Hetalia kink meme part 23
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part 23
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Alfred scowled as they drove down an old country road. True Directions was really far away. The hills rolled by Alfred’s window. He slumped back in the car seat. His mother leaned back and offered him a cookie. Alfred shook his head. The chocolate chip cookie would just taste like betrayal.
Finally, after like what seemed like a hundred hours they were there. Alfred recoiled in horror when he caught sight of the fence.
“Really? You’re sending me here to make me less gay. Mom, the whole place is pink.”
Sure enough, the True Directions house was a lovely old Victorian home, complete with scorching pink accents. There wasn’t a stitch of blue to be found. Besides, the base color was light, inoffensive lavender with a darker periwinkle trim. The pink just clashed with everything. It was awful.
“Alfred, this is the closest, most effective, and most humane place we could find,” his mom snapped. “Besides, this started as a camp for girls.”
Alfred’s dad harumped his agreement.
“This is so lame,” Alfred muttered. He crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn’t even gay! He was missing the big playoff game! Maddie refused to sneak on the bus so he didn’t even have anybody to update him on the score. Without him they were probably losing!
“Oh, Ted, look at the sign,” Mom said. “It’s so cute. Maybe we can get a picture of all us with it. You know, for the Christmas card.”
Alfred sputtered. She’d post it on Facebook too! He had to stop her! It’d ruin his brilliant plan.
He’d made a post about how his parents were dragging him off to bible camp and possibly missionary school last night and someone needed to come kidnap him immediately.
No one had responded.
Fortunately, Alfred’s dad didn’t seem too thrilled about the potential photo-op.
“Jackie, this isn’t the sort of thing I want broadcasted about.” Alfred could see his deep scowl in the rearview mirror.
“But Ted-”
“Jackie, no. This isn’t the sort of thing I want all our friends to know about. My mother sees that Christmas card, my mother. It would shock her, you know how much she loves Alfred.” Alfred’s dad turned into the gravel drive. “And we’re certainly not going to take one for a photo album. Martha will ask questions. Or it’ll wind up on the internet-on that stupid website. MyFace or whatever.”
Alfred’s mom sighed. “Well, what about in front of the building?”
“No, no, no,” Alfred’s father said. “We can’t. Besides, then your mother would see it and you know how much she loved your brother. Insisting we name Alfred after him.”
Sighing, Alfred tuned out their conversation. He didn’t know why his dad was still sore about Gramma Birdie wanting Alfred named after Uncle Fitzgerald.
“What’s wrong with my brother?” Mom demanded as the car stopped.
Dad killed the engine. “He died of AIDS Jackie. He was gay and then he died of AIDS.” Dad looked at Alfred and sighed.
Alfred squirmed. He leaned back and tried to become one with the leather seat. He wanted to tell his dad that he wasn’t going to die of AIDS because he knew what condoms were and how to use them effective-as least in theory. He’d never actually had cause to use one. (Alfred also suspected that his uncle hadn’t actually been gay and it was a blood transfusion that did him in.)
“Oh Ted,” Mom said, reaching over and stroking Dad’s cheek. Making a face, Alfred turned away. It was gross watching his parents be so affectionate. “Alfred’s not going to die like my brother.” She turned to Alfred and smiled at him. “He’s going to get better.”
Alfred felt sink to his stomach. Clearly his parents had gone completely insane.
“Aren’t you Alfred?” Mom peered at him.
“No! Because I’m not sick with anything! I told you, I’m not gay!” Alfred glared at his parents. Why didn’t they understand this? Senior year was important! He couldn’t miss like half the school year because his parents were crazy!
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Alfred flopped back. If they wanted to abandon him at this camp, then they were going to have to drag him out. Alfred wasn’t leaving the car unless it was on fire.
“Alfred, come on sweetie. We have to go get you settled in.”
Alfred ignored his mom’s voice. He just stared straight ahead. He thought about bolting. The land was flat and empty out here. No other houses around for miles. But all he had were his phone, wallet, and five dollars in crumpled ones.
“Alfred Jones, get out of the car this instant!” His dad rapped on the window. Alfred ignored him.
“Alfred, honey.”
Alfred cringed at his mom’s overly sweet voice.
“We pay your phone plan and I know you have your phone with you.”
He gulped. Fuck. That was the only line to the outside world he had! They couldn’t take that away from him.
“Jackie, you’re not supposed to negotiate with him!”
“Alfred, if you want us to continue paying your phone bill, you will get out of this car immediately.”
After briefly considering his options, Alfred slowly got out of the car. He scowled up at his mom. She could always make him do whatever she wanted and it wasn’t fair. Mom just smiled at him and reached into her purse. She handed him his phone charger.
“You’ll probably want this,” she said, with a smile.
“Thanks,” Alfred muttered, staring at his feet.
“Now, come on, we have to go meet Ludwig,” Mom said, taking his arm. She strode easily across the gravel despite her spindly heels. Alfred’s dad trudged along slightly behind them.
A door in the hideous house opened. Alfred’s jaw dropped. He’d never seen a more beautiful looking suit. Deep royal blue, the doubled breasted suit strained to cover the man’s broad chest. As he stepped down the brick steps, the dark smoky grey trousers stretched across his muscular thighs. Thin strips of light blue caught Alfred’s eyes. He stared at the inseam critically. The stripes met. This was the perfect suit ensemble.
The shirt was bright white, with a crisp, starched, perfectly folded collar. The tie was of the same blue that ran through the trouser. His shoes-oxfords!-were dark grey, not black.
The man, he had to be Ludwig, was dressed perfectly. He was also extremely tall. He patted his slicked back blonde hair, seeming almost nervous. Alfred met his eyes and realized that his eyes matched his suit jacket perfectly.
He wanted-no he needed-to look as good as that man.
Then he noticed the woman walking towards him. All fine lines and bouncing curves, she made comic book artists look like they could draw female anatomy correctly. Alfred had never seen a girl pose and strut like that outside of pin ups or his Avengers comic books or fashion shows.
She looked like Ms. Marvel or Spider Woman, maybe even Poison Ivy. Her large breasts rode high on her chest, with plenty room between. (Alfred believed this was the work of a bra.) Her waist was wasp-narrow and her hips were wide and curvy.
Alfred had no idea what she did. Her sheer fluttery scarf, tight pencil skirt, and tighter blouse didn’t look comfortable for anything put posing prettily. OR, Alfred thought, she was totally a super heroine in disguise.
Though, he noticed. Everything she was wearing was some shade of breast-cancer pink. Still, she could be something like Komen Woman. Maybe.
As the couple approached, Alfred decided that the woman had to be a super. There was now other explanation for how she glided across the gravel in her high heels. Even his mom didn’t wear heels that high (besides, Alfred was almost certain that his mom was a witch and a mind reader).
“Welcome, welcome.”
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“Ah, Alfred so nice to meet you,” Ludwig said. Alfred stared and was presented with a hand. He stared at it. His dad grunted and Alfred started, reached forward, and shook Ludwig’s enormous hand.
“Err, yeah.” Nice wasn’t the word Alfred would have used. Still, he eyed Ludwig’s expertly tailored suit. His mom wouldn’t let him have anything tailored, even though tailoring always made everything a thousand times better. He waited for Ludwig to shake his hand but the man didn’t move.
“I’m Jackie, and this is my husband Ted,” Mom said. She held out her hand. Ludwig shook her hand easily. His dad just nodded at Ludwig.
“Well, this is my assistant and the camp chef, Marianne.” Ludwig gestured to the comic book woman.
“Alfred, how do you do?” Marianne purred in a low, throaty voice. Her breasts looked extremely unnatural. Alfred shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t want to be left here. Especially not if that’s how all the girls had to dress.
“Err, fine I guess.” Alfred looked pleadingly at his parents. This place was insane. All the women dressed like Professor Umbridge. That was a really bad sign.
“Well, it looks like we caught you just in time.” Ludwig raked his eyes over Alfred’s body. “You look about seventeen.”
“Yes!” Mom ruffled Alfred’s hair and hugged Alfred. “He’s a bit young for his year, summer birthday and all. But he’s a senior.”
“Oh, almost lost you to college.”
Alfred glared. He hadn’t even started his applications. He was hardly lost.
“You know it’s so much harder once they’ve been through all that liberal arts indoctrination.”
Alfred really felt he wasn’t in danger of any of that. His top choice was MIT-a school not particularly known for its liberal arts focus.
“But we’ve saved a few. Though it is really for the best that you caught it before it could become normalized, that’s the main thing. After that it’s so hard,” Ludwig said. Mom and Dad stared at Ludwig like he was their savoir. “I’ll take him from here.”
Mom hugged Alfred, her nails pressing into his back. “Oh sweetie, this is going to be so good for you.” She pulled back. “Now, you have fun and don’t get into too much trouble.”
Dad just nodded. “Yes. You’re a good kid Al, just a bit confused. But that’s okay. This is for the best.” He gave a gruff nod and walked off toward the car.
“Oh! Ted, you still have Alfred’s bags, honey,” Mom called after him. Dad stopped and looked down.
“Right you are.” He set the bags down by Alfred. “You’ll need these. And don’t worry, we’ll be in touch.”
Silently, Alfred watched them go. Alfred’s lip trembled as he watched them go. They really were just going to leave him here. His heart sunk. Sniffing, he wiped his nose. Great. Now he was allergic to something that grew around here.
“Well, come along Alfred, we need to get you adjusted.”
Alfred turned to look at Ludwig, standing there incredibly professional in his beautiful suit. He picked up his bags and followed Ludwig into the big house.
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I was saving this for Christmas but then I got impatient.
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Merry Early Christmas (and whatever other winter holidays you celebrate)
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Happy Yule, everybody! XD
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Merry Yule, everyone! XD
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