A Life Without You Is Not The Same

Show: Naruto and Hetalia- Axis Powers

Plot: Sequel to 'Long Way to Happy'...Kakashi is back, but Iruka doesn't want anything to do with him. Not after what he did to him. Not after the way he left. Now Iruka's taking steps to moving on. Including going out with Alfred F Jones, an American. AU obviously and YAOI.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and Hetalia. Otherwise it'd be having major yaoi problems.

Chapter 1

Iruka's POV

The silver haired reporter knelt down as our blond headed child scrambled out of my arms. I continued to stare in disbelief. How could this possibly happen? Was this even real? If it wasn't, when was I going to wake up?

I rubbed my eyes, forgetting that I had my contacts in. I winced when one of them popped out and went onto the floor. I could hear Kakashi's feet come near me. My mouth opened and closed as I dropped to my knees to find my missing contact.

"J-Just get out of here Kakashi," I managed to say.

I finally found my contact when Kakashi began to protest, "B-But."

I put the damned thing in my eye and looked at him. I quickly pushed him out of my apartment. I didn't, not now, not after so long, want to see him. It had taken me so long to get over him and accept his death. What if he did that again?

Kakashi's POV

I blinked my good eye. I looked back at the smaller man as he pushed me out of the apartment that we used to share for the past couple of years. I wasn't quite sure why he was kicking me out. Then it clicked in my mind. I had made it seem like I had died in the hospital.

I heard the door slam behind me. I turned quickly just to stare at the wooden door. I began to wander how many nights my little dolphin cried himself to sleep. I wandered how many lies he had told to little Naruto and himself to make it seem like they had a little sliver of hope.

I frowned a bit as I exited the building. I stuffed my hands in my pockets. There was no use in trying to force my way back into their lives right now. It seemed to soon to do so.

Iruka's POV

I slid down the door to the ground, forcing the tears back. I had to be strong for my only child. He looked at me confused. Probably to ask me why I had kicked his other father out. But I couldn't bring myself to tell him why again. It was caught in the back of my throat and wouldn't be let out.

I picked Naruto up in my arms. I cradled him for a while. I buried my nose in his bright blond hair. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes again. How could I have been so stupid letting Kakashi leave like that? Naruto wiggled out of my arms before trying to open the door himself. I wiped the tears away from my eyes quickly.

"Ruka-daddy! Someone at door," Naruto's little voice said.

I quickly scrambled to my feet. Hand ironing my shirt free of all wrinkles, I moved my toddler out of the way and opened the door. My eyebrows furrowed. A dirty blond headed male stood at the door. The man wore glasses like the ones I used to wear.

"Listen if you're one of Kakashi's friends, he's not here and he won't be back," I said going to close the door but a hand prevented me from doing so.

"Who's this Kakashi?" he asked in a very American accent and butchering the name. "I was here visiting a friend and I heard crying from your doorway."

I gripped my hand around the door to the point that it was almost off the door. I weakly tried to close the door but the American pushed right on in. I stumbled back slightly. My mouth opened to try something, but the words couldn't, no, wouldn't escape the opening on my face. What was he thinking exactly?