A Life Without You Is Not The Same

Show: Naruto and Hetalia- Axis Powers

Plot: Sequel to 'Long Way to Happy'...Kakashi is back, but Iruka doesn't want anything to do with him. Not after what he did to him. Not after the way he left. Now Iruka's taking steps to moving on. Including going out with Alfred F Jones, an American. AU obviously and YAOI.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and Hetalia. Otherwise it'd be having major yaoi problems.

Chapter 2

Alfred's POV

"J-Just a moment!" I heard the brown headed male say after a moment. "I don't know who you are or what your name is."

I turned to face him, a twinkle in my eye as I said, "I'm Alfred Jones and I'm a hero."

The other male's face showed no sign of being impressed. I walked over to the brunette quickly. I began to poke his head gently. The tanned man snapped at me saying that he had a kid, pointing to the blond child that was sitting on the floor, playing with his toys. My blue eyes met crystal blue eyes.

"You sure he's yours?" I asked, also pointing at the child while looking at the other male.

"Just get out!" he grumbled at me.

As I headed out the door, I asked, "What about your name?"

"It's Iruka. Now go visit your friend," Iruka said shutting the door in my face.

Iruka's POV

I undid my hair tie, letting my shoulder length hair fall down. Scooping up Naruto, I headed into the kitchen. I sat the child into a chair before finishing up our dinner. A tired expression wore on my face. As I got the dishes out that we would be using, I looked over at Naruto. The small boy was busily scribbling something on a piece of paper. I raised an eyebrow. I turned off the stove. Wiping my hands on my pants, I headed over to look at what he was drawing.

A blond headed stick figure was on the paper. I sat down in a nearby chair.

"Naruto, mind if I ask who this is?"

"It's your friend 'Ruka-daddy!" Naruto piped up cheerfully.

"You mean that man that was in here a while ago?"

All my son would do was nod. I combed my fingers through my brown hair. I began to wander where Naruto had gotten that idea. Had it been when Alfred said that he was visiting a friend? Was that why my blond headed child thought that Alfred was my friend?

"Naru, that man's not my friend. Remember that talk we had about strangers? Well he's one of those," I explained. "He'll never be my friend."

Just as Naruto looked up at me, another knock sounded at the door. I sighed and went to go get it. As I swung the door open, I saw Alfred standing there. An awkward smile was on his face. I looked back to see Naruto looked at us. I looked back at the American.

"Let me guess you smelled the food?" I asked him.

A light red tint painted the American's cheeks, but he nodded. I stepped aside, allowing him in. I walked over to the table, picking up the piece of paper from Naruto. I pulled out an extra plate. I began to set everything out on the table while Naruto and Alfred sat there talking.

Thirty minutes later

I sat across from Alfred after I had finished giving Naruto a bath and putting him to bed. My fingers busily scratched the table. Silence fell upon us once again for the third time that evening. Blue eyes fell on me and I looked at my table.

Alfred's POV

I reached over to touch the other male's hair, but I quickly drew my hair away. I had to have more self control. I mean I was supposed to be the hero! I scooted away from the table and stood up. His chocolate brown eyes shot up at the sound. I smiled as bright as I could.

"I gotta head back to my hotel before my father gets his undies bunched up," I said. "Thanks for the meal!"

As I turned to head to the door, I heard Iruka get up quickly. I turned my head to watch him pull his hair up.

"I'll walk you out. There's a lot of drunk people crawling about out here," Iruka said.

"I'm used to drunk people. Back in American, I lived all over the place. Mardi Gras gets hectic in the last place I used to live at," I said, chuckling nervously.

Iruka shook his head a bit. Apparently my little story didn't impress him when he walked to the door. He looked back at me.

"The drunks here are worse. Promise me," I heard him say as he gripped the door knob.