"Your coffee.."

Alfred snapped his head up at the faint voice. There he saw standing a young man with long hair nervously holding out a tray to him. It was filled with eggs, bacon, and a fresh pot of coffee.

Alfred gave a small smile to the boy and reached out to take the tray, and then slowly brought it down to his lap. He paused before speaking.

"Wow, Lithuania, this is great! You really didn't have to do all this!"

"Ett es my pleasure. Helping you..et makes me happy."" The boy nodded happily before he began to turn back around to go back to the house.

America picked up his fork and dove into his breakfast before he realized something. Quickly he swallowed his mouthful of food before calling back out.

"Hey Lithuania? Thanks!"

The boy glanced back over his shoulder before calling back.

"Jūsų laukiami." *Lithuanian for your welcome*

Alfred paused for a second before shouting again.

"Lithuania?"

Lithuania turned back around again, smiling and nodding.

"Yes, sir?"

Alfred pat the empty seat next to him on the bench, indicating that he wanted him to sit down. Lithuania began to walk back, then finally plopped into the empty seat.

"Yes?"

America shoved his hand into his worn out jacket pocket, and began to rummage around. Almost immediately, his hand closed over a small slip of paper.

Slowly he brought it out of his pocket, so as not to smudge it. The paper then revealed itself to be a small photograph, of a young boy and a man. The young boy was laughing up at the man happily, while the man was smiling back at the boy. The whole picture seemed to emanate so much joy that it seemed almost unbearable.

Lithuania slowly leaned in to see the worn out photo. He then spoke softly.

"Ett es you?" He looked up at America questioningly.

"Yeah, it's me." He chuckled quietly, smiling at the photograph. But then a second later his smile was replaced by a frown.

Lithuania noticed this and stopped.

"Why are you frowning? Esn't thes supposed to be a happy time?" He said concernedly.

"It's supposed to be." America sighed and glanced back at the picture. He remembered this day so well, that it seemed like it had only happened yesterday. It was the day England had burned his Birthday cake. When Alfred had come into the room to see what he was doing, the whole kitchen was covered in smoke. Luckily though, he wasn't mad and just laughed along with England.

Lithuania's voice suddenly brought him out of his stupor. "Thes,es Mr. England, esn't it?"

He pointed a small finger at the man.

"Yeah." Was all he could say.

Lithuania nodded and slowly patted his arm.

There was a long silence before Lithuania began to speak again.

"You mees him?"

Alfred looked into the green eyes in front of him.

"It's..a bit more complicated than that."

"Ah. You love hem."

Alfred snapped his head back and looked at the young man. Had he been that obvious? I mean, it wasn't that he didn't want him to know he liked him. It was just that he just didn't want everyone to know about it.

"How..?" America looked questioningly back at him.

Lithuania beamed slightly.

"Instinktas."

America nodded, smiling back at him.

Lithuania patted America's arm again before standing back up.

"Well, I am always heer for you if you need me." He grabbed the empty tray, and smiled as he began to make his way back to the house. But after only a couple steps, he stopped and turned back around to face America.
"By the way.." Lithuania said cheerfully. "He loves you too."

And with a wink, he started back, balancing the tray.

Before America had even fully comprehend what the smaller country had said, he had yelled back.

"Hey , Lithuania?"

He turned around again. "Yes?" he was chuckling now.

America gave a small smile, before saying one final word. "Thanks."

"Jūsų laukiami." Lithuania winked back before finally heading into the house.