Anya pushed her cheeks outwards in a huff. "You're not fucking listening to me..." She held her hips, standing in front of the distracted Alfred. "Why don't you quit stuffing your damn face long enough to actually help me, bastard?"

She'd been under a lot of stress lately, her boss had suddenly disappeared, leaving her with more work than she could actually handle. She was a strong and smart girl, but there was only one of her, and she had been pushing dates back on her paperwork for weeks now. She had actually gotten excited when Alfred offered to help, so excited she forgot how lazy the American could be.

"ALFRED!" She snapped, taking a hold of Nantucket, pulling it roughly. "Fucking listen to me, goddammit!"

"Ow, hey, leggo!" He whined, dropping his burger. "What? ! What do you want? !"

"You promised to help me with my paperwork, you jerk!" She growled, her hands planted firmly on the table in front of her and Alfred.

He waved his hand in dismissal at the paperwork. "Why don't you just dump it on someone else? We can go get a burger or something!~"

He had a good idea, Anya knew it. But she was a hard worker and was proud of it. She couldn't just dump work that was hers into someone else's lap. She simply couldn't. She sighed as she took her seat again, rubbing her forehead. "Alfred...I actually believed you wanted to help me this time..."

Alfred lowered his brows, and stood up from his chair just enough to lean over the table. "Hey, I wanna help." He nudged under her chin, pushing her head up to look him in the eye. "Tell me what to do, okay?" He smiled and leaned in close to her.

Anya pushed him away, growling again. "Don't you dare!"

Alfred had been making moves on her for a few weeks now, since she and Ludwig had been hitting multiple bumps in their relationship. She was afraid to actually admit she was losing faith in him, and in herself. But that's something he would surely take advantage of if she said it out loud.

Alfred snapped back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest angrily. "Shit," he said, turning his head away. "you're still all over that kid, I can't believe you'd be so stupid! Come on, Anya, you and I both know what he did wasn't freakin' right! But you're just letting it all go down like this? I thought you were better than this." His eyes widened and quickly darted to her after realizing what he had said to her.

"You can't believe...I'D be so stupid?" She repeated, the pen in her hand snapping under the pressure of her hand, bending it. "Did you really just say that to me?" she let the black ink drip down her hands and through her fingers.

"N...you know what I'm trying to say, don't get all mad about it!" He looked away a bit nervously.

"FUCK YOU." She stood up, growling as her chair flew back. Alfred's eyes widened as she lifted one of her legs on the table, leaning over and grabbing him by the collar of her shirt. "How fucking dare you say that to me? ! I'm the stupid one here, huh? At least I'm not the fat ass country everyone hates! That's fucking right, everyone HATES you! And you know why? ! Because you can't stay the hell out of anyone's business! You're always saying the wrong fucking thing at the wrong fucking time, and you. Are. STUPID!"

Alfred grabbed her wrists, glaring up at her as he gripped onto them tightly. "Let go of me Anya! you know what I meant!"

Anya lifted him from the back of his chair and shoved him back into it. "Shut the fuck up! I don't fucking care about what you have to say, every fucking word that comes out of your fucking mouth is irritating!"

Alfred growled, and pulled Anya's hand's away from him, not realizing she left her inky hand prints on him. "I said let go of me!"

Alfred held her wrists even tighter, and Anya winced, pulling them towards herself, trying to get away from Alfred. "Stop, let go it hurts!"

She shook her head, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. Alfred noticed the tears, and sighed, kissing them away. "Stop crying, Anya..."

"Don't kiss me!" She started to squirm, trying to escape his hold on her. "Let go of me, Alfred! Just fucking get out!"

Alfred lowered his brows, staring at Anya. "No...I want to help." He pulled her arms behind him as he pushed himself closer to her. "Even if you don't want my help..."

Anya stared at him for a second with wide blue eyes, and then lowered her brows, squirming more. "No, Alfred stop it, please! I don't want to kiss you, please!"

He pulled her more, forcing her to put her other leg on the table. He brushed his lips over hers softly. "I promise, I won't do it again...just this once..." He pushed his lips against hers.

She started to squirm and shake more, turning her head away from him after she felt him make contact with her. "No no no! I don't want to, please Alfred, let go of me!"

Alfred followed the direction she turned her head, and kept her hands behind him, her body was now pressed against his as he stared into her eyes. "I'll let you go...I promise..." He pressed his lips against her's again, and was surprised when she didn't pull away, but then realized she had left her lips in a straight line, pressing them together firmly. He let go of one of her hands, and moved his arm under her, gripping onto her bottom gently.

She gasped, and then muffled into his lips as he quickly pushed his tongue into her mouth, flicking his own against hers. She was pleading into his lips, tears rushing down her face as her free hand pushed, smacked, and punched his shoulder harshly. "No! Get off, no!" She started to whine and whimper as Alfred pushed her body down, on top of the paper work, crumpling it. "A..Alfred no, don't please! Stop!"

He ignored her, pinning both of her hands at her sides and he pulled away from her lips and kissed down her cheek and chin. He lay kissed over her jawline, slowly moving down to her neck. He let his kisses become softly and loving, but suddenly stopped as Anya cried out. "Hero, I need my Hero!"

He moved away from her, and stared down at her as she stayed laying on the paper work, her hands over her etched red face, sobbing. "A...Anya...?" He removed her hands, revealing her damp cheeks and the streams of tears that seeped out from each corner of her eyes. "No, no don't cry Anya! I'm here, I stopped!"

She started to hiccup, curling her fingers into the palms of her hands, tightly. "I...I want m..my hero. Please give him back, please..."

"I am your hero, darlin'..." Alfred tilted his head, still holding her wrists. "What makes you think I'm not him?"

"M...my," She started, swallowing her saliva nervously as she stared up at Alfred, trying to kick the edges he had lifted from the bottom of her dress back down. "my hero...would never do this...not to me, no. I want my hero..."

Alfred stared at her for a while as she cried, eventually slipping his fingers through hers and taking his seat again as she drifted into sleep, closing her tired, damp, red eyes.

Relax...

Relax...

Relax...

"Please...wake up for me, Anya."