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Chapter 2

Alfred noticed that his father had seemed happier since last night, but he also seemed to be glued to his laptop, and that was very strange, especially for a man who believes too much of the 'small screens' is bad for you. The young boy sat in his room, trying to work it out as he heard his father chuckle slightly downstairs.

He couldn't be talking to Mom, because he'd be in a bad mood by now. Maybe to one of his friends?

Alfred tried to think of any friends his father even had. There was the Chinese guy who lived next door, but Arthur only really talked to him if he needed someone to look after Alfred. His son suddenly realised what a loner Arthur was – he didn't even have any proper friends!

Maybe it was a good thing he was talking to someone online then, Alfred thought, smiling a little. No matter what it looked like to other people, Alfred did love his father, he just didn't like him very much.

Whoever this girl is, she really knows how to talk to people…Arthur thought as 'France' sent something else, making him smile a little. He supposed he should've expected what came next.

'So, you seem like an interesting man. We should meet up for dinner sometime, oui?' She said. Arthur didn't reply for a few minutes, so she continued.

'I mean, why are you on a match site if you didn't want to meet new people, hm?' She had a point.

'Alright,' Arthur typed back, and she sent him the details of a nice restaurant that only happened to be a little way from his own house.

Le Bel Endroit? He had gone past it a few times, but never really paid much attention to it.

'When?' He typed back, and she immediately replied, 'Saturday evening? 7pm?'

'Sounds good.' He replied shortly, though inside he was actually excited. 'How shall I know it's you?'

'Blonde hair, blue eyes, calling your name until you look over?'

He smiled, she still wasn't giving much away, was she?

'Alright then,' he sent, and she replied with that somewhat cheesy line, 'It's a date, mon cher…'

'I have to go now, but I'll look forward to seeing you then.' He said, about to log off, before another message popped up.

'Oui, mon cher, so will I…' That made him happy for some reason. Someone is willingly talking to me and wants to go on a – don't get ahead of yourself, Arthur. He mentally calmed himself, before going upstairs to Alfred's room.

The boy was enthusiastically killing some teddy bears with a little toy alien his parents had bought him when he was a baby.

"Having fun?" The man asked casually, going over and sitting on the boy's bed.

"What's up, Dad?" Alfred asked, putting 'Tony' – the alien – down to show that he was giving him his full attention, and grinning at him.

Arthur raised a huge eyebrow, before smiling back slightly.

"I'm going out on Saturday night, and I'm going to ask Yao to look after you, is that alright?"

Alfred pulled a face. "But you can't even breathe in that house without him saying 'Don't break this or don't touch that!', and his kids are mean! Can't I stay with…hm…" He thought for a while, before his face lit up. "What about Miss Hed – Heda – Harvey?" Alfred could never pronounce her name, but Elizaveta was always nice to him.

"If you mean Miss Héderváry, I don't think she wants to be burdened with you again…"

"But I promise I'll be good this time!" Alfred looked at him – he had perfected a certain 'puppy-dog' look over the years, and Arthur always seemed to fall for it eventually.

"Alright, I'll call her. But if there's even a hint of unwillingness in her voice, then you're staying with Yao, understand?" But Alfred wasn't listening.

"Yay!" He shouted, running happily around the room. Elizaveta only lived down the street, but the way Alfred was acting, you'd have thought she was some long-lost aunt or something. Arthur sighed, knowing that Elizaveta would be more than happy for his son to stay with her – after all, it must be lonely living by yourself.

He began going down the stairs, but had to stop as Alfred zoomed past him and stood next to the phone excitedly. Arthur shook his head a little at this, before dialling the number and putting a finger on his lips, signalling Alfred should be quiet.

A chirpy sounding woman with a strong Hungarian accent answered.

"Szia?" Arthur assumed she said 'Hello' and began.

"Hello, it's – "

"Arthur? How nice to hear from you again!" He didn't realise his voice was so easily identifiable.

"Yes, hello. Um, I was wondering, are you free on Saturday night?" He blushed as he realised what that sounded like. "T-To look after Alfred I mean."

Elizaveta seemed oblivious – or maybe she was just being kind – and immediately replied.

"Of course! May I ask where you're going on said Saturday evening?" She was nice, but she did like a bit of information. Before he could reply, she squealed down the phone.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Arthur?"

"N-No…" He replied, turning away from Alfred to hide his blush.

"…Boyfriend, then?" She sounded a lot more hopeful this time.

"No!" Arthur almost yelled, but she just laughed.

"Alright, alright….so?"

"How about I tell you when I drop Alfred off?"

"Okay then! What time?"

"Um…is half past six alright for you?"

"Mm hmm!" Again, Arthur was going to take that for a 'yes'.

"Thank you so much. Bye now." He hung up, slightly happier now that Alfred had been dealt with.

Alfred, who was hanging on every word his father had said, started skipping around in the hallway in excitement.

"What day is it today, Dad?" He asked, stopping right next to his father.

"It's Friday…" He trailed off.

He'd known what the day was, but it didn't register that he would be going on his date…TOMORROW!

The thought made him very excited, and he had to calm himself down before Alfred thought he was having some sort of seizure.

"Oh yeah…YUSH! No more school for a whole 2 days!" Alfred always got happier over the weekends – he always thought school was boring and he was never going to need it in the future.

Well, he wasn't, but if Arthur told him that, Alfred would never go to school again.

"AND…I get to see Miss what's-her-name too! She has like THE BEST cookies in the whole wide world!" He gestured wildly with his hands to help put his point across. Arthur didn't bother correcting him again, he'd never be able to say her surname so there was no point in wasting breath.


As soon as Arthur pulled up outside Elizaveta's house, Alfred was out of the car and knocking loudly on the door. It opened almost immediately and both Alfred and Elizaveta grinned at each other excitedly. She had probably been waiting for this as much as Alfred had. She enjoyed spending time with his son, although Arthur would never fully understand why. He walked up the pretty, well-kept drive and was greeted with a friendly hug from the Hungarian. She beckoned them both inside and directed Alfred to the cookies in the kitchen, before literally dragging Arthur into another room. God, she was strong when she wanted to be.

"So…?" Her eyes gleamed as she waited for Arthur to explain. Much like another child. Maybe that's why they got along so well.

"It's…a date, I guess." He confessed, and Elizaveta was confused as to why he couldn't mention that over the phone. He saw her look and explained.

"Alfred…and I…still aren't completely…over his mother leaving…" The Hungarian smiled sympathetically at him.

"I understand. So, he doesn't know you're going on a date, I take it?" Arthur shook his head.

"So, where does he think you're going?"

"He didn't ask." Arthur said simply, shrugging a little. Elizaveta smiled, and hugged him again.

"I think you're doing the right thing, Arthur." She told him, releasing him and smiling at him warmly. The Englishman smiled back slightly, before glancing at the clock on the wall behind her.

"I have to go now. Thanks again for this!" Arthur said, already heading for the front door again.

"It's my pleasure! Oh, and Arthur?" She called, making him stop and turn around.

"Yes?"

"I can let Alfred stay overnight if you want me to…" She winked at him, and he blushed, muttering a nervous "That won't be necessary, thank you!" before getting back in the car and driving off down the street.

Elizaveta smiled, before joining Alfred in the kitchen with the now half-empty plate of cookies.


A/N: Haha…okay so although this basically tells you nothing, I wanted to put more detail into it! But I promise you it will move along more soon! Next chapter is the date~~~

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