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Little Communist Hero Part 4 (RusAme M!Preg)
Once in the Northside hospital Arthur stopped the car and left for the curb as he opened the back seat door and a loud yell escaped Alfred's lips.
Two nurses came down as they grabbed Alfred by the arms and helped him up into the opening doors. Ivan ran after them because they moved very quickly... Their white uniforms were crumbled from Alfred's moaning and grabbing unto them.
Arthur was asked to stay behind but remembering his promise he yelled after them "ALFRED! I AM SORRY!" But they were too far away to hear him, the room went silent apart from the distant screaming that he had heard a little while before.
The wait was hours on end. Arthur paced around the delivery waiting area, some husbands were whispering about how their wives were having children.
Some were children themselves, waiting for hours like he was.
In the delivery room there was a lot of screaming, Alfred winced and curled holding unto Ivan't hand and unto a metal bar. His back was being arched back and he shut his e
Little Communist Hero Part 3 (RusAme M!Preg)
Arthur took a light sip from his tea.
For the past month he had been living with his son and his son's husband.
It was spring and it was raining outside, he smiled remmebering his own country's weather but it wasn't just in the spring for him it was usually all year long unless for the occasional overcast disappearance.
In his hands he had a covers for a pillow and he was embroiding his soon to be grandaughter's name into it also embroiding some flowers and bears into it. He smiled at his ow work as he ran his finger over it and then looked up fixing his eyes on the door as it slowly creaked out. In came Ivan as he held clean towels in his hand and walked over to the close the window.
"Artur..." He nodded at him with his accent over powering the 'H' in Arthur's name. Walking over and setting the towels down on the counter which was going to be used as as changing table once Georgia saw the light for the first time.
"Like it, Ivan?" Arthur held up the pillow cover as he brushed off the
Little Communist Hero Part 2 (RusAme M!Preg)
It was late afternoon and Alfred was trying to get the house set up for his fathers to come over.
Arthur had been pretty grumpy for being called out of the blue and made Ivan slightly nervous that this might mean he does not approve of the circumstance. With a little bit of assuring Alfred promised Francis would calm him down and make him deal with it.
“Borscht and kvas sounds good right?” Ivan asked wearing his apron which had the face of a popular Soviet cartoon of Cheburashka on it, emerging from the kitchen arches as he watched Alfred pace across the room trying to set up the chimney correctly.
Alfred nodded as he fixed a few pictures. There were frames, frames with pictures of Ivan and Alfred together and one of their little bundle of joy from the latest ultrasound standing on the wood of the fireplace which was designed to hold things. Alfred used to get a lot of splinters working up there, but now she just slipped down and sat on the ivory colored couch by the TV and
Little Communist Hero Part 1 (RusAme M!Preg)
Alfred softly walked up behind Ivan gripping his waist and burrying his face into his shoulder and bitting softly. His eyes shutting as he whispered into his ear "Ivan... Guess who?"
Ivan let out a soft sigh and then whispered "Is it that idiot who works down at MacDonald's on the weekends?"
Alfred raised a brow and then let go "Ahh... You may say so."
"What brings you here?" He whispered, Ivan had been hiding a secret from him this whole time.
"I just wanted to see you," Alfred went in for a kiss on his soft snow kissed lips.
Ivan covered Alfred's mouth and then shook his head "Meet me at the bridge where I kissed you for the first time."
Alfred blinked "Babe! But I want a kiss!" Pursing his lips he leaned in again but Ivan shook his head pushing him away before walking away.
On the inside Alfred felt broken his eyes were a little watery "Ah! Yeah... Dude..." He whispered softly before walking out of the door to his room where he curled into a ball and closed his eyes.
--At 8 pm--
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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