Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

I should not be starting another story. Nope Nope Nope BUUUUUUUUUUUUUT. The AmeBel got to me. Chapter Two will be up soon. Hope you enjoy!

Day One.

Time: 0800 hours

Location: Minsk, Belarus. Residence of Natalya Arlovskaya.

Alfred F. Jones was beaming as he walked onto the snowy belarusian porch, clad in old jeans and a bomber jacket. There was a bouquet of a dozen red roses tucked under his jacket, each throness and each shining brilliantly in the bright winters sun. The people around him simply brushed off his behavior as typical, each having been used to the Americans cheery demeanor but today was different. Today was a bit more different. Because today, yes today, he was going to finally win over the heart of the self proclaimed, 'ice princess'.

Sure, he'd heard it was hard (Mainly from Toris, whose fingers she had nearly broken when he made a move on her and tried to hold her hand) but he was one of the worlds top powers! Hard was just simply not a word in his dictionary. Surely, if he could maintain and withhold a hectic and large country like the U.S, he could get a girl who liked to play a little hard to get.

This would be a breeze.

The American raised his hand and knocked on the door three times, hiding the bouquet behind his back.

A sleepy looking Natalya opened the door, infamous scowl doning her face, "Ah. It's you capitalist bastard. What do you want?"

He feigned hurt, "What? I couldn't just pop by and visit my favorite Belarusian?"

Not buying it, she crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised, "I know you Alfred. You and your strange Amerikan ways. You don't just 'visit.' Tell me..." She leant against the door, violet eyes meeting his cerulean ones, "Why are you really here?"

He swallowed. Shit. busted, "WELL~!" He began, dragging out the 'e', "I hate to admit but... you caught me!" Alfred beamed down at her "The truth is... I wanted to give you this," The blonde took out the flowers, presenting them to her with a flourish, "A rose for a rose." He finished, proud of himself for delivering the right phrase effectively.

He watched her, expecting the woman to blush or swoon and tell him she was his (Maybe both), fall into his arms and maybe ask him to be her burger buddy for the rest of their lives (Hey! Everyone needs a burger buddy!) but instead of doing any of these, the Belarusian let out a low "Fuck you," before slamming the door shut, leaving Alfred standing in the freezing cold.

He blinked, not believing that he'd gotten rejected. No... No! This could not be happening! Not to him! He was Alfred F. Jones- he could get anything he wanted money, gas, girls. No. He could make any girl within five miles swoon, he was not going to give up on this one again.

Alfred knocked again, "Natalya~ Naatttaallllyyaaaa! Answer the door! You know you want to!"

He was met with silence and began knocking even harder, "NNNNNNNAAAATTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYY, come on, don't you want to talk to your favorite American in the whole wide world?"

"Natalya! Answer the door. Please~! I'll buy you a burger if you do~!" He tried, knocking even harder when she didn't answer.

He decided to take a different direction with the whole 'Getting Natalya to come outside,' thing, "Oh Natalya, you're so fine. You're so fine, you blow my mind. Hey Natalya. Hey, hey Natalya-"

"Privet, Alfred."

He slowly turned in horror and realized that Ivan was standing behind him, smiling, pipe swinging wildly in his left hand, "S-Sup, Ivan."

Ivan continued smiling, causing Alfred to pee his pants a little, "I got a call from little sister. She said you were the bothering her. Is this true?"

Internally (and probably externally), he began shaking but not from the cold, "U-uh, I didn't mean to bother her I was just asking out- I mean, for a burger."

The smile on Ivan's face grew, "Really? All that for a burger? Are you sure? You started saying something else before that."

He sweatdropped, "No, dude, I like totally didn't whatchutalkingaboutmahrussianbrofish."

"Yes, you did. You said you were the asking her-"

"NO I DIDN'T!"

"Yes you did."

"No, I didn't."

"Alfred, I'm pretty sure-"

"I DIDN'T I DIDN'T. I DIDN'T SAY I WAS ASKING HER OUT, I SWEAR."

Ivan's smile only grew, terrifying the American, "I never said you did," Alfred began to shake, "You will the leave now, da? Sestra is not the interested."

Not wanting to provoke the scary Russian, Alfred nodded and walked away with slumped shoulders, Ivan watching him the entire time. However, as soon as Alfred was out of Ivan's sight, he ducked behind the wall of a large building, waiting for the Russian to leave.

This took a lot longer than possible. Ivan seemed to be chatty that day and had stepped into his sister's house to talk about 'new vodka flavorings' (At least thats what Alfred though he said. The blonde wasn't the best lip reader...) which left the American outside in the cold, pacing to keep warm.

Finally, about 30 minutes later, as Alfred started writing out his will because he was sure he'd freeze to death, Ivan stepped out and Alfred let out a miny sigh of relief. His breath visible in the cold. Thank God that was over... How did anyone live up here? It was freezing.

Alfred slinked away from the building and towards Natalya's house, making sure once again that Ivan was gone. Holding the flowers up to eye level, he took a pen out of his pocket, and scribbled a quick note on the paper card attached to the plastic wrapping around the bouquet.

A rose for a rose.

I really did mean it.

-Alfred

Satisfied with himself, he walked away into the limo waiting around the corner, an idiotic smile on his face the entire time.

Natalya watched him from the window, violet eyes narrowing when he set the bouquet of roses down. What was he trying to do? Get himself killed? She thought she had made it clear that she wasn't interest when she told him, very audibly, to fuck off. If he didn't get his capitalist ass off her property in ten seconds, he was toast.

She had begun counting to ten very slowly when she spotted him scribbling something on the card attached to the bouquet. As he finished a very goofy (Did she really just think the word 'goofy'?) grin spread across his face. The Amerikan seemed to look quite pleased with himself as he sprinted off, hoping into a limo that seemed to be waiting for him. The belarusian waited until the limo was long gone before stepping outside, picking up the bouquet gently, blush spreading across her face as she read his note.

"A rose for a rose..." She murmured, hands tracing the words, "Cheesy idiot. I'll throw these out now..." She announced walking back into the house with intention of burning the silly flowers.

Nevertheless, the next morning, when Ivan and Katyusha came to visit their sister, they couldn't help but to notice a new vase set on her kitchen table, filled to the brim with twelve red roses.

I wrote this in the dead of summer and am just publishing it now, so sorry for any mistakes. Whatdya think? Leave a review per favore i grazie?