"Fredka, please calm down. What is worrying you?" Ivan asked as he watched his boyfriend scurry to build a wall of menus around his face and duck down into them. The Russian didn't know what had changed the blonde's mood all of a sudden.
A moment ago he was all smiles and chatted about wanting to try everything on the menu then panicked like a school child the teacher just picked on.

Alfred popped his sunny blonde head up from the self made wall and glared at his Russian boyfriend who could have sworn he heard a growl. "Arthur Kirkland, that's who! Now duck your giant head down too! Can't let the enemy catch sight of us!"

Ivan quirked an eyebrow and glanced around briefly. "Why does this man concern you so much?" there was no way he would hide his head like a silly child, even if his grown up boyfriend does. "Has he done something to you Fredka?" Alfred's eyes widened for a moment at his question before they turned soft and looked off downwards. This worried Ivan as he gripped his nice black slacks and squeezed them into his fist.

"Yeah, kinda…" Alfred mumbled into his wall.

"Where is the ублюдок. Point him to me and I will make him regret-"

Alfred's eyes blogged out in panic at the Russians stern words and icy death glare. "Whoa there big guy! I didn't mean anything like that! So stop right there about whatever is going on in the big creepy Russian head of yours!"

Ivan let out a deep breath and loosened his hold on his slacks. "Convince me not to."

"Fine… So I suppose in a way he did hurt me, BUT I hurt him also." He lowered his voice and looked up over the menus at someone or something across the dining hall. Ivan followed his gaze and landed his violet eyes on slim tall man with blond choppy hair that barely covered his hideous dark eyebrow. Why was his sweet sunflower staring at such a horrendous sight?

"How so?"

"Because we broke up. His family is part of some big Tea business in England and they were putting him in charge of their family's branch over there, so that would mean he would have to move there. I didn't want him to… but obviously his stupid British tea was more important than his boyfriend. We fought, broke up, and he was gone the next day! That tea-gulping jerk..." Alfred scrunched his noise at the man though his face was still hidden.
Just speaking about Arthur gave him confused feelings. One half wanted to kick the man in the balls, while the other wanted to throw himself into his arms and never have them separated again. He hated him, yet he missed him.

Ivan had never stopped staring at the Englishman during Alfred's entire confession about his past love interest. The more he stared, the more he wanted to beat the man with a pipe. How dare he leave Alfred behind for some boring tealeaf job. The American was like a ball a sunshine that could vanish any rainy day while smelling like a field of sunflowers all at the same time. Well, that's at least what Ivan thought.

He made sure to clear his throat and take a few more breaths before speaking again. "That is a terrible story but also a nice one."

Alfred tilted his head in confusion and looked puzzled at his Russian boyfriend. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Do not take it in ill manner. If the ублюдок never left, than I would have never been able to be with you." Ivan smiled kindly and reached under the table for Alfred's shaky hand that was on his lap. "You make me so happy Fredka. I am glad that we are together."

Alfred blushed and swallowed slowly at his boyfriend mushy words. Why was Ivan always so lovey dovy? It had to be a Russian thing. But then again, Arthur also said stupid things like that also…

The American smiled in return and squeezed Ivan's hand into who smiled wider at him. "Yeah me too big guy. I'm really glad that I have a big cuddly Russian boyfriend who knows how to beat the shit out of someone and also know every fact known to man about sunflowers. Did I ever mention how hot that is?"

Ivan chuckled then used his other hand to grab the bottom of Alfred's chair and pull it closer to him. "Hmm da, but I would love to hear it again?" he purred close to the side of his boyfriend's ear. Alfred shivered but smiled at the playfulness and leaned over so that he was an inch from Ivan's ear.

"Very sexy." He whispered feeling flirty and suddenly wanting the whole fancy restaurant to be empty and just have him and Ivan there alone.

"Это вам, что это сексуально" Ivan growled against Alfred's skin that made him get goose bumps and wanting to leap onto the Russians lap.

"Fuck. I love it when you speak Russian to me Vanya." He whimpered softly yet teasingly to the larger built man. "How about you speak it to me tonight when we are having se-"

"Ah-Hm…"

Alfred practically leaped from his chair and knocked down his fort of menus in the process at the surprise. Ivan just groaned that the mood was broken and they were interrupted.

"Sorry to disturb you both but I am here to take your order." The waiter said looking at Alfred because of the icy glares the Russian was sending the man.

Alfred snapped out of his embarrassment and flipped the menu open to point and tell their waiter all the things that he wanted to order. The French Waiter scribbled down the long list of items onto his black little notepad before turning to the silvered hair man who had a childish smile on his face.

"And for you sir?" he asked with his French accent dripping off his tongue.

"I am not hungry. Just vodka is fine." The French man nodded his head and turned to leave and place the lengthy amount of food items in the hands of the chief who will demand how many mouths he is feeding.

Ivan folded his hands together and rested his elbows on the table so he could lean his head stop them. "Your appetite still impresses me you know." He said. He also noticed that the waiter had took with him the menus and Alfred didn't seem pick up on them missing.

Alfred laughed and took a sip of his wine before wincing in remembrance that he hated the drink. He'd take tea over wine any day. "What can I say? I'm a growing boy."

"You are 21. I do not think that is something someone of your age can use. One day you will grow tired of the amount and my wallet will be at peace." He chuckled when Alfred pouted out him. Seeing him pout like a child in such a fancy restaurant and in a full black suit was amusing.

"Hold your horses there cowboy, are you saying that I am getting fat?"

"Fat? Not at all. But I do wonder where all that food goes to."

"Oh really? Is it my hips? Or maybe you think it's my ass. Jeez if you think I'm getting fat then just say it already will ya?" Ivan could tell that Alfred was staring to get into his emotions by the way his face was reddening and words coming out a fast uneven pace.

"Fredka I do not think you are fat. You have very attractive body and that I can promise you. I never meant-"

"-for it to come out like it did all rudely? Well it did. You know what? I need to use the bathroom." Alfred huffed as he got up and tossed his napkin that was on hip lap down on the table in front of Ivan.

"Fredka there is no need for you to act like this."

"So now I'm acting like a child huh?" Alfred spat loud around for others to hear over their own meal conversations.

Ivan let out a sharp breath and knew that people were started to stare but he didn't care. "Please sit back down."

"I said I needed to use the bathroom." And with that Alfred spun around on his heels and strode himself up the stairs to find the bathroom on the second floor. Ivan watched the American march his way up each step till he was out of sight. He groaned and leaned back against his chair, folding his hands on the table while he played with his thumbs. He never meant to make Alfred mad. He knew how insecure the blonde was about his weight and knew not to ever mention anything about it but tonight he let it slip. No, Alfred just misunderstood was he was saying. He would never say or do anything to harm his sunflower in any way. It hurt to just sit there and watch his little ray of light just walk away in an anger mood.

Maybe he should go and speak with him about the misunderstanding? Speaking about it in the privacy of a restroom seemed like a better place than in a crowded high-class restaurant.

Ivan turned his head around back to the stairs where Alfred had left in hope of seeing him walking back down them with a smile on his face that said 'I'm sorry.'

As his violet eyes scanned the staircase, he spotted another blonde make their way up the stairs in a hidden rush.

~.~

"Stupid commie jerkface." Alfred muttered while whipping a few stray tears that he had let slip. He had rushed into the restroom with his heart in a fit and his eyes on the urge of spilling over. He didn't mean to get so emotional about what Ivan had said but it still got to him pretty good.

Alfred took a few breaths and stared at himself in the fancy glamor mirror. His cheeks were bright red and eyes puffy and glazed. He safely secured his glasses into his suit pocket so he could whip his eyes more easily.

Ivan didn't mean what he said. He was being the adult in the situation while he just acted stupid. Alfred frowned and closed his eyes. How could he have just left like that? Talking it out was always the thing that worked whenever they argued. But here was Alfred, standing alone in the men's bathroom crying like a child. Maybe he really was childish…

Not paying attention, Alfred didn't notice the restroom door opening and shutting as someone entered the room.

He should just go back. Standing here in the bathroom wasn't going to help either of them. Ivan was probably waiting anxiously for him at the very moment. That was so Ivan… Always so patient…

"Alfred?"

Alfred snapped his eyes open at the familiar accented voice but stayed where he was and didn't bother to face the intruder. He gulped and just wished it were just his imagination playing another cruel joke on him.

"Are you all right?"

There is goes again. That damn voice in his head.

Though Alfred couldn't resist any longer. Slowly he turned, bitting his bottom lips and forcing his eyes to stay open and free of tears. Once facing the person he let out a gasp of air and the holding of the tears became ten times harder.

"Hey Arthur… Long time no see."

The Englishman smiled softly and seemed to let out a sigh of relief of his own. "Indeed… Too bloody long if you ask me."

"Well whose fault is that?" Alfred didn't mean for it to come out but it did anyways. Too late to take it back now but he didn't regret it.

Arthur frowned and looked sadly at the American who was standing a few feet from him. "Ah yes, I suppose that it is-"

"Why are you here?" Alfred clinched his fist and stared emotionless at the older and taller blonde whose green eyes were gleaming on him in grief.

"I saw you have you spat with another gentleman and came to check on you-"

"No. Why are you here in America? You left, remember?" Alfred snapped, cutting him off.

Arthur looked at the ground for a moment before returning his stare to those fierce blue eyes. "Yes I do remember, but it is what I remembered that brought me back."

"And what was that?"

"You."

Alfred stared at him in anger and disbelief. Those mixed feelings of wanting to punch and embrace him were all coming back just as fast and hard. "Well if that's the reason then I think you should go back to England. Sorry to bring you all the way back after three years."

Arthur looked hurt at the words but wasn't going to give up. He took a step closer to the shorter blond and spoke. "Why do you say that? I understand that we have been broken up for three years Alfred, but that didn't mean my feelings for you have changed since then. Living in England was dreadful knowing that you were thousands miles away and hating me. I came in hope that maybe I can fix us and-"

"I have a boyfriend now, Arthur. When you left me I felt like complete hell you know? I honestly didn't think I would find anyone else to care for and maybe fall in love with but I did. I fell in love with Ivan and I'm still in love with him. You coming back isn't going to change that. I'm sorry but when we agreed that we were over, I meant my half of it." Alfred's words became softer and softer till he was at the point of whispering his statement to the Englishman. It hurt him a little to say it but he meant every word of it. He once was in love with Arthur but now he was with Ivan and nothing was going to change that.

"Alfred, then just please let me apologize. I didn't mean to you hurt you and you know that. I had to leave you behind even though I wished so badly that I could take you with me, I couldn't. Everyday I regretted how we said our goodbyes. It was wrong. I was wrong. I just never had the courage to actual tell you that till now. It took me three years to gather the courage and face you Alfred F. Jones." Arthurs voice was starting to rise and become shaky as he spoke. Alfred just watched and bit his lip to keep it from shaking.

Arthur started walking forward till he was just inches from Alfred's flustered face. Slowly and cautiously, he caressed the side of the Americans face with the back of his white glove. "Three years for me so realize how madly in love I was with you." Arthur whispered. "Please Alfred, let me prove it to you."

Alfred lifted his eyes so they stared into green. He saw sorrow, pain, and honesty. Arthur was telling the truth and it was only making Alfred's heart hurt more. Taking a shuddering breath, Alfred answered, "How?"

~.~

Outside the restroom door a tall sturdy man stood with his head pressed slightly against the door, listening to all what was being said and growing angrier and angrier with every word.

AN: Sorry for any grammar mistakes and spelling errors. I typed this around 2:00am right after I got home from a Scotty McCreery concert.
Now I wonder what Ivan is going to do about this man trying to steal his sunflower? And what will Arthur do to try and restore the love with Alfred that they used to share? Alfred is one lucky duck.

Russian Translations:

Это вам, что это сексуально - It is you that is sexy
ублюдок –Bastards