OMG guys! this is like my second hetalia fic! Well, this was actually one I planned out, and I think that it;s going to work perfectly, ya get me? Anyway, don't let me keep you! Just read on, and don't forget that you can always point if something is wrong or weird or if it strikes out as fun for you idk, knock yourself out, oh yes it will be a multi chappie story, and it's PLANNED! ok... read nao.

Alfred's POV

"Alfred… please, be gentle with me…" he whispered as he coiled his slender arms around my neck. I put my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck lightly, leaving just one mark on his neck. He hummed happily in my ear while I trailed my hands down from his waist to his thigh. I look into his beautiful violet eyes then lean in to kiss him deeply as I squeeze his lean thighs. He voluntarily opened his mouth, giving me full permission to slide my tongue in there. Our tongues dance a dance only we knew. While I kept him occupied with my tongue, I pushed his legs apart wider, giving me access into his perfectly stretched entrance…

I wake up with a flinch from some foreign contact by a stranger who just smiled and said, "We wouldn't want you to go for a whole 'nother ride on this bus after the twelve hours to get here, right?" We chuckle at the tasteless joke, then I stretch and get out of my seat, grabbing my only bag from the overhead compartment. As I take my first step into Canada, I take a deep breath and smile. I look around this place and feel relieved. That was the longest bus ride I have ever taken, and I live in New York, so that was just… Incredibly long.

As I walk a bit around the area, I start to think about that dream. It seems as if every time I have that dream, it's gets more vivid, as if I was experiencing that wonderful night again. Geez, I miss holding Mattie in my arms until one of us fell asleep, usually it would be him, then it would be my time to stroke his cheek lightly, humming softly into his ear, as he cuddled closer to me. He was so cute.

Well, that was one of the reasons why I'm in Canada. It's been five years since I last saw him, and well apparently he technically ran away from home, after he unwillingly came out, according to Mom, Dad was just staring at the TV the whole time I was with them the summer I came back from England. Come to think of it, that happened about a year ago. I wonder why I took so long to look for him. It was probably guilt, considering how I just left Mattie a few weeks after our first night together. Yeah, it was guilt, and now, I'm going to go up to my love and beg for his forgiveness. And hopefully, he come running into my arms, gives me a big wet kiss, then we could live happily ever after. I would absolutely love that! Man, that would be the greatest fairy tale ever! Our kids would want us to tell them that story a million times, and I would tell them until their ears fall off, or my lips, whichever falls first! Then we'd—

"Whoa, dude, watch where ya goin'!" a guys says to me. I look at him, tilt my head then realize that I bumped into him. I chuckle nervously and apologize, flashing the guy the most apologetic smile ever then walk away, swinging my bag a bit. I walk up to a busy intersection and start to hail a cab, I would've rented a car, but I highly doubt that I will be needing one, all I want to see is Mattie's body under mine after every one of my meals until I have to leave, that just means that he'll be quite sore… screw that, he won't walk for a very long time, at least not without assistance.

As the cab pulls up to my destination, I notice that Mattie's place is pretty freakin' big for a small boy like him. What is he? Like 21? What would he be doing with a place this big? He probably has a zoo in the back, only plausible explanation, Mattie finally made his dream of owning a zoo came true, besides, look at it, I might need one of those golf carts to get to the front door! I give the man some money, I didn't even bother to exchange currency, I'm sure he could do that on his own spare time, then grab my bag and just stare at the path. Perfectly paved, doesn't seem one bit worn, almost as if the place was built recently, does seem like something Mattie would like as well, it was like one of those ski lodges, but completely modernized, with really big windows—what the hell do I know about architecture? I live in New York fucking City, I don't have to even pay for fucking water!

I continue walking to the front door, trying to rehearse my apology, and think of gesture, to make it seem less awkward, like giving him a hug, a kiss on the cheek, a sweet kiss on the lips or just shove my tongue down his throat without giving the boy a warning. I like the last one a bit more than anything else, but it has to be subtle, it's been five years since I'm seen Mattie, I must start over, you know, take it 'slow'.

About twelve steps away from the front door, I feel my heart beating a bit faster, and my hands are getting a bit sweaty. The bag in my hand feels like it's about to sleep, it seems so heavy in my hands! I swear I feel like I'm about o hyperventilate—wait! I already am! I stop in front of the door and try to control my breathing.

One, two, one, two… just like Artie showed me…

I raise my hand in a fist and right when I was about to knock on the door, I notice a doorbell right at the door frame. I press it, and wait for a response. Once again, I start to hyperventilate, my hands getting sweaty, and a million thought race in my head, like what I should do, or say or eat or where I would be sleeping, how, will it be cold, why is the sun yellow and water blue, and why the hell is Ivan Braginski's huge nose in my fucking face.

"Ah… Privet Comrade…" he says to me with a shit-eating grin, and not the good kind, either. I'm now glaring daggers at him, and all he's doing is smiling. After what feels like centuries of staring, he breaks the silence, by asking me what I wanted, then all of a sudden I heard the most angelic voice calling out for him in the most endearing tone. A little piece of me twists in anger and envy and disgust. Why is he calling out to him as if they were lovers, does he not know that me and Ivan took a blood oath to never in this lifetime even think about liking each other?

I hear low footsteps coming toward the door, and once again I feel my palms get sweaty. I look up and see that Mattie—my Mattie is wearing nothing but Ivan's oversized shirt, his hair a complete mess and a slight blush on his face. My jaw pretty much dropped , probably at the same time as his, then I almost snapped my neck turning to face that Commie Monster. He stares at me with a widening-creepy- grin.

I launched myself at him and yell, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY BABY BROTHER YOU MONSTER!"

Ok, I bet you were reading this and was like, 'this bitch is going to make it into an incest fic'. Well yes, you are kind of right, kind of! And do not get me wrong, I LOVE Russia and his big nose, he is my master and all that jazz. Anyway, yeah if you didn't like it well, I'm sure this story loves the hell out of you, also, I give you permission to flame, I'm confident in this story, and you denying its awesomeness makes you one of them *points to an ex-bff sitting by a trashcan*