Ayeeeeee, not my first fanfic, but y'know my other one is a little different, and well, who could resist writing about their OTP? The answer to that is not me.


Ivan depended on constants in his life, he woke up at five am. He went to bed around nine, or whenever he got off work from the flower shop. He wore the same coat everyday, he does wash it mind you, and he spent almost every day at his beloved flower shop, smiling cheerfully at customers, who always seemed to shiver, how strange. One constant, however, that Ivan could live without was the annoyingly cheerful American who, without fail, showed up at his flower shop every Wednesday. The only problem is that he would never buy anything. He comes in, he looks at flowers, he leaves. Ivan was not amused.

Today, was one of those Wednesdays, Ivan stood behind the counter watching the young man stare at the Lilies. He jumped at the touch of the cold hand on his shoulder.

"Natalia I already told you I won't marry you!" Ivan jumped, staring at his store owner, one of her eyebrows were raised questionably. Her long chocolate brown hair framed her dress and her hands were positioned on her hips.

"Isn't that your sister?" Ivan looked down at her sheepishly, "Ah, sorry Elizabeta, well you see I-" She stopped him.

"Hey I'm not here to pry about your family, I am here however, to ask why you keep staring at that yummy blonde."

Ivan blushed, "No i'm not staring, I'm observing. Aren't you busy or something?" Ivan glared at the woman.

She patted him on the back, "Well you see, I was working, but Gilbert stopped by, so i'm hiding, he's up in the apartment." She pointed to the roof, where her and her husbands apartment was, just above the flower shop. "I'm the boss anyway, shouldn't I be asking you if your working? Geez Ivan, you shouldn't be staring at hunky blondes." Said 'hunky blonde' had long since left.

Ivan shook his head, "As I had said, I was not staring, one could say that I was attempting to burn holes into his back." Ivan's face took on a very annoyed expression, "He comes in every single Wednesday, but he doesn't buy anything!"
Elizabeta laughed, "Well you must care if you noticed he comes in that often." Ivan shook his head, "We are not exactly busy, da? I am bound to notice." Elizabeta laughed and his threw check at him, "Take your money and go home, Ivan maybe go on a date or something you're a handsome young man find a boyfriend for god's sake!"

Ivan rolled his eyes and stalked out the door, "I have not told you that i'm gay Hedervary!"

Elizabeta laughed and rolled her eyes at the leaving figure. "HAHA I TOLD YOU IT WAS BIGGER, AUSTRIAN SCUM! I'M SO AWESOME!" Followed by a very girly screech was heard from the ceiling. Elizabetas face drained of color, "Don't worry Roderich I'm coming!" She grabbed her frying pan from the hook on the way up to the stairs...if that Prussian was doing terrible things to her Rode-kins she would….hold up she could sell this. NO! She had to save Roderich. Before the door to the small apartment shut, a very loud screech was heard, followed by a sound of metal on skull.


Alfred looked at his clone-er brother, "I'm just saying Mattie, Hockey is for losers, join like, football or something!" Matthew gave his brother a dark stare, "Alfred, why don't you join football or something?" Alfred scoffed, pointed at his face, "Mattie, dude,I can't ruin this, the ladies love a good face, something you should learn bro." Matthew rolled his eyes, "Al, we have the same face."

Alfred sighed and stared at his brother, "Matt, you fuck up so hard all the time, you can't even keep this face unharmed, what a failure." Matthew just ignored his brother, he found that was the best thing to do in situations like this. Alfred gave a mock salute and moved to push through the door of the flower shop, "On my way Matt! Go meet your boyfriend or something." Matthew sighed, catching his brother's arm, "Al, the flower shop again, why?" Alfred rolled his eyes, "Mattie, bro, dude, there is a very hot owner woman who is catching my eye."

Matthew let him go, "You mean the married one?" Alfred walked through the door, "Not the point bro, not the point!" Matthew sighed and checked his phone sending his boyfriend a quick text, he'll be late, Alfred held him up again.

Alfred discretely made his way to one of his favorite flowers, the tiger lily. He noticed the familiar Russian glaring daggers into his back. Fuck, he constantly does this, with him there he could never get time to talk the hot owner! He examined the flower, checking his pocket for money...fuck, he forgot it again. Every single Wednesday he always forgets it! He shrugged he wasn't called out before, so why now! Alfred shrugged, whatever, he was pretty much broke anyway. He gave a sideways glance to the tall overly dressed Russian. He quickly darted his eyes back to the flowers, he was still looking. He has taken to calling this man the crazy clerk.

Alfred smiled, there was the hot owner! But fuck! She was talking to the Russian, now what? Alfred sighed, maybe he should leave, he gave a cross look to the duo, specifically the Russian, and left, waltzing out the door and whistling a cheery tune, McDonald's was calling his name. There was always next Wednesday.


are you proud yet mom?

~AexM