Author's Notes: Well this is another de-anon from the kink meme.

Alfred and Toris are roommates and friends in college. Despite the fact that Alfred is the confident big man on campus, and Toris is well not, the two still get along fairly well. So what happens when they both attempt to woo the Ice Queen Nataliya, that sort of wants nothing to do with either one of them at all.

*Michelle is Seychelles

** Vaganova Method – a way of teaching and doing ballet that that's the classical French style and combines it with the athleticism of the Italian style.

Despite the fact that Alfred F. Bonnefoy-Kirkland had been raised by an overly romantic Frenchman, had over the course of his measly nineteen years on earth, never really had been in love. He was perfectly willing to admit that too (even if it would make his Papa, who was not only overly romantic but also overly dramatic, fake a faint). But there was something the instant that he saw that blonde beauty through the window of the corner coffee shop near his college's campus that made all of that change. In that instant something deep inside of him stirred; and Alfred F. Bonnefoy-Kirkland knew that love was most certainly real.

Without hesitation he back tracked his way the three steps he had taken past the door to the busy little café, ignored the greeting of the girl working register, and made his way to the corner table where the woman of his dreams sat alone. Alfred wasn't sure what exactly he should stay as he approached her; he was a naturally charming guy. Girls tended to love him—with his good looks, Hollywood smile, athletic ability, and other various things he couldn't quite put his finger on blended together to make him into the sort of guy that had never been pepper sprayed or threatened to be pepper sprayed. He was rarely at a loss for words all it took for most girls his age was a stupid pick up line to break the ice, then he was in. But with this beauty that sort of thing wasn't going to work.

This was it he was right in front of her table now so he had to say something good. "Hey there." A simple greeting would have to do for now, he leaned over the table resting his hand on the wooden surface and flashed a grin in her direction expecting her to look up. But there was no reaction from her what-so-ever. She just sat there in silence not at all looking up from what looked like a math assignment; a small bowl of soup and some bread sitting next to her. Maybe she didn't hear him?

Alfred cleared his throat, then repeated his oh so eloquent greeting once more, "Hey there."

This time there was a reaction, she looked up from her work at him. Her long blonde hair neatly tied back with a ribbon (a part of him wanted to ask how it was she got her hair to be held back by the thin piece of cloth, his younger sister Michelle* had always said ribbon alone was impossible to hold hair back with) slipped over the back of her shoulders and she fixed him with a cold stare. She however remained silent.

"I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone and thought to myself, 'Al', that's my name, 'you're dad raised you to be a gentleman, you should go on over there and say hello to that young woman and offer her your company?'" her icy blue eyes remained on him completely unimpressed by his words, look, smile, or gesture of gentlemanly companionship. "So here I am now, is this seat taken?"

In one movement she lifted a leg and placed it in the chair across from her, than the other looked back up at him and said in an even tone, "Yes."

Oh so she was playing hard to get that was no problem from him, Alfred totally had this situation under control. "Oh, well I guess that's a little too bad. How about I give you my number that way in the future if you've got a vacant seat then I could keep you company?" she said nothing and was back to staring him right in the eye, "the only catch though is that you will have to give me your name."

At this moment she took her eyes away from his and looked over his shoulder. That was when for the first time a little bit of fear struck him. Was she dating some guy, a big burly one, like something out of one of those terrible movies he couldn't help but watch; the sort of guy who was probably on steroids, a total over protective douche bag that was ready to beat his ass for even daring to look at his girlfriend. That was okay by Al though, he was a pretty good fighter if he had to say so himself; after all he was agile, worked out, grew up with a twin brother and like with all siblings they got into rowdy rough housing often enough. Though the thought of him getting his nose broken sounded absolutely awful to him; he had a good straight nose and would rather not have it broken by some jerk.

He glanced over his shoulder just as the beautiful girl stood up from her seat gathered up her things and marched away rather quickly hurrying over to some large guy with a big nose and wrapping her arm into his. She looked back at Alfred for a brief moment as she loudly said, "I'm so glad to see you Ivan!" leading him away out of the little café.

Alfred stood there quietly and confused trying to process what exactly had happened.

It was a little afternoon, and like on most days around this time Nataliya was sitting in the little restaurant near the campus of the school she attended. They served the sort of soups that had enough lean protein to keep her muscles working and her body going for the rest of the day, while still being light enough that she could still go to her dance practice and not feel weighed down by too big of a meal. She would sit alone and eat, while working a bit on assignments for classes she was less passionate about.

Normally no one would bother her. She could have her bit of alone time looking over the things she needed to while simultaneously refueling her body for the rest of her day ahead. Though the moment that that obnoxious blond boy (she wouldn't even give him the dignity of being referred to as a "man") popped up next to her table. Well there went her hopes and dreams of being able to have a quiet peaceful meal alone. She ignored him.

Nataliya was an attractive young woman. This was a fact that she was fully aware of, and had fully been aware of now since she was quite young. In elementary school the quicker to mature of the boys would leave her notes or offer her little gifts of candies, or other things they heard that girls liked. Once she had moved on to middle school and high school the trend of boys finding her attractive and attempting to woo her into being their girlfriends continued. It was all really rather annoying, when all she wanted really was to be left alone by these people. However it wasn't like she had never been in a relationship before.

Nataliya deployed her usual tactic for dealing with people she was not interested in who found her attractive, and that was naturally o ignore whoever it was. She remained silent and didn't look up for the math problems before her. This however didn't seem to work seeing how he remained next to her and attempted to start a conversation with her a second time. It appeared he was unable to take her first hint. Time for tactical maneuver number two, she fixed him with a glare that had made better men cry. Her death glare that she might as well have patented; it had been taught to her by her father when she was young he was a military man with not only Nataliya as a beautiful daughter, but also her older sister Katya that had been cursed with a most bountiful bosom (that had attracted her nothing but mostly the negative lustful advances of boys and men). Thinking ahead in case his youngest child would have such a gift he taught her this death glare so that she would be able to scare anyone that came across her.

Tactical maneuver number two didn't seem to work either. Now he was babbling on about being a gentleman. It appeared as if he was unable to take a hint. It was time for desperate measures. No one before this boy had been able to withstand the death glare. She placed her feet in the chair opposite of her even though doing such a thing in a public place was rude. Still he remained and was offering her his number. It looked as if she needed a retreat of some sort.

It was at that moment that her eyes feel on her older brother. Oh beautiful beloved Ivan, he was the perfect escape route. Before he could even order his food, Nataliya gathered her things up, tossing her math work into her blue duffle bag, throwing that over her shoulder and quickly leading her brother out of the café without even getting a chance to finish her food. Which was sad, she had been looking forward to that seafood bisque being their soup of the day for weeks now.

"What the hell was that?" He asked her the moment they were outside trying to escape her grasp.

"Wait a moment. Just hold on to me a bit longer."

"Explain yourself." Ivan fixed her with a look, "Nataliya what is going on?"

"That idiot was trying to hit on me." She said flatly, "Brother I tried all of my tricks and he just wouldn't get it."

"Did you give him father's death glare?" he sounded surprised, she gave him a brief nod, "And nothing?" she nodded again, "He must be some kind of super human."

"Or a total idiot, I am going to go ahead and bet total idiot."

"Nataliya—"

"What? Don't tell me that I need to let loose again Ivan! I swear you always take these boy's sides over mine." She let go of her brother's arm and adjusted her bag on her shoulder as the two of them made their way to the dance studio in the athletic department's building. "You always make it out to be that I am the bad guy in these situations, as my older brother isn't it your job to beat up guys who are attracted to me? Or at the very least intimidate them into a healthy fear?"

"This isn't some sort of sitcom. Plus I know too well that you can take care of yourself; and you kind of do a good enough job of scaring men that I'm interested in off." He sounded a big defeated with that last bit.

"None of them are good enough for you brother. I am doing you a favor."

"You're terrifying them all? And giving yourself the reputation of being a right bitch. Also don't go grabbing me in public like that you'll give people the wrong ideas."

"Are you ashamed of being seen in public with me?" Nataliya's voice was starting to sound rather on the annoyed side.

"Of course not," his words were rushed and nervous fearing bringing out his sister's temper, she may have been slight in figure, and nearly a foot shorter than him as far as height went but she had a temper in her that could make seasoned criminals weep, plus toss in her years of training in the Vaganova** Method and she had incredible strength that could come out in the most beautiful and elegant yet still completely violent ways, "I just don't want people to get the wrong ideas."

"How so?"

"That the two of us are romantically involved. Holding hands is the sort of thing mostly reserved for couples, not siblings."

"Oh who cares—"

"I do. I have a hard enough time finding people without having to worry about them thinking that I am the sort of depraved freak that fucks his sister. Not to mention the fact that back when I was still dancing we were romantic opposites."

Nataliya made a disapproving noise in the back of her throat, "It's neither one of our faults that the people at this school don't practice nearly enough? Please don't tell me that that's why you quit?"

Her brother laughed and rested his hand on his stomach, "Now we both know, that that wasn't the reason why."

"If you would have put me in charge of your eating habits then—"

"Or maybe my passion isn't ballet Natasha? I'd rather just keep focusing on physics, and the time it takes to study dance was eating into the time I needed in working on my actual major? We both know the life of a dancer isn't easy."

"Of course I know that. It's just you could be so beautiful sometimes, and I love spending time with you Ivan."

"Saying things like that will give people the wrong idea about our relationship." The two of them laughed, "Well I still need to go ahead and eat." The stopped outside of the building, "I think your safe from that idiot boy bothering you know right?"

Nataliya nodded, "I'll talk to you later then."

"Right see you then."

Toris entered the dorm room that he shared with his roommate Alfred a little after seven surprised to see the other one laying there on his bed. "What's up?" he asked shutting the door behind himself and making his way over to his desk.

The normally exuberant blonde looked over at him and sighed with a most uncharacteristically sad look in his blue eyes. Alfred sat up adjusting his glasses and fixed Toris with the most serious look the other had ever seen on him. "I think I'm in love man."

That was defiantly weird, though normally when Alfred was dating some girl he was all smiles—which really was his typical behavior. Just more blinding from the chemical rush of being in a sexual relationship with someone, "So why are you being such a Debbie Downer?" Toris inwardly cringed at that phrase he really was spending too much time around Feiks (that meant it was only a matter of time before he would start up with the valley girl speech at that point there was certainly no turning back).

"She's so beautiful," Alfred now had a faraway look in his eyes as if he were an old man reminiscing about a lost beauty from his youth, not some girl he had just met today, "Really man I think that she's the one?"

"And you are depressed why?" he gave an awkward laugh, "If she's this complete and utter picture of perfection why exactly are you being so depressed about being in love with her?"

"She has a boyfriend already?"

"Oh well that's too bad." Toris said turning away from his friend and rolling his eyes as he went to unpacking his things. There was nothing that could be done about that. Alfred would probably be over all of this by tomorrow, though over the course of the almost year and a half that Toris had known the other he hadn't quite been like this.

"I know right?" he groaned laying back on the bed and staring up at the white ceiling, "She was just so gorgeous man, I'm telling you Toris. Long blonde hair, and not like that typical boring blonde every chick dyes it. It's super blonde like that smoking hot babe from No Doubt. Her eyes were this real pretty blue, great body too. She's not real curvy though, more on the slide though with small perky breasts—"

Toris straightened his back up listening to Alfred's description, sure this girl he was talking about could really be anyone but it sounded dangerously close too—

"And even though she wasn't really smiling or looked too happy to see me, I know she would have a killer smile if I got to ever see it—"

"Al…" Toris said fixing his roommate with a real serious look, "What was this girl's name?" if he said Nataliya Braginsky, he wasn't sure what he would say or do. He had been in love with her for years now, even if she was a year younger than him, hated his guts, and had a bully for an older brother. Ever since he'd first met her back when she was still in kindergarten he had strong feelings for her. That made her his first crush and really his only crush, like ever. And when he had first seen her once they had both moved on to higher education, the fire he had felt for her had been rekindled.

Toris had dedicated so much time and energy into trying to win her affections somehow. He'd attempted to speak to her but once she fixed him with that glare of hers that had scared him when they were younger; he'd admit defeat (temporarily). When she would dance in their school's productions he would be there for every show and give her flowers, even though his would just be lost and ignored in the sea of roses his fellow admirers gifted her with

"She didn't tell me, before she ran off with that boyfriend of hers. With his big nose, fuck he was kind of fat too. How'd a guy like that get with a girl like her?"

Part of Toris wanted to scold his roommate for being shallow. There were plenty of beautiful women with husbands that were far from being some sort of Adonis. After all women were more attracted to personalities then physical perfection—but that was not what the topic at hand was. "Al, I don't think that was her boyfriend."

"Really?" Suddenly Alfred's normal overly excited puppy-like personality was back, "What makes you say that?"

"I'm pretty sure that was Nataliya Braginsky. She's one of the girls in the dance department."

"Dude there are chicks like that in the dance department? I'm starting to see why you go to all those ballet productions and junk now. Sorry for making fun of you for going. Now I'm regretting not knowing sooner. Wait how would you know that wasn't her boyfriend then?"

"How tall was this big nosed guy?" Toris asked pulling his shoulder length brown hair up in a low ponytail. "Would you say about six feet?"

"Yeah." Alfred nodded his head vigorously to illustrate his point.

"And he was overweight? Like a bit chubby around the middle?"

"Yeah totally."

"That was her older brother, Ivan. We went to school together, like kindergarten until now."

"Wait Ivan Braginsky, right? As in that dick that used to beat you up and shit?"

I was Toris's turn to nod, "Yeah. They have an older sister too. She's really nice and used to scold Ivan all the time when he would be mean to like everybody when we were younger. She's also got," he hesitated for a moment before deciding, why not mention her most distinguishing physical attributes, "boobs."

"Damn." Alfred said with a spacy look in his eyes, "So do you think that I've got a chance with Nataliya man?"

"I suppose so—"

"Sweet I'm going for it now man."

And with those words Toris mentally declared war on Alfred for the winning of Nataliya's heart.