks on the door could be heard coming undone and the door opened. Alfred opened the door, yawning as he stood there in his boxers (that were American flag style) and his hair was everywhere.
"Who is it?" He asked, sounding tired and forgetting to put on his glasses, the person before him looked blurry.
"Ludwig."
Alfred blinked and rubbed his eyes real quick, taking his glasses of his head and putting them on his face. "Oh! You're here early! Come in, come in! Let me go and get dressed real quick, I must looked horrible."
"It's fine, I'm use to seeing my bruder walk around in his boxers, this isn't any different." Ludwig spoke, stepping inside and removing his shoes once more. His three dogs trotted in and sat down, waiting for their master's command.
"You have dogs?"
Ludwig blushed lightly. "Uh, yeah, I did mention them before over the phone. Don't worry! They're really well behaved dogs and I can pay for them if there is a pet fee!"
The America just grinned. "That's fine, Ivan and I love dogs. I'll be back, I'm gonna get cleaned up real quick and I'll help you move in. Just have a seat and make yourself comfortable." With that, Alfred walked back to his room.
Ludwig watched him leave before he took a seat on the sofa, his dogs lying down to take a little nap. He looked around, seeing that everything was just as it was when he came over yesterday. He turned to look down the hall when he heard someone's door open. Ivan stepped into the hall, wearing sweat pants and a tank top that looked a little too tight for such a large man.
He yawned as he entered the kitchen, mumbling to himself in his native tongue as he started to make coffee. Ludwig watched as Ivan stood in the kitchen, letting the machine work until the larger man paused and turned, glancing over at Ludwig who gave a small wave. "Guten morgen?" He shrugged.
Ivan stared at him before grinning. "I expect that means 'good morning', well same to you comrade~!" He seemed rather awake now, if Ludwig was going to have this kind of effect on him then who needed coffee? "I'm guessing Alfred let you in, da?"
"Yes, he did."
"Hm, hopefully he was wearing pants this time. One time he answered the door in the nude after he got drunk and scared our landlord's little brother and sister."
The blond frowned at this, oh God if things were gonna be like here then he might as well just move in with his brother. No, he wasn't going to do that, not when the bastard was always fucking his boyfriend at ungodly times and in places where Ludwig knew were not meant to have such activites happen in them. But that's what you get when your brother and his boyfriend loved to drink and work at a sex store.
