Just a Little Insecurity [2/??]
anonymous
March 27 2010, 23:17:10 UTC
With a quick peck on the lips, the two go their separate ways. Allison hums a romantic Disney song as she practically skips along the city streets to the quiet little diner her family owns. Her twin brother purses his lips and narrows his eyes as she swings open the door.
“You’re late.” He growls, tapping one foot on the floor. “I needed to set nearly all of the tables because you weren’t here.”
Allison pouts, all wide eyes and plump lips, making it impossible to stay mad. “What? Can’t a woman have a romantic breakfast with her lovely girlfriend in these harsh times?” She sighs. “Honestly, Matthew. If you would spend more time with your Yekaterina, you wouldn’t be complaining.”
Matthew chuckles. “It’s odd to think you two hated eachother once, eh?”
Allison giggles and kisses his cheek. Still humming her sweet little tune, she twirls into the back room.
“Oi, why are you late?” Someone snaps at her, adjusting his chic greeter’s outfit. “And why the bloody hell do I need to wear this? What was wrong with my old outfit?”
The man yelps in surprise as a strong arm winds its way around his waist. “Because, mon cheri Arthur, we want to attract people to this fine establishment, not repel them.”
“You frog. Release me at once!”
The sound of squabbling is so refreshingly normal and Allison giggles as Chef Bonnefoy attempts to remove the poor Englishman’s clothes.
Matthew groans and leans his body against the doorframe. “Relax, all of you, we open up in five minutes. Arthur, stop grumbling and get ready to greet some customers. Allie, go rouse the wait staff. Francis, put some clothes on. We can’t have you getting arrested again.”
“Mon dieu, that was only one time!”
The door jangles as someone enters the restaurant and they day begins. Soon, the scents of soup and melted cheeses drift through the air.
Arthur gets in an argument with a customer again and Matthew needs to step in to prevent a fistfight. He apologizes profusely to the customer and sends Arthur to the back.
“Allie, you take over at the front.” He sighs.
She nods dutifully and takes her position by the door. She zones out, letting her mind wander to daring car chases and rescuing damsels in distress (damsels named Iva, she thinks with a giggle). The restaurant is wonderful, but it’s so boring. She wishes she had Iva’s job, although Iva never talks about it. From what Allison can tell, her job is very exciting and very shady. But at least it’s interesting! She wishes she could join, but the last time she mentioned it, Iva had gone an unnatural shade of green and quickly changed the subject.
It hadn’t been brought up again.
“Allison Jones, is that you?!” A loud, girlish voice jolts her out of her reverie. She blinks her eyes and finds herself staring at a pretty, heart-shaped face, framed by long brown twists of hair.
“Liza? Elizabeta? Oh my god, how long has it been?” The two of them squeal and hug, both babbling about how it has been too long and oh my god, how are you?
Allison notices the glittering gold ring on her finger and squeals again. Loudly.
Just a Little Insecurity [3/??]
anonymous
March 27 2010, 23:33:10 UTC
Matthew shouts at her to stop scaring away the customers and she lowers her voice.
“Here. I’ll get you a table.” She links arms with her friend and leads her to an empty booth. “Oh my God, is it Roderich? Oh, I knew you two were meant to be! Where is he, is he here?”
Elizabeta nods emphatically. “He’s just finding a parking space. It’s a crowded area. How have you been? I honestly had no clue you were in the city! How silly is that? Are you seeing anyone? Are they cute? Do I know them?”
Allison blushes, looking down. “I’ve been wonderful! And, well, I am seeing someone! And you do know them, it’s just, well…” She bites her lip, face red. “So, remember how me and Iva Braginsky totally hated each other in high school? Because she was kind of insane? Well, she’s totally normal now, and we met up about two years ago, and, well… We hit it off!”
Elizabeta’s eyes widen in shock and slight disbelief. “So, you mean all of those near-violent confrontations and cold words were all just unresolved sexual tension?”
They both giggle. “Well, yeah! I guess…”
The door jingles again and Elizabeta waves over to the man. “Hey, sweetie, do you remember Allison Jones?"
The man nods, smiling slightly. “You would be very hard not to remember, with all of the trouble you caused.”
She blushes, and Elizabeta pipes up again. “Oh, guess what!” she exclaims, nearly bursting with excitement. Allison turns in rapt attention. “Roderich and I, we’re going to have a baby!”
Matthew rushes out and stuffs a piece of bread in his sister’s mouth, anticipating the oncoming squeal. “Allie, what do you think of Francis’s new bread recipe? I think it’s fantastic. Hello, Elizabeta, hello Roderich. Here are some menus. Allie will take your order when you’re ready, because clearly she doesn’t feel the need to attend to any of the other customers here."
Allison turns a bright shade of puce. “That’s really wonderful, though!” she whispers. “Congratulations! I wish I could have kids. I talked to Iva about it, though, and she says she doesn’t like em. Good luck!”
Elizabeta pouts, scandalized. "Doesn't like kids? Well, okay, I understand that. They can be a major pain, but still."
"It kinda sucks that we're both girls, you know? I mean, if we weren't I could just 'forget' to take my birth control pills..." the two women nod at eachother seriously, while Roderich shifts in his seat uncomfortably.
"Maybe," He ventures cautiously, "it's for the best. I mean, you two remember how violent she was in high school."
There's an uncomfortable silence, before Allison pipes up. "Well, yeah, but she's different now! She wouldn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it, and besides, she said she just didn't like kids. I trust her." She sighs and gets up. "I gotta go greet more customers, but it was so nice to see you again! We should get together and catch up. Congratulations, again!"
Just a Little Insecurity [4/??]
anonymous
March 27 2010, 23:39:54 UTC
Arthur pokes his head out from the back room with a scowl. “Oi, Allison. Phone call.”
She nods and scurries to pick up the phone, waving one last goodbye to the happy couple. “Hello, Hero’s Restaurant, Allison speaking.”
“Ah, yes, Allison. It’s Antonio.” One of Iva’s coworkers. Is she alright?
“Ooh, Tony! Hello. Something wrong?” If Allison doesn’t think too hard, she won’t be able to hear the whimpering in the background.
“No, no! Nothing’s wrong. Iva is a little, ehm, predisposed at the moment…”
“I thought I told you that the money was due today. Vhy do you not have it?”
“I just need a little more-”
“Anyway, she wanted to let you know that she wouldn’t be home for dinner, but that she would be sure to make it up to you, ah, later.”
“Okay, that sounds good!” There’s a high-pitched giggle on the other end of the phone. “Is there a child there?”
“Yeah, we’ve got a dead beat dad over here. Poor bastard tried to sell us his kid, instead of paying us back for his loan. And you know how much Iva loves kids. She wouldn’t stand for something like that.”
“Ah, yes. Vhat do they say in the movies? I am going to make you an offer you can not refuse.”
“No, no-”
“Wait, you said she loves kids?”
“Dios mio! We need him alive, Iva! Sorry, gotta go!”
There’s a click as the phone is hung up. Allison sits, confused and more then a little bit concerned. Iva’s job sounds dangerous! What if someone hurts her? Oh well, Allison could always be the hero. But wait… Hadn’t Iva said that she didn’t like kids? But now Antonio was saying she did?
Allison bites her lip, worried. Maybe… Maybe Iva just didn’t want to raise kids with her. Maybe she thought she was annoying. She did spent a lot of time away, working that mysterious job of hers…
Her lip trembles and she takes a few shuddering breaths. It’s probably nothing. Nothing at all.
When she leaves the restaurant, waving everyone a cheery good night, she decides that a certain someone is in need of questioning.
Lulz I had to make fem!Russia a mafia boss. And of course America is completely oblivious. I hope I didn't make her or Hungary seem too ditzy, by the way! D:
OP is late...!! >//<
anonymous
March 31 2010, 00:10:04 UTC
OMG. OMG. I love you so much for this!!!! I totally love it! fem!Russia as a mafia boss is such a kink of mine.. Imagine her sexy russian self all up in your face telling you to do her bidding. XDDDD
Ohhh and the little bit about them in high school?! SOO CUTE!
Ooooooh! Iva's got some 'splaining to do! ♥
Also, if you don't mind I'm gonna post this up on the hetalia fills since I haven't seen it posted up there yet.
Re: Just a Little Insecurity [4/??]
anonymous
March 31 2010, 00:41:39 UTC
Lesbian!Russia/America?! Oh, you had me at 'hello', anon...
Hmm. I'm wondering about fem!Russia's apparent inconsistent weirdness on the subject of kids. I've got my own very likely utterly wrong theory (she likes them, but knows she's infertile/sterile, so it's a sore subject), but I'm eager to see wherever you go with this. ^^
Re: Just a Little Insecurity [4/??]
anonymous
March 31 2010, 01:44:40 UTC
Aww!!!! They seem so cute! And you made my dreams come true!:D Theory why Iva doesn't want kids: being a mafia boss attracts many enemies and doesn't want to risk it.(Iva probably has Allison followed by guards without her knowledge
Just a Little Insecurity [5/??]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 01:22:47 UTC
It’s burgers for dinner, just as always when Iva isn’t home to cook. The woman is a genius in the kitchen, Allison thinks as she sinks her teeth into the juicy meat. Well, she supposes anyone could be considered a genius compared to her cooking, although she does make some pretty damn delicious burgers.
The gooey, melted cheese (American, the best kind of cheese out there!) drips out from the side of the bun and Allison sighs in pure, contented, burger-eating bliss.
Bliss that is shattered when the little nagging doubts worm their way back into her mind. Allison sighs, putting her prized food down, and ungracefully wipes a smear of ketchup from her lip.
It’s nothing. Really. She shouldn’t care. Besides, everyone tells her that she overreacts to everything. That was why she had hated Iva in high school, and now they couldn’t be happier together! It’s absofuckinglutely nothing.
Maybe she’s uncomfortable with it because they’re both women. Maybe she doesn’t like the whole “sperm donor” thing. Maybe she is too concerned with her job to want to care for children.
Maybe she just doesn’t want to raise a family with Allison because she doesn't-
No. It’s not that.
The dinner is messily finished off, no longer appealing.
Just a Little Insecurity [6/??]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 01:25:18 UTC
It’s already late, and it’s rather lonely in the large apartment (Allison still doesn’t know where Iva got the money for it!) without Iva there, so Allison, with a sigh, showers and tumbles into the soft cushions, hair still wet and smelling of sunflowers.
Hours later, the door clicks open. Allison’s eyes flutter open, but they are rendered useless in the black of the night. She hears faint muttering in fluid, rapid Russian and the clink of coins at the door. There’s another click, and the nearly unintelligible sound of footsteps tiptoeing across the thick carpet. She’s just about to drift back into sleep when the soft sound of water droplets flows out through the bathroom door.
It’s too loud and distracting, and Allison groans, covering her ears with her hands. “Shuddup,” she mumbles, sleep unable to seep back into her body. She sighs and flops down onto the pillow.
The water droplets stop, and the next thing she know, warm arms wrap themselves around her middle and a damp forehead presses into the nape of her neck.
“Are you avake?” Iva whispers into her shoulder, and it sends shudders down her spine.
“Mm.” Allison mumbles, shifting so that they are face to face. She can’t make out Iva’s features in the pitch black, but she has them memorized.
Something pokes her nose and Allison can practically hear the grin in the other’s voice as she murmurs “Good.”
A hand reaches up to cup the swell of her breast and she giggles. “H-hey, what are you doing? I need sleep.”
Soft lips press against her face, all over, and she can’t tell if it’s deliberate or simply because neither of them can see. “I did say I vould have to make skipping dinner up to you, did I not?” A thumb reaches out and strokes the sensitive skin through the lacy nightgown and the other hand reaches underneath the smooth material to massage Allison’s back. She shudders and lets out a moan.
“H-hey, you have some ‘splaining to do,” she manages, wriggling in the other’s grasp.
Iva’s hands increase their movement, feathering soft touches both under and through the silken night dress. “Yes?”
“You, ah, you lied!”
The movements slow, confused. “I… Vhat?”
Allison shivers. “Earlier today. You said that you didn’t like children,” she pokes into the darkness and connects with what she hopes is Iva’s nose. “But then Antonio said you did! And you were doing, well… Something to this guy because he was mistreating his son. So there! You lied.”
Iva’s hands have stopped moving entirely and now sit awkwardly on Allison’s sides. “You… Heard me and... Nevermind, that is not important. But this whole ‘children’ thing is nothing. It does not matter. I just…” A pause. “It’s nothing.”
The pout is visible in Allison’s words. “But it does matter! It totally does! I mean, if you have issues, you can tell me.”
“Allison, stop. Just drop it.”
“Hmph, fine.” She pouts again, and rolls so that her back is facing Iva. “But you’re not getting any till you tell me what’s up.”
There’s a hard edge in Iva’s voice as she spits out “Fine.”
The sheets rustle as Iva rolls over, so the two women are back to back, their stubbornness not allowing for any reconciliation.
Just checking... I was planning on including some smut in a future chapter, but I first wanted to make sure that was okay with OP. ^^;
Just a Little Insecurity [7/??]
anonymous
April 2 2010, 02:33:40 UTC
The morning dawns cool and crisp, and that’s not just the fall air. Allison and Iva share few words as they make their separate breakfasts, their words more formalities then anything else.
Neither allows herself to say what they’re both thinking, that this is honestly a really stupid fight, and that it’s not worth it to be mad.
So they sit, curtly nibbling toast and eggs and yes, she’s eating bacon, thank you, without saying anything.
Finally, after the silence has become unbearable and almost painful, Allison opens her mouth to speak.
“It’s none of your business.” Iva hisses, lavender eyes flecked with ice.
Allison glares and pouts her lips, there’s a simultaneous narrowing of both blue and purple eyes. “I wasn’t going to talk about that, Iva,” she growls, “but now that you mention it, what the hell is up?”
Iva sharply turns her head so that a long curtain of silvery blond hair covers her cheek, hiding her face. “Nothing.”
“But it’s not nothing! I don’t see what you’re getting so upset about.”
“I’m not upset,” Iva spits, then struggles to calm the incessant chanting of “kolkolkol” in her mind. That chanting always leads to trouble, and for once she wishes that Allison would just shut up. “Like I said, it is none of your business. It has nothing to do vith you. Do you understand?”
Allison’s face is a dark shade of puce, flushed with anger that normally would make Iva laugh and wrap her arms around her. Today, it just pissed her off. “No, I don’t understand! And it has everything to do with me, why won’t you just-”
“Nyet!” The chanting in Iva’s head reaches a crescendo, and she can’t help shouting out the word. “I vill not.” She slams her fist on the table, and there’s a crack in the glossy wood as she lifts her hand back up. Her voice takes on a dark, slightly manic edge. “Vhy do you not listen to me?” She takes a step forward, boot shattering a plate that had been knocked off the table. “I have told you, many times, that it is none of your concern. Vhy is this so hard for you to understand?”
“I…”
Iva hisses through clenched teeth. “Do not speak. Do not open your mouth. I do not want to talk about this, yes? So just drop it.”
She’s breathing hard, and there’s the sound of glass crunching under her leather boots.
“I-Iva?” Allison’s voice seems drained of all previous anger. It’s confused, concerned… They lock eyes, and Iva can register fear in their blue depths.
She feels sick. Oh god oh god oh god… Her hand shoots out and she grips the table, knuckles going white with as her arms struggle to hold her trembling legs upright. “Allison… Allie, I-” her breath hitches. “I’m sorry, I did not mean… I did not…”
Cold spreads through her limbs. She thought she was better. That she was no longer a lunatic. That she would never lash out at anyone again. “I’m sorry.” she whispers again, taking a step backward. “I…”
Allison takes a step forward, reaching her hand out. “I-it’s fine, Iva, It’s-”
“Nyet,” Iva whispers, shrinking away from the touch. She almost hurt Allison, the woman she loves and cherishes more then anyone, she could have hurt her. “Nyet, s-stay away. I don’t-” I don’t want to hurt you. “I have to go to vork. Have to, I-I…”
With that, she bolts from the room, feeling tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, ignoring Allison’s desperate “W-wait! Come back!” as she clicks the apartment door behind her.
Just a Little Insecurity [8/??]
anonymous
April 2 2010, 02:39:17 UTC
When the jingling of the restaurant door signals Allison’s arrival a good hour late, Matthew is pretty sure something is wrong. Allison is never on time, oh no, but she is also never more then twenty minutes late, and that’s the latest.
When Allison stumbles into the back room, sniffling pitifully, Matthew knows something is wrong.
“Hey, sis?” he asks, offering her a tissue. “What’s wrong?”
Allison valiantly attempts to wipe her eyes. “N-nothing.” She takes the tissue and dabs it at her running mascara.
Matthew sighs, knowing that heartbroken look all too well. “Did you and Iva get into a fight?” he murmurs, pulling her into a hug and rubbing soothing circles along her spine.
“N-no.” she pouts stubbornly, trying to control her trembling lower lip. “She just went all crazy, then totally freaked out about it. Like, her going crazy is fine, she used to do that all the time, but then she wouldn’t even let me forgive her! She just said she had to go to work and ran out.” She sniffles into her brother’s shirt, and he whispers soothing words to her.
The phone rings, causing them both to jump and squeak in alarm. “I’ll get it,” Allison murmurs, picking up the receiver. “Hello, Hero’s Restaurant. Allison speaking.”
“Ah! Allison! Just la niña I wanted to speak to.”
Allison waves Matthew out, signaling that the call is for her. “Ah! Antonio. W-what’s up? Is Iva alright?”
“Ah, dios mio. That is why I’m calling. Iva has been in a terrible mood all day. Not even her normal work-appropriate rage, she just seems so downcast! We have some people here, the real scum of the earth, and normally she loves, ah, dealing with them, but today she told her sister Nataliya to handle it and we really need these bastards alive…”
“O-oh! Oh dear. That’s-”
“Anyway, I was just wondering if you two had gotten into a fight or something? She usually only acts this irrationally when you two fight.”
Good god, Allison thinks, can everyone tell? “Well, yeah, it’s just… It’s complicated.”
There’s an understanding sort of noise from the other end of the phone. “Well she’s never been this upset before. Are you mad at her?”
“No! No way! I love her, it was just a little misunderstanding…”
“Well in that case, do you think you could head down here and give our wonderful Iva a pep talk? Tell her that you don’t want to fight, or something.”
“Iva doesn’t want to see me. She doesn’t want to speak to me.” Her lip trembles slightly.
“Believe me, Allison Jones, she does. Por favor, pay her a visit? Here, if you change your mind, come down to 42nd street. It’s the ominous looking black warehouse with the neon sign in Russian. Remember: The guard’s mother makes a wonderful meatloaf. Damn, sorry! Need to go. Dammit Nataliya, don’t start with the head...!”
“Wait, what?” But the dial tone is already sounding in her ears.
Allison sighs and rubs her temples with her thumbs. She mechanically gets up, unwilling to visit Iva, and begins her job greeting customers. Finally, after an hour on the job, she spits out a quick excuse to her brother and an indignant Arthur, grabs her coat and walks out into the swirling city winds.
She will make things right with Iva.
I won't be able to update till sunday/monday. D= Sorry! Irl shiz.
Re: Just a Little Insecurity [8/??]
anonymous
April 2 2010, 05:43:52 UTC
OP again! MFG.. Oh dearest author!anon. I wouldn't have requested lesbian!Russia/America if I didn't WANT le smut non? I'm all up for it! Hellz yea! :D
D'aw. I love Iva. ♥ I need to know what happened to make her psycho! D: And awww Allie is just trying to make her see it's okay. Oh gosh, author!anon! You kill me.. D:
AND ANTONIO. TONY, TONY, TONY. <33 He's only had a few lines and I love him already... XD
Ohhh noo, I getcha. I myself have been working on several fills and generally just being, idk, alive! Thankfully we're on springbreak and such. Hope it gets better for you a!anon! :) And thanks again for this wonderfull fill!
Re: Just a Little Insecurity [8/??]
anonymous
April 2 2010, 13:28:31 UTC
Oblivious!America is fun!
but today she told her sister Nataliya to handle it and we really need these bastards alive…” For some reason, this is hysterically funny.
Somehow, I doubt Iva will be happy with Antonio after this. I wonder if he knows Allison doesn't know anything? Because Antonio seems to gentle things down but then asks her to come to the place they are working at.
Oh, and three cheers for smut! There isn't enough lady on lady in this kink meme.
“You’re late.” He growls, tapping one foot on the floor. “I needed to set nearly all of the tables because you weren’t here.”
Allison pouts, all wide eyes and plump lips, making it impossible to stay mad. “What? Can’t a woman have a romantic breakfast with her lovely girlfriend in these harsh times?” She sighs. “Honestly, Matthew. If you would spend more time with your Yekaterina, you wouldn’t be complaining.”
Matthew chuckles. “It’s odd to think you two hated eachother once, eh?”
Allison giggles and kisses his cheek. Still humming her sweet little tune, she twirls into the back room.
“Oi, why are you late?” Someone snaps at her, adjusting his chic greeter’s outfit. “And why the bloody hell do I need to wear this? What was wrong with my old outfit?”
The man yelps in surprise as a strong arm winds its way around his waist. “Because, mon cheri Arthur, we want to attract people to this fine establishment, not repel them.”
“You frog. Release me at once!”
The sound of squabbling is so refreshingly normal and Allison giggles as Chef Bonnefoy attempts to remove the poor Englishman’s clothes.
Matthew groans and leans his body against the doorframe. “Relax, all of you, we open up in five minutes. Arthur, stop grumbling and get ready to greet some customers. Allie, go rouse the wait staff. Francis, put some clothes on. We can’t have you getting arrested again.”
“Mon dieu, that was only one time!”
The door jangles as someone enters the restaurant and they day begins. Soon, the scents of soup and melted cheeses drift through the air.
Arthur gets in an argument with a customer again and Matthew needs to step in to prevent a fistfight. He apologizes profusely to the customer and sends Arthur to the back.
“Allie, you take over at the front.” He sighs.
She nods dutifully and takes her position by the door. She zones out, letting her mind wander to daring car chases and rescuing damsels in distress (damsels named Iva, she thinks with a giggle). The restaurant is wonderful, but it’s so boring. She wishes she had Iva’s job, although Iva never talks about it. From what Allison can tell, her job is very exciting and very shady. But at least it’s interesting! She wishes she could join, but the last time she mentioned it, Iva had gone an unnatural shade of green and quickly changed the subject.
It hadn’t been brought up again.
“Allison Jones, is that you?!” A loud, girlish voice jolts her out of her reverie. She blinks her eyes and finds herself staring at a pretty, heart-shaped face, framed by long brown twists of hair.
“Liza? Elizabeta? Oh my god, how long has it been?” The two of them squeal and hug, both babbling about how it has been too long and oh my god, how are you?
Allison notices the glittering gold ring on her finger and squeals again. Loudly.
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“Here. I’ll get you a table.” She links arms with her friend and leads her to an empty booth. “Oh my God, is it Roderich? Oh, I knew you two were meant to be! Where is he, is he here?”
Elizabeta nods emphatically. “He’s just finding a parking space. It’s a crowded area. How have you been? I honestly had no clue you were in the city! How silly is that? Are you seeing anyone? Are they cute? Do I know them?”
Allison blushes, looking down. “I’ve been wonderful! And, well, I am seeing someone! And you do know them, it’s just, well…” She bites her lip, face red. “So, remember how me and Iva Braginsky totally hated each other in high school? Because she was kind of insane? Well, she’s totally normal now, and we met up about two years ago, and, well… We hit it off!”
Elizabeta’s eyes widen in shock and slight disbelief. “So, you mean all of those near-violent confrontations and cold words were all just unresolved sexual tension?”
They both giggle. “Well, yeah! I guess…”
The door jingles again and Elizabeta waves over to the man. “Hey, sweetie, do you remember Allison Jones?"
The man nods, smiling slightly. “You would be very hard not to remember, with all of the trouble you caused.”
She blushes, and Elizabeta pipes up again. “Oh, guess what!” she exclaims, nearly bursting with excitement. Allison turns in rapt attention. “Roderich and I, we’re going to have a baby!”
Matthew rushes out and stuffs a piece of bread in his sister’s mouth, anticipating the oncoming squeal. “Allie, what do you think of Francis’s new bread recipe? I think it’s fantastic. Hello, Elizabeta, hello Roderich. Here are some menus. Allie will take your order when you’re ready, because clearly she doesn’t feel the need to attend to any of the other customers here."
Allison turns a bright shade of puce. “That’s really wonderful, though!” she whispers. “Congratulations! I wish I could have kids. I talked to Iva about it, though, and she says she doesn’t like em. Good luck!”
Elizabeta pouts, scandalized. "Doesn't like kids? Well, okay, I understand that. They can be a major pain, but still."
"It kinda sucks that we're both girls, you know? I mean, if we weren't I could just 'forget' to take my birth control pills..." the two women nod at eachother seriously, while Roderich shifts in his seat uncomfortably.
"Maybe," He ventures cautiously, "it's for the best. I mean, you two remember how violent she was in high school."
There's an uncomfortable silence, before Allison pipes up. "Well, yeah, but she's different now! She wouldn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it, and besides, she said she just didn't like kids. I trust her." She sighs and gets up. "I gotta go greet more customers, but it was so nice to see you again! We should get together and catch up. Congratulations, again!"
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She nods and scurries to pick up the phone, waving one last goodbye to the happy couple. “Hello, Hero’s Restaurant, Allison speaking.”
“Ah, yes, Allison. It’s Antonio.” One of Iva’s coworkers. Is she alright?
“Ooh, Tony! Hello. Something wrong?” If Allison doesn’t think too hard, she won’t be able to hear the whimpering in the background.
“No, no! Nothing’s wrong. Iva is a little, ehm, predisposed at the moment…”
“I thought I told you that the money was due today. Vhy do you not have it?”
“I just need a little more-”
“Anyway, she wanted to let you know that she wouldn’t be home for dinner, but that she would be sure to make it up to you, ah, later.”
“Okay, that sounds good!” There’s a high-pitched giggle on the other end of the phone. “Is there a child there?”
“Yeah, we’ve got a dead beat dad over here. Poor bastard tried to sell us his kid, instead of paying us back for his loan. And you know how much Iva loves kids. She wouldn’t stand for something like that.”
“Ah, yes. Vhat do they say in the movies? I am going to make you an offer you can not refuse.”
“No, no-”
“Wait, you said she loves kids?”
“Dios mio! We need him alive, Iva! Sorry, gotta go!”
There’s a click as the phone is hung up. Allison sits, confused and more then a little bit concerned. Iva’s job sounds dangerous! What if someone hurts her? Oh well, Allison could always be the hero. But wait… Hadn’t Iva said that she didn’t like kids? But now Antonio was saying she did?
Allison bites her lip, worried. Maybe… Maybe Iva just didn’t want to raise kids with her. Maybe she thought she was annoying. She did spent a lot of time away, working that mysterious job of hers…
Her lip trembles and she takes a few shuddering breaths. It’s probably nothing. Nothing at all.
When she leaves the restaurant, waving everyone a cheery good night, she decides that a certain someone is in need of questioning.
Lulz I had to make fem!Russia a mafia boss. And of course America is completely oblivious. I hope I didn't make her or Hungary seem too ditzy, by the way! D:
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fem!Russia as a mafia boss is such a kink of mine.. Imagine her sexy russian self all up in your face telling you to do her bidding.
XDDDD
Ohhh and the little bit about them in high school?! SOO CUTE!
Ooooooh! Iva's got some 'splaining to do!
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Also, if you don't mind I'm gonna post this up on the hetalia fills since I haven't seen it posted up there yet.
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Hmm. I'm wondering about fem!Russia's apparent inconsistent weirdness on the subject of kids. I've got my own very likely utterly wrong theory (she likes them, but knows she's infertile/sterile, so it's a sore subject), but I'm eager to see wherever you go with this. ^^
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And you made my dreams come true!:D
Theory why Iva doesn't want kids: being a mafia boss attracts many enemies and doesn't want to risk it.(Iva probably has Allison followed by guards without her knowledge
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The gooey, melted cheese (American, the best kind of cheese out there!) drips out from the side of the bun and Allison sighs in pure, contented, burger-eating bliss.
Bliss that is shattered when the little nagging doubts worm their way back into her mind. Allison sighs, putting her prized food down, and ungracefully wipes a smear of ketchup from her lip.
It’s nothing. Really. She shouldn’t care. Besides, everyone tells her that she overreacts to everything. That was why she had hated Iva in high school, and now they couldn’t be happier together! It’s absofuckinglutely nothing.
Maybe she’s uncomfortable with it because they’re both women. Maybe she doesn’t like the whole “sperm donor” thing. Maybe she is too concerned with her job to want to care for children.
Maybe she just doesn’t want to raise a family with Allison because she doesn't-
No. It’s not that.
The dinner is messily finished off, no longer appealing.
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Hours later, the door clicks open. Allison’s eyes flutter open, but they are rendered useless in the black of the night. She hears faint muttering in fluid, rapid Russian and the clink of coins at the door. There’s another click, and the nearly unintelligible sound of footsteps tiptoeing across the thick carpet. She’s just about to drift back into sleep when the soft sound of water droplets flows out through the bathroom door.
It’s too loud and distracting, and Allison groans, covering her ears with her hands. “Shuddup,” she mumbles, sleep unable to seep back into her body. She sighs and flops down onto the pillow.
The water droplets stop, and the next thing she know, warm arms wrap themselves around her middle and a damp forehead presses into the nape of her neck.
“Are you avake?” Iva whispers into her shoulder, and it sends shudders down her spine.
“Mm.” Allison mumbles, shifting so that they are face to face. She can’t make out Iva’s features in the pitch black, but she has them memorized.
Something pokes her nose and Allison can practically hear the grin in the other’s voice as she murmurs “Good.”
A hand reaches up to cup the swell of her breast and she giggles. “H-hey, what are you doing? I need sleep.”
Soft lips press against her face, all over, and she can’t tell if it’s deliberate or simply because neither of them can see. “I did say I vould have to make skipping dinner up to you, did I not?” A thumb reaches out and strokes the sensitive skin through the lacy nightgown and the other hand reaches underneath the smooth material to massage Allison’s back. She shudders and lets out a moan.
“H-hey, you have some ‘splaining to do,” she manages, wriggling in the other’s grasp.
Iva’s hands increase their movement, feathering soft touches both under and through the silken night dress. “Yes?”
“You, ah, you lied!”
The movements slow, confused. “I… Vhat?”
Allison shivers. “Earlier today. You said that you didn’t like children,” she pokes into the darkness and connects with what she hopes is Iva’s nose. “But then Antonio said you did! And you were doing, well… Something to this guy because he was mistreating his son. So there! You lied.”
Iva’s hands have stopped moving entirely and now sit awkwardly on Allison’s sides. “You… Heard me and... Nevermind, that is not important. But this whole ‘children’ thing is nothing. It does not matter. I just…” A pause. “It’s nothing.”
The pout is visible in Allison’s words. “But it does matter! It totally does! I mean, if you have issues, you can tell me.”
“Allison, stop. Just drop it.”
“Hmph, fine.” She pouts again, and rolls so that her back is facing Iva. “But you’re not getting any till you tell me what’s up.”
There’s a hard edge in Iva’s voice as she spits out “Fine.”
The sheets rustle as Iva rolls over, so the two women are back to back, their stubbornness not allowing for any reconciliation.
Just checking... I was planning on including some smut in a future chapter, but I first wanted to make sure that was okay with OP. ^^;
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Neither allows herself to say what they’re both thinking, that this is honestly a really stupid fight, and that it’s not worth it to be mad.
So they sit, curtly nibbling toast and eggs and yes, she’s eating bacon, thank you, without saying anything.
Finally, after the silence has become unbearable and almost painful, Allison opens her mouth to speak.
“It’s none of your business.” Iva hisses, lavender eyes flecked with ice.
Allison glares and pouts her lips, there’s a simultaneous narrowing of both blue and purple eyes. “I wasn’t going to talk about that, Iva,” she growls, “but now that you mention it, what the hell is up?”
Iva sharply turns her head so that a long curtain of silvery blond hair covers her cheek, hiding her face. “Nothing.”
“But it’s not nothing! I don’t see what you’re getting so upset about.”
“I’m not upset,” Iva spits, then struggles to calm the incessant chanting of “kolkolkol” in her mind. That chanting always leads to trouble, and for once she wishes that Allison would just shut up. “Like I said, it is none of your business. It has nothing to do vith you. Do you understand?”
Allison’s face is a dark shade of puce, flushed with anger that normally would make Iva laugh and wrap her arms around her. Today, it just pissed her off. “No, I don’t understand! And it has everything to do with me, why won’t you just-”
“Nyet!” The chanting in Iva’s head reaches a crescendo, and she can’t help shouting out the word. “I vill not.” She slams her fist on the table, and there’s a crack in the glossy wood as she lifts her hand back up. Her voice takes on a dark, slightly manic edge. “Vhy do you not listen to me?” She takes a step forward, boot shattering a plate that had been knocked off the table. “I have told you, many times, that it is none of your concern. Vhy is this so hard for you to understand?”
“I…”
Iva hisses through clenched teeth. “Do not speak. Do not open your mouth. I do not want to talk about this, yes? So just drop it.”
She’s breathing hard, and there’s the sound of glass crunching under her leather boots.
“I-Iva?” Allison’s voice seems drained of all previous anger. It’s confused, concerned… They lock eyes, and Iva can register fear in their blue depths.
She feels sick. Oh god oh god oh god… Her hand shoots out and she grips the table, knuckles going white with as her arms struggle to hold her trembling legs upright. “Allison… Allie, I-” her breath hitches. “I’m sorry, I did not mean… I did not…”
Cold spreads through her limbs. She thought she was better. That she was no longer a lunatic. That she would never lash out at anyone again. “I’m sorry.” she whispers again, taking a step backward. “I…”
Allison takes a step forward, reaching her hand out. “I-it’s fine, Iva, It’s-”
“Nyet,” Iva whispers, shrinking away from the touch. She almost hurt Allison, the woman she loves and cherishes more then anyone, she could have hurt her. “Nyet, s-stay away. I don’t-” I don’t want to hurt you. “I have to go to vork. Have to, I-I…”
With that, she bolts from the room, feeling tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, ignoring Allison’s desperate “W-wait! Come back!” as she clicks the apartment door behind her.
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When Allison stumbles into the back room, sniffling pitifully, Matthew knows something is wrong.
“Hey, sis?” he asks, offering her a tissue. “What’s wrong?”
Allison valiantly attempts to wipe her eyes. “N-nothing.” She takes the tissue and dabs it at her running mascara.
Matthew sighs, knowing that heartbroken look all too well. “Did you and Iva get into a fight?” he murmurs, pulling her into a hug and rubbing soothing circles along her spine.
“N-no.” she pouts stubbornly, trying to control her trembling lower lip. “She just went all crazy, then totally freaked out about it. Like, her going crazy is fine, she used to do that all the time, but then she wouldn’t even let me forgive her! She just said she had to go to work and ran out.” She sniffles into her brother’s shirt, and he whispers soothing words to her.
The phone rings, causing them both to jump and squeak in alarm. “I’ll get it,” Allison murmurs, picking up the receiver. “Hello, Hero’s Restaurant. Allison speaking.”
“Ah! Allison! Just la niña I wanted to speak to.”
Allison waves Matthew out, signaling that the call is for her. “Ah! Antonio. W-what’s up? Is Iva alright?”
“Ah, dios mio. That is why I’m calling. Iva has been in a terrible mood all day. Not even her normal work-appropriate rage, she just seems so downcast! We have some people here, the real scum of the earth, and normally she loves, ah, dealing with them, but today she told her sister Nataliya to handle it and we really need these bastards alive…”
“O-oh! Oh dear. That’s-”
“Anyway, I was just wondering if you two had gotten into a fight or something? She usually only acts this irrationally when you two fight.”
Good god, Allison thinks, can everyone tell? “Well, yeah, it’s just… It’s complicated.”
There’s an understanding sort of noise from the other end of the phone. “Well she’s never been this upset before. Are you mad at her?”
“No! No way! I love her, it was just a little misunderstanding…”
“Well in that case, do you think you could head down here and give our wonderful Iva a pep talk? Tell her that you don’t want to fight, or something.”
“Iva doesn’t want to see me. She doesn’t want to speak to me.” Her lip trembles slightly.
“Believe me, Allison Jones, she does. Por favor, pay her a visit? Here, if you change your mind, come down to 42nd street. It’s the ominous looking black warehouse with the neon sign in Russian. Remember: The guard’s mother makes a wonderful meatloaf. Damn, sorry! Need to go. Dammit Nataliya, don’t start with the head...!”
“Wait, what?” But the dial tone is already sounding in her ears.
Allison sighs and rubs her temples with her thumbs. She mechanically gets up, unwilling to visit Iva, and begins her job greeting customers. Finally, after an hour on the job, she spits out a quick excuse to her brother and an indignant Arthur, grabs her coat and walks out into the swirling city winds.
She will make things right with Iva.
I won't be able to update till sunday/monday. D= Sorry! Irl shiz.
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D'aw. I love Iva. ♥ I need to know what happened to make her psycho! D: And awww Allie is just trying to make her see it's okay. Oh gosh, author!anon! You kill me.. D:
AND ANTONIO. TONY, TONY, TONY. <33
He's only had a few lines and I love him already... XD
Ohhh noo, I getcha. I myself have been working on several fills and generally just being, idk, alive! Thankfully we're on springbreak and such. Hope it gets better for you a!anon! :)
And thanks again for this wonderfull fill!
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but today she told her sister Nataliya to handle it and we really need these bastards alive…”
For some reason, this is hysterically funny.
Somehow, I doubt Iva will be happy with Antonio after this. I wonder if he knows Allison doesn't know anything? Because Antonio seems to gentle things down but then asks her to come to the place they are working at.
Oh, and three cheers for smut! There isn't enough lady on lady in this kink meme.
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It’s the ominous looking black warehouse with the neon sign in Russian.
I LOL'd, because that's five excellent reasons not to go thereXD
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