Alfred's (America's) Pov:
'How am I going to explain 60+ fucking kids that are in my house to Ivan?!' I thought anxiously as I pulled into my drive-way.
I pulled my key out and just sat in my seat, with both of my hands still on the wheel. I sighed as my head hit the steering wheel, and I kept hitting my head on the surface until I decided that it was enough and I should probably explain. While going over the conversation in my head on every possible out come of the conversation, an awkward silence crept over me and Ivan. Sighing once more I sat up and turned to face Ivan. He opened his mouth looking as if he was going to say something but then seemed to decide not to and closed his mouth. I took a breath.
"Okay." I paused catching Ivan's attention. "In my house... there are a few things I've never mentioned before, so please, don't freak out to much okay?" I said with what I can guess is a worried expression.
"Alright?" He said skeptically. Which I can understand why, he thinks I'm worried for nothing because he doesn't know about who all lives in my house.
"Okay. Let's go inside, just remember what I said." I recited quickly and turned, opening the car door. Ivan followed me to the front door, I took out my keys and opened the door.
Ivan's (Russia's) Pov:
Alfred opened the door and walked in. It was wired, he seemed to be worried about me going inside. Trying to ignore it- I followed him and walked inside his suspiciously large house. I mean as nations we tend to be paid on how well our country is doing and have mansions, but this- who need's a house this large with only one person living in it?
When we walked in there was this open space, it's beautiful, it has a high ceiling, chandelier and a large grand staircase from both sides of the room lading up to a balcony with a railing. Alfred must of caught me staring because when I looked over he had the most shit-eating grin. I rolled my eyes and just continued looking.
We stood in the middle of the open room when stomping could be heard upstairs. I was so confused, it felt like an earthquake but Alfred didn't seem bothered by it.
"What's happening?!" I yelled.
"Just wait." My American friend said looking content and fine, considering there's A FUCKING EARTHQUAKE GOING ON! After a few more seconds of the rumbling a horde of children came flooding down the stairs.
"Dad's home!" Some random kid yelled, followed by several others yelling things along the same lines.
I heard lots of 'dad's' and 'mama's'. I don't understand what's going on.
I look over at Alfred 'WHY THE HELL IS HE SO CALM!'
Word count: 496
I was gonna post last night but, ya know, that didn't happen.
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Fatal Secrets
FanfictionThe nations have problems. They hid it from the rest of world. So the ancents decide to change it, to help them. To fix broken relationships and bring attention to the ones who need it most. ~Fanfiction ~Hetalia ~Ships !WILL EDIT AT A LATTER TIME!
