AN: Hi! This is my first Hetalia fic and it probably won't be very long, but yeah. Enjoy and review if you like, so I know that I should write more! It will be AU and very crack-ish.

I don't own anything!

Lars=Netherlands/Holland

Mathis=Denmark

Summary: Lars falls in love with Alfred's wife.

Prologue

Lars was reasonably sure that he was in love. He didn't really believe in love at first sight, he actually didn't really believe in love, per say, more like lust. He believed in that, for sure. That was what this probably was. Yeah, lust. Not love. Definitely not love.

Even if she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his whole entire existence, which was only twenty-one years, but still. By far the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Too bad she was married. To his team mate/good friend.

Maybe he should start from the beginning.

Lars' POV

"Dude, Alfred, you are sooo stoned!" Mathis giggled, pointing at a dazed Alfred, who was flinging his hands around in the air like he was trying to capture something. I snickered at my friend's antics. Mathis had been able to convince me to share some of 'the good stuff' with them after our victory over the Moscow Hockey team. We barely beat them, but a slap shot from Matthew, Alfred's brother, had won us the game in the last three minutes. It was epic.

"Whatever man." It amused me that Alfred sounded so much more like Shaggy from Scooby Doo when he was stoned. I relaxed and took another hit from my bong, watching the going-ons of my teammates, who were in various states of inebriation. All celebrating the great victory.

"Well, I think Berwald and I are heading back to the hotel." Tino said from the bar after draining a glass of clear liquid. I noticed that the party was starting to die down and my weed was almost gone and decided that heading in for the night would be a good idea.

"Yeah, I'll join ya. Night guys." I waved to Alfred, Matthew, and Mathis, who were all zoned out and enjoying their high. "Lightweights." Tino chuckled, while Berwald attempted a smile. It looked more like a grimace though.

"Don't smile man, its creepy." I joked, receiving a blank stare in return. The guy was a hell of a defense men, but he didn't say much and when he did it was all jumbled and I could never understand him. "Here, take a blunt. Relax." I handed it to Tino, who grinned.

"Is this 'the good stuff'?"

"Nah, smoked all that. This stuff is still good though." Tino raised an eyebrow as we exited the bar. "Do you honestly think I would smoke crappy weed?" He laughed and lit up.

"Sorry to doubt you." I pulled out one of my own and lit up as well. The walk back didn't take all that long and we parted ways in the lobby, going down separate wings.

I was woken up around ten in the morning by my phone. I tiredly flipped it open and mumbled a greeting, not checking to see who it was. If I had I wouldn't have answered in the first place.

"Dude, I have a problem." I groaned and covered my eyes. Why was Alfred always getting into trouble? Sure I was his roommate most of the time but I wasn't his babysitter, which was Arthur's job.

"What kind of problem?" Maybe he didn't know where he was. That happened quite often to him.

"Well, ya see. I woke up and looked over and saw this total babe lying next to me-"

"I don't see how that is a problem, man. I wish I woke up like that every morning."

"Okay, that part isn't bad. What is the bad part is that we are both wearing wedding rings and I have a vague recollection of maybe, sort of, kind of gettingmarriedlastnight." I could feel a headache coming on. Why did these things happen to me? Why couldn't Alfred be more like Ludwig? He didn't cause problems. Or Berwald? I wouldn't have to babysit him!

"Call Arthur." Then I hung up and flopped down on my bed with every intention of going back to sleep. I wasn't disturbed again until noon, when someone knocked on my door loudly and obnoxiously.

"Hey! Lars wake the fuck up! We're gonna go for lunch and we're gonna meet Alfred's new wife!" I groaned in annoyance but got up none-the-less. I pulled on some dark wash jeans and a knitted grey sweater, then some boots, a heavy jacket, and my blue and white scarf. It was freaking cold in Russia! I wondered if Alfred had been talked into staying married, at least for a while. It didn't really matter, that meant someone else could babysit him instead of me. I opened the door to see Mathis, looking annoyed and tired, most likely had a hang-over. It was a good thing we didn't have to be in St. Petersburg for another couple days.

We walked silently down the hall and to the lobby where some of my other teammates were waiting, all looking tired and annoyed. I empathized. We all made our way to a little café a few blocks away that served great tea. Once we arrived we pushed some tables together to fit us all and order, waiting for Alfred and his wife to show up.

I wondered what she looked like. I knew Alfred's type was usually blonde, blue-eyed, with a supermodel figure but I wasn't really a fan of super skinny girls, or blonde hair for that matter. I shrugged and sipped the tangy tea, deciding that whoever would marry Alfred had to be crazy. After a few more moments I saw Alfred turn the corner and what I saw made me spit my tea out.

She wasn't the usual type that Alfred went for, that was for sure. She had long silver hair and she was tall. Taller than Alfred (she wasn't even wearing heals!) but not as tall as I was and she wasn't anorexic looking either. She had long shapely legs, nice big hips, perfect sized breasts and the perfect hour-glass shape. Mijn Heer*, she was gorgeous!

It was only when they got closer that I saw that her eyes were the prettiest shade of violet and her skin was pale and flawless. I vaguely felt Mathis elbow me in the side but I didn't give a shit. I was entranced.

"You should tell your friend to pick up his jaw before I break it." She said, her Russian accent sending shivers down my spine. The innocent smile on her face turned devious and I felt my mouth go dry.

'I think I'm in love.'

* Mijn Heer= My Lord in Dutch...I think?

Okay, so that is it for the prologue. Let me know how you like it. BTW, Alfred's wife is fem-Russia, as you might have guessed.