Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.


Alfred's 1978 Ford Fairmont rattled down the uneven road to the small apartment him and his husband shared. It had been a hard day at work; he had to work three shifts at Applebees, in need of the money and the need to stay busy. He had to keep his mind off the war. Alfred pulled into his parking spot marked 301 and gazed up at the old, run down building. It was the only apartment complex that was in their budget range. Sighing, the blond got out of the car and mentally prepared himself for the three story climb.

As the worn out American approached the building, he noticed a small, folded up piece of paper taped to the front of his mailbox. Taking a small detour, Alfred got the paper and read it.

Dear Alfred F. Jones,

I am sorry to inform you, but due to continuous late rant payments I am forced to evict you. Do not take this personal, it is business Mr. Jones. I am giving you until the end of the month to either pay your outstanding balance of $950, including this months' rent, or leave.

From,

Your landlord Roderick

"Fuck…" Alfred cursed under his breath. He pulled his hand back, crumbling up the paper, before punching the wall with his full strength out of anger. As he pulled his bloody hand back, he felt the pain set it. "Fuck…" He said again. This could not be happening…He had a baby girl on the way; she was still about two months away from being born. Alfred did have enough money to pay the balance, but then he wouldn't have enough to pay for the hospital bill. The government did help pay but with the economy being so bad, Alfred was lucky to even get money. Arthur couldn't get back to work until his short maternity leave was over. Alfred tried so hard to be a good husband and soon to be father.

Life had taken a down ward turn for Alfred. He placed the blame on the damn war; before it everything was fine, but it took his perfect eyesight. Alfred pushed his glasses up his nose with a sigh. The little energy Alfred had had drained from his tired body. He stuffed the paper into his back pocket before starting the climb up the old, rusty stairs.

The climb was longer, Alfred needed time to think. Should he tell Arthur the truth, that they were having money problems. Or should he try to keep it from Arthur? Both sounded bad…All too soon his door was before him and Alfred had yet to come up with an answer. He found the key, unlocked the door, and walked in. He put on his best smile for the man he loved.

"Arthur, I'm home." He called out into the small one room apartment.

"In the kitchen." A British voice called out. It didn't matter that Alfred could see Arthur from the door; it was nice to pretend they had a larger home. The kitchen opened to the living room, with two dark brown wooden doors that lead to the bathroom and the bedroom. The American looked too big in the small room, being mostly muscle. Alfred made sure to lock the door behind him after he entered and to hide his self-injured hand from the omega.

Arthur was in the kitchen fixing tea, one of the few things that he was very glad that their baby craved. If the food she craved was any sign, then she would be more like her father. "How was work?" He asked looking up at Alfred, a hand resting on his swollen stomach.

"Long…They made me work two extra shifts." Alfred replied, walking over to Arthur. He kissed the older man on the lips before placing his hand over Arthur's.

Arthur turned red in anger. "They should not make you work so hard, Alfred!"

"It's alright, we need the money." He shrugged it off. "So I'm not complaining." Alfred moved away from Arthur, moving to get a cup. He opened the fridge, to check what was in there to eat. There was very little left. "What do you feel like having for dinner?"

The pregnant male thought for a minute, rubbing his stomach. "Don't know, what do we have in there?" Arthur turned to open the fridge door more to check. There was a bag of already cooked ground beef. "How about something with ground beef? Do we have any soup to fix with it?"

Alfred turned to check in the cabinet. Luckily there were still a few cans of soup left. "Yeah, want to have potato soup with ground beef?" He left off the 'again'.

"Sounds lovely." Arthur smiled sweetly. It melted Alfred's heart and at that moment he was about to come clean about the letter he got, but he didn't. He didn't want to ruin this moment for them.

"Alright, I'll warm it up after I take a quick shower. I smell of sweat and an odd mixture of food." Alfred made a face, as if he smelled something bad. Arthur laughed, kissing his cheek.

"You do that, love." He then turned back to wait for the water to finish warming up. Alfred treated to the bathroom. Once the door was closed he deflated. How was he going to tell Arthur that they could lose their home a few months away from their baby being born?

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Alfred took a quick shower before coming out to fix dinner for the two and half of them. He didn't say much that evening. Arthur figured his silence was due to tiredness and didn't question it. After dinner, Arthur went to ready himself for bed as Alfred cleaned up. Still he said nothing.

When Arthur finished, Alfred made his way to the room. They laid in bed, Alfred spoke then. It was only sweet nothings to help Arthur sleep. When money became tight, Alfred had decided that Arthur needed more rest than him. Soon Arthur lay soundly asleep; Alfred smiled and quietly climbed out of bed. His metal dog tags clinked in the silence of the room. The blond left the room and walked to the kitchen.

A wooden box sat on top of the fridge, with ease Alfred pulled it down and put it on the table. Inside the box were chunks of clay. The clock on the wall behind the American read 9:40. Around this time, Alfred started to make a sculpture. Few of his other nightly sculptures sat around the room while the rest were lucky to be sold.

10:30 now read the clock, but Alfred could care less. He couldn't sleep at night anymore…Too many nightmarish memories plagued him at night.

11:00, one hour until midnight. The bedroom door creaked open and a heavily pregnant omega emerged. He padded over to his hunched over blond alpha. The clay had taken a shape, looking like a small unicorn.

Arthur was silent for a minute; he wrapped his arms around Alfred's broad shoulders, the other pausing in his craft. His stomach kept him from pressing closer to the man he loved. "Alfred…Come to bed, please."

"I…Arthur…There is something I need to tell you…" Alfred said in a sober voice. "You will probably want to sit down." Once his shoulders were free, Alfred set to work putting the clay back in the box and setting it aside. Arthur had a bad feeling. Most time Alfred would nod his head and follow him back to bed. The American took a deep breath before going on. "You know how money is tight for us?" Arthur nodded. "Well…Over the last few months it has…Gotten tighter…I haven't had enough money to pay the rent and put money aside for the hospital bill…"

"Alfred…What are you trying to say…?" Arthur was very worried; unconsciously he moved his hand to his stomach.

Alfred swallowed hard. "We're going to lose our home."


Thanks for reading! I'm going to try and get the second part up soon! Have a nice day/night!