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[Fanfiction] Project Pandora's Box (13/30)
And here's the next, exciting installment! :D DUDE! WE'RE GETTING CLOSER TO THE CONFESSION! And I'm almost halfway done with this fic~! :O
Title: Project Pandora's Box (13/30)
Series: Hetalia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Warnings: Language, violence, AU, boy love, POV shifts
Pairings: US x UK (primary), France x Canada, Germany x Italy (implied, for the most part), JapanxChina (also implied), mentions of past RussiAmerica
Summary: Alfred has been sleeping for a week and Ivan has returned to Russia. When the young American’s father forces Alfred and his agents to visit, the agents learn a little more about the American’s past. None of them are expecting it, except for Matthew.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/93422.html
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/95507.html
Chapter 3: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/98146.html
Chapter 4: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/99866.html
Chapter 5: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/102179.html
Chapter 6: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/103131.html
Chapter 7: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/105069.html
Chapter 8: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/112044.html
Chapter 9: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/114213.html
Chapter 10: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/115112.html
Chapter 11: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/118221.html
Chapter 12: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/118658.html
~*~*~*
Episode 13: Meet the Father (Part 1)
~*~*~*
Alfred had been asleep for a week. Yao, the new lab assistant, had told them that it was normal, considering what the blond American had been through. Still, that hadn’t stopped the three agents from worrying, even as they worked on some cases while Alfred was out of commission.
When the American finally woke up, the team was immensely relieved. The relief was short-lived when Veneziano received a phone call about an hour after Alfred’s awakening.
“Um, Alfred?” the Italian said tentatively, only poking his head through the door of Alfred’s office. All four of the agents were in the office, which was good. It would save time to explain things to them. Veneziano winced when Alfred motioned for him to continue. “Let me just say that we tried very hard to prevent this! Not even Ludwig and Romano could say anything to stop him! We’re very sorry, Alfred!”
“Ven,” Alfred replied slowly, cutting through the distraught rant, “What’s wrong?”
Veneziano hesitated for a long moment. He was on the verge of tears, they could all see that.
“…I’m sorry,” the brunet started and hesitated before moving on, “Your father is forcing your mother to visit him, and he wants you and Matthew to visit, too.”
The Jones twins just stared at him for a long moment. Alfred stood up, his eyes and body language unreadable.
“Pack your bags, agents, we’re heading to Las Vegas,” Alfred told them, no hint of emotion in his voice. That shocked the others in the room, but he ignored them and left the office without another word.
***
The young American had been unusually silent on the flight to Las Vegas, Nevada. It wasn’t a long flight, granted, but it seemed longer than normal. Arthur had noticed that Matthew never left his older brother’s side. Every now and then, the young Canadian would talk to Alfred in a soft whisper, but the American said nothing.
More than ever, Arthur desperately wished that he was able to read Alfred’s mind. For some odd reason, he wanted to know what was bothering the normally cheerful American, and possibly comfort him.
The blond Briton wasn’t sure he wanted to meet the father. Not if it got such a reaction out of Alfred.
Arthur hoped that they wouldn’t stay long in Vegas.
***
For some reason, the blond Briton was expecting a rundown apartment as Alfred’s father’s house. Screw that thought out of the window. It was a freaking mansion with its own casino next door.
Alfred and Matthew tensed.
“I see the house hasn’t changed one bit,” the young Canadian commented tonelessly. Francis and Arthur glanced at each other. This wasn’t boding well. Just what was it about their father that would make them react like that?
The four walked across the walkway toward the huge, maple-wood doors. When they got there, Alfred rang to doorbell. A young maid (who looked oddly familiar to Arthur) answered the door and the twins gave her friendly smiles (or grin, in Alfred’s case).
“You must be Alfred and Matthew. Please, come in! Same with your…friends!” she was obviously thinking that Arthur and Francis weren’t their friends. The Frenchman didn’t seem to mind that, but the blond Briton wasn’t sure what to think about that.
Still, the four agents were led to the living room. Everything in the room was an outright flaunting of wealth. Arthur glanced to his left, seeing a picture that had caught his eye. He got closer to it and saw that it was a family photo, probably from when the twins were only seven or eight years old. What was interesting was that the mother had both kids in front of her, away from the father.
“Alfred! Matthew! So good to see you again!” a baritone voice boomed. The four men turned and saw a man about Alfred’s height. He was of Native American descent, although his skin was a tad lighter than the norm. His straight, raven-black hair was tied in a low ponytail and his cold, brown eyes did not match his smile. Somehow, Arthur and Francis were having a hard time believing that he was related to the twins.
There was a woman beside him and she looked more like the twins than the father. Her long, beautiful blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. The bangs framed her heart-shaped face perfectly and her eyes were a kind, intense sky-blue. Arthur could see where most of the genes came from. She was most certainly beautiful, as were her children (although Arthur would choke on his words and die than admit such a thing out loud). The mother smiled at them and the blond Briton could see that she had the same breathtaking smile as Alfred.
“Hello. You must be Arthur and Francis. Matthew told me about you two. I’m Adele,” she told them, still smiling. Arthur immediately liked her and the two agents greeted her warmly.
“And I am Akando,” the father added, nodding to Francis and Arthur. They greeted him politely. There was just something about that man that struck Arthur as…wrong. The blond Briton was just going to have to keep an eye on Akando. Francis appeared to have the same idea (Arthur took a peek into the Frenchman’s thoughts).
Akando and Adele led the four into the kitchen, since they had arrived at the same time dinner was ready (talk about lucky). Dinner was pleasant, although the conversation was tense. Despite the polite smiles the family gave each other, there was tension between the father and the other three.
After dinner, the four were led to their rooms. Much to Alfred’s chagrin, Francis and Matthew were roomed together on one end of the guest wing while Arthur and Alfred were roomed at the other end. The four bid the parents good-night and retired to their bedrooms.
***
Once again, there was only one bed in the room. Arthur and Alfred stared at it as though it was going to bite them. They glanced at each other and the blond Briton sighed. It looked like there was no choice but for the two of them to share the…bed.
The two were silent as they prepared for bed. Arthur wanted to break the silence, mainly because it was getting awkward. That was when he noticed that Alfred was hesitating to take off his shirt. Arthur resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“Alfred,” said man glanced up at him, “Something the matter?”
He hesitated, which immediately set off warning bells in Arthur’s mind. Something was wrong. Alfred almost never hesitated to say something. There was also a pained look in his normally cheerful eyes, and Arthur didn’t like that. For some reason, he hated to see such pain in Alfred’s eyes and expression. An odd desire to comfort him almost overtook Arthur.
“Alfred. Tell me what’s wrong,” Arthur told him softly. Alfred hesitated again. The blond Briton felt his heart pang with hurt. Did he not trust Arthur? “Do you not trust me?”
That seemed to have struck home.
“Of course I trust you, Arthur!” the blond American replied instantly. Alfred sighed sadly and started to unbutton his shirt.
***
BONUS SHORT (This is when Ivan is leaving to board his plane to Russia after the case in Vermont)
“Thanks for coming. We never would have finally solved that case without you,” Alfred told the Russian pleasantly. Ivan smiled as innocently as ever. It was good to see the young American, really. He had missed the blond’s sunny personality.
“You know my number. If you need me, call and I will come,” Ivan replied, causing the slightly shorter man to blush a little. Yes, the feelings were still there, but Alfred was also developing something special between the blond Briton and him. Ivan saw that. He admitted that he was a little jealous, but he also felt that Arthur would be a good choice for Alfred. If not, well, Ivan was going to have to do something drastic.
Still…the Briton was in denial. Why not have some fun while he was still there? Ivan smiled pleasantly, leaned down and kissed Alfred. It was chaste, but it left the young American dazed. That was a good thing, especially with what he was about to do next.
“It was nice to finally meet you, Matthew,” Ivan said before kissing the Canadian just as chastely. He then straightened himself and smiled innocently. “прощальный!”
The Russian then ran to catch his plane, leaving behind a dazed Alfred and Matthew, a fuming Arthur, and a Francis who refused to let go of the young Canadian. Ivan smirked. All according to the “matchmaking” plan.
A/N: Time for name translations/origins!
Adele: Female German name, means “noble, kind.”
Akando: Male Native American name, means “ambush.”
Oh, and Ivan said farewell in Russian.
X-posted to hetalia
Title: Project Pandora's Box (13/30)
Series: Hetalia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Warnings: Language, violence, AU, boy love, POV shifts
Pairings: US x UK (primary), France x Canada, Germany x Italy (implied, for the most part), JapanxChina (also implied), mentions of past RussiAmerica
Summary: Alfred has been sleeping for a week and Ivan has returned to Russia. When the young American’s father forces Alfred and his agents to visit, the agents learn a little more about the American’s past. None of them are expecting it, except for Matthew.
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/93422.html
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/95507.html
Chapter 3: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/98146.html
Chapter 4: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/99866.html
Chapter 5: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/102179.html
Chapter 6: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/103131.html
Chapter 7: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/105069.html
Chapter 8: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/112044.html
Chapter 9: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/114213.html
Chapter 10: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/115112.html
Chapter 11: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/118221.html
Chapter 12: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/118658.html
~*~*~*
Episode 13: Meet the Father (Part 1)
~*~*~*
Alfred had been asleep for a week. Yao, the new lab assistant, had told them that it was normal, considering what the blond American had been through. Still, that hadn’t stopped the three agents from worrying, even as they worked on some cases while Alfred was out of commission.
When the American finally woke up, the team was immensely relieved. The relief was short-lived when Veneziano received a phone call about an hour after Alfred’s awakening.
“Um, Alfred?” the Italian said tentatively, only poking his head through the door of Alfred’s office. All four of the agents were in the office, which was good. It would save time to explain things to them. Veneziano winced when Alfred motioned for him to continue. “Let me just say that we tried very hard to prevent this! Not even Ludwig and Romano could say anything to stop him! We’re very sorry, Alfred!”
“Ven,” Alfred replied slowly, cutting through the distraught rant, “What’s wrong?”
Veneziano hesitated for a long moment. He was on the verge of tears, they could all see that.
“…I’m sorry,” the brunet started and hesitated before moving on, “Your father is forcing your mother to visit him, and he wants you and Matthew to visit, too.”
The Jones twins just stared at him for a long moment. Alfred stood up, his eyes and body language unreadable.
“Pack your bags, agents, we’re heading to Las Vegas,” Alfred told them, no hint of emotion in his voice. That shocked the others in the room, but he ignored them and left the office without another word.
***
The young American had been unusually silent on the flight to Las Vegas, Nevada. It wasn’t a long flight, granted, but it seemed longer than normal. Arthur had noticed that Matthew never left his older brother’s side. Every now and then, the young Canadian would talk to Alfred in a soft whisper, but the American said nothing.
More than ever, Arthur desperately wished that he was able to read Alfred’s mind. For some odd reason, he wanted to know what was bothering the normally cheerful American, and possibly comfort him.
The blond Briton wasn’t sure he wanted to meet the father. Not if it got such a reaction out of Alfred.
Arthur hoped that they wouldn’t stay long in Vegas.
***
For some reason, the blond Briton was expecting a rundown apartment as Alfred’s father’s house. Screw that thought out of the window. It was a freaking mansion with its own casino next door.
Alfred and Matthew tensed.
“I see the house hasn’t changed one bit,” the young Canadian commented tonelessly. Francis and Arthur glanced at each other. This wasn’t boding well. Just what was it about their father that would make them react like that?
The four walked across the walkway toward the huge, maple-wood doors. When they got there, Alfred rang to doorbell. A young maid (who looked oddly familiar to Arthur) answered the door and the twins gave her friendly smiles (or grin, in Alfred’s case).
“You must be Alfred and Matthew. Please, come in! Same with your…friends!” she was obviously thinking that Arthur and Francis weren’t their friends. The Frenchman didn’t seem to mind that, but the blond Briton wasn’t sure what to think about that.
Still, the four agents were led to the living room. Everything in the room was an outright flaunting of wealth. Arthur glanced to his left, seeing a picture that had caught his eye. He got closer to it and saw that it was a family photo, probably from when the twins were only seven or eight years old. What was interesting was that the mother had both kids in front of her, away from the father.
“Alfred! Matthew! So good to see you again!” a baritone voice boomed. The four men turned and saw a man about Alfred’s height. He was of Native American descent, although his skin was a tad lighter than the norm. His straight, raven-black hair was tied in a low ponytail and his cold, brown eyes did not match his smile. Somehow, Arthur and Francis were having a hard time believing that he was related to the twins.
There was a woman beside him and she looked more like the twins than the father. Her long, beautiful blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. The bangs framed her heart-shaped face perfectly and her eyes were a kind, intense sky-blue. Arthur could see where most of the genes came from. She was most certainly beautiful, as were her children (although Arthur would choke on his words and die than admit such a thing out loud). The mother smiled at them and the blond Briton could see that she had the same breathtaking smile as Alfred.
“Hello. You must be Arthur and Francis. Matthew told me about you two. I’m Adele,” she told them, still smiling. Arthur immediately liked her and the two agents greeted her warmly.
“And I am Akando,” the father added, nodding to Francis and Arthur. They greeted him politely. There was just something about that man that struck Arthur as…wrong. The blond Briton was just going to have to keep an eye on Akando. Francis appeared to have the same idea (Arthur took a peek into the Frenchman’s thoughts).
Akando and Adele led the four into the kitchen, since they had arrived at the same time dinner was ready (talk about lucky). Dinner was pleasant, although the conversation was tense. Despite the polite smiles the family gave each other, there was tension between the father and the other three.
After dinner, the four were led to their rooms. Much to Alfred’s chagrin, Francis and Matthew were roomed together on one end of the guest wing while Arthur and Alfred were roomed at the other end. The four bid the parents good-night and retired to their bedrooms.
***
Once again, there was only one bed in the room. Arthur and Alfred stared at it as though it was going to bite them. They glanced at each other and the blond Briton sighed. It looked like there was no choice but for the two of them to share the…bed.
The two were silent as they prepared for bed. Arthur wanted to break the silence, mainly because it was getting awkward. That was when he noticed that Alfred was hesitating to take off his shirt. Arthur resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“Alfred,” said man glanced up at him, “Something the matter?”
He hesitated, which immediately set off warning bells in Arthur’s mind. Something was wrong. Alfred almost never hesitated to say something. There was also a pained look in his normally cheerful eyes, and Arthur didn’t like that. For some reason, he hated to see such pain in Alfred’s eyes and expression. An odd desire to comfort him almost overtook Arthur.
“Alfred. Tell me what’s wrong,” Arthur told him softly. Alfred hesitated again. The blond Briton felt his heart pang with hurt. Did he not trust Arthur? “Do you not trust me?”
That seemed to have struck home.
“Of course I trust you, Arthur!” the blond American replied instantly. Alfred sighed sadly and started to unbutton his shirt.
***
BONUS SHORT (This is when Ivan is leaving to board his plane to Russia after the case in Vermont)
“Thanks for coming. We never would have finally solved that case without you,” Alfred told the Russian pleasantly. Ivan smiled as innocently as ever. It was good to see the young American, really. He had missed the blond’s sunny personality.
“You know my number. If you need me, call and I will come,” Ivan replied, causing the slightly shorter man to blush a little. Yes, the feelings were still there, but Alfred was also developing something special between the blond Briton and him. Ivan saw that. He admitted that he was a little jealous, but he also felt that Arthur would be a good choice for Alfred. If not, well, Ivan was going to have to do something drastic.
Still…the Briton was in denial. Why not have some fun while he was still there? Ivan smiled pleasantly, leaned down and kissed Alfred. It was chaste, but it left the young American dazed. That was a good thing, especially with what he was about to do next.
“It was nice to finally meet you, Matthew,” Ivan said before kissing the Canadian just as chastely. He then straightened himself and smiled innocently. “прощальный!”
The Russian then ran to catch his plane, leaving behind a dazed Alfred and Matthew, a fuming Arthur, and a Francis who refused to let go of the young Canadian. Ivan smirked. All according to the “matchmaking” plan.
A/N: Time for name translations/origins!
Adele: Female German name, means “noble, kind.”
Akando: Male Native American name, means “ambush.”
Oh, and Ivan said farewell in Russian.
X-posted to hetalia