Mine

Chapter Four

October 26, 2017

Alfred...

Alfred...

Alllfreed...

Alfr...

Al...

Blue eyes shot open, frantically blinking and trying to look around, chest heaving, skin prickled with goosebumps. Alfred shivered, turning over onto his side, towards plush pillows and pulling the knitted blanket up further...

Wait, he didn't have a knitted blanket with him last night... what's with the texture of those pillows? They feel more like leather-

Am I on the couch? He felt around and he confirmed that he was, as when he rolled off of it and onto carpet instead of wood. He also further confirmed the thought when his hand slapped the top of the coffee table and heard a few things fall and crash off the other side. Whelp, there goes whatever fell.

He held himself up by his elbow and shook the hand that slapped the table. It left a slight sting, as one would imagine.

"Fredka?" Alfred looked up to see a very disheveled Ivan standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Damn he looks tired.

"Ngh..." Ivan jogged over and helped him up. As soon as he was on his feet, he tucked his face into the dip in his chest. "Coooold... did I sleep on the couch...?" Ivan wrapped his arms around him, Alfred's shirt hiking up in the process. He shivered again.

"You didn't," a questioning look. "you slept walked down here."

"Oh. What time is it?"

"Going on 11."

Whelp so much for the movie he planned on them going to.

A yawn. Two yawns. Yawns are contagious, as you probably know.

"Do you want something to drink? To help warm you up?" Ivan asked, leading the blond to the kitchen. He himself tried to find some tea around 5:30 but all this house has for drinks is milk, coffee, and maple whiskey. Why the alcohol? Aren't they all still too young to drink in this country? Well, at least he snuck in a bottle of vodka...

Meanwhile he was lost in his short-lived thoughts, a mischievous little smirk crawled its way onto Alfred's lips.

"You?" A beat. A sigh.

"Alfred, it's too early for that."

"Are you sure about that." The groan of disappointment™️ and tiredness™️. (did I even use ™️ correctly I don't really know nor do I care :3) Laughter sprung not too long later, and Alfred hurried away to grab a cup and start some coffee. Good ol' Dunkin Donuts. New England's Specialty. They run on coffee. Rest of the states do too, just not as bad.

"Staaaaaart..." Alfred pouted at the coffee maker and turned to Ivan, who was looking at the calendar. He snuck up behind him and rested his head on his shoulder, while also standing on his tippy toes. He is very short compared to Ivan.

"Tryna figure out when you can escape, Vanya?" You could hear his smile as he spoke.

"Нет, just curious at what you have planned this week. Also seeing when Amy will return."