Hey guys! I know it's not Wednesday but hey! I got a review..yay, So i'd like to thank SparklePaws for that review, very nice, thank you.

Alfred was upset, and that's saying something, it takes a lot to make the cheerful blonde upset. Like alot alot, like a big annoying Russian who has anger issues a lot. Alfred sighed as he walked, who does that guy think he is anyway? He thinks he can boss people around because he's bigger? Oh noooo Alfred was not gonna deal with that stuff. He was the HERO he put villains like that to rest everyday. In his head…. He shook his head, it would due him good to just forget about the tall, asshole, stupid, commie, intriguing, flower shop working, and not to mention hot Russian. Alfred felt a blush creep up his face when he realized where exactly his thought process was going. If there was one thing that Alfred F. Jones was definitely certain of about himself, was that he was certainly. NOT. gay. Probably. Alfred shook his head, nope, he had a crush on the pretty shop owner lady. Not the hot shop worker man. This he was sure of….Right? Alfred walked up to his door, he lived in a very dingy apartment at the edge of town. He made a face and jimmied the lock, stepping into the hot and muggy apartment. Alfred sighed, he really wished Mattie still lived with him. Alfred fell backwards on his bed splaying out his arms and breathing in heavily, and out heavily. Alfred gripped the sheets, his legs were swinging off the small bed. He missed Matthew more than anything, he was always so close to his brother, then at sixteen he left there mismatched home and struck it out alone. Eventually Mattie caught up, they met back up and made a life for themselves in the city. Now Alfred wasn't jealous, but every since Lars showed up Mattie had been leaving him, slowly albeit, but Alfred wasn't stupid. Even if everyone seemed to think so. Ever since Matt had moved out to live with his boyfriend well, he's been more and more distant. Alfred stared at his phone...maybe if he called him?

..ring...ring….ring...Thanks for calling sorry I couldn't pick up the phone! His twin brother's voice rang out. Alfred hung up and threw his phone carelessly on the carpet, he was probably asleep anyway. Or not, it was only seven thirty. Alfred removed his glasses and curled up in his discount bed. 'Maybe i'll go to the flower shop tomorrow to see if Ivans there' Alfred sleepily closed his eyes, to chew him out of course, for being such a villain.

Ivan woke up much too early, he blearily looked at his digital clock, 5:00 Ivan groaned it was way too early. He didn't even have to work till noon. Ivan sighed, how unfortunate. Ivan stretched and made his way to the stove, then he stopped, he could cook….but he really didn't feel like it. Raisin bran was better anyway. After Ivan's wonderful breakfast, and a long shower, he decided to get to work early, better to be earlier than later. Ivan spared another quick glance at the clock before rushing out the door, 7:00 eh, being five hours early never hurt anyone. Ivan shimmied through the door of the bright flower shop, breathing in the fresh scent of floral bliss. "Ah, Ivan, como estas?" The Spanish man currently behind the counter, "You're here early amigo!" Ivan allowed a small smile to grace his face, it was really hard to be in a bad mood in front of Antonio. Ivan shook his head, "Privyet, Antonio, I am doing fine, I am sure you are as well, do you want to co the counter today?" Antonio smiled, "Si, si, Mi roma is coming in soon, I'm sure you will enjoy meeting him, he is very charming!" The Russian smiled, "Yes, sure, sorry Antonio, what day is it?" The Spaniard smiled, "Ah, mi amigo es de Sabado! Saturday!" Ivan smiled, he has at least four days till he has to deal with the American idiot again! "Spasibo, Antonio." Antonio brightened as Ivan made his way behind the counter, "Anytime, my friend." The next few hours or so were spent in blissful silence between the two workers, occasionally helping an odd customer or two.

"I'm just saying dude, like, why do you hate him so much? All he does is coddle you and say nice things about you! Even if it is in Spanish!" A clearly accented voice respond to the voice that Ivan knew quite well by now. "That bastard doesn't know shit! All he does is say stupid shit about tomatoes!" Alfred laughed, "Come on Romano! Don't hate on someone who totally loves you dude!" this 'Romano' scoffed, "No, he is a bastard, he is a clingy tomato bastard!" Alfred laughed, "Dude just give him a break!" The rowdy american along with a annoyed Italian walked through the door, the Italian had his arms crossed defiantly and had almost no time before Antonio was on him. Poor guy. "MI ROMA TOMATE BOSS ANTONIO MISSED YOU!" Romano panicked, "Get off me you tomato bastard! I only worked for you once! Asshole!" Romano struggled in his grasp and eventually squeezed out. Alfred was busy laughing hysterically, while Ivan was watching everything coldly. That American seemed to be a plague in his life. "Alfredo you jerk! Why don't you help me escape from the Spanish bastards clutches?" Alfred laughed, "dude, I just can't break up true love." Romano's face turned very red, and he was promptly dragged into the back room to, 'calm down.'

Ivan's cold gaze rested on the young man, "You know that I now have to manage the storefront by myself." Alfred looked around, "Well you aren't exactly busy dude." Ivan just rolled his eyes. Alfred crossed his arms, "So, hey I kinda wanted to apologize about like, starting a fight at Britons bar the other day, even though it wasn't my fault at all." Ivan raised an eyebrow, was this his way of apologizing? If Ivan didn't hate his capitalist pig guts, he might have found it endearing. "I suppose I should apologize as well, for nearly rearranging your face even though you completely deserved it, da?" Alfred's laugh was slightly chocked, "Dude, there is no way I would have actually let you hit me, I knew you weren't gonna do it." Ivan glared, "I can assure you, you were completely at my mercy." Alfred shook his head, "Nuh-uh dude, if I could prove it to you, I would." Ivan's eyes took on a dangerous, moving from behind the counter to stand in front of the american, a hand resting on the boys shoulder. "I do not see why we cannot." The color drained from Alfred's face, but just as last time he refused to back down. "I'm not scared of you!" Ivan smiled, "That is a mistake Fredka!" Ivan laughed gleefully, as Alfred attempted to push the beast away. Alfred pitched backward, grabbing the front of Ivan's shirt as he fell. Alfred fell backwards while Ivan fell forwards. Alfred braced himself for the painful impact of the floor. Ivan gasped and swiftly regained balance by gripping a shelf of pale purple flowers. Half-way bent over, Ivan reached for Alfred, just barely catching him by his shirt, his head inches from the cold, tiled floor of the shop. Alfred looked up at Ivan with a startled and scared look in his eyes, he knew the floor was hard and he certainly knew that something much worse than a concussion could have resulted from such a fall. Ivan couldn't take this look on the young blonde and realized he did not like the look of fear on his face. Ivan lifted him up and placed both hands on his shoulders. Alfred was speechless, staring up at Ivan with a petrified look still in place. Ivan shook him slightly and laughed nervously, "Ah, Fredka, it was just a fall da? No need to look so startled!" It wasn't the fall that scared Alfred. It was the fact that such a villain had saved his-well-life. Alfred shook his head at the russian, he had no idea how to even say thank you for such a thing. Alfred looked down at his shoes, "Uh er- t-tha...eh" Alfred sighed, he just could not bring himself to say two simple words. Ivan smiled, oh. He was not scared, he was ashamed. Ivan softly tipped his chin up and smiled at the man, "What was that Fredka? I didn't hear you!" Ivan just could not get how adorable Alfred was being at the moment. Alfred blushed, "Just, thank you ok! Geez!" Alfred turned his head and crossed his arms. Ivan's eyes widened, he was pouting! How absolutely cute. Ivan ruffled the shorter man's hair. "You are being very cute comrade." Alfred's blushed increased as he shoved his hands away. "Watch the hair dude!" Luckily the Russian hadn't touched that piece, but, it was close. "Also i'm not cute, I'm manly!" Ivan shook his head, ignoring the odd behavior, "Sure, Fredka, indeed, you are manly."

"Well no all of us are freakishly tall!" Alfred huffed. Ivan scowled. And the two just stared at each other in silence, Alfred was blushing and crossing his arms while Ivan was smiling and still had one hand placed on his shoulder. That is the exact moment that Romano and Antonio decided to come out of the closet-er break room. "MIO DIO! Are we interrupting something! Lo siento, Lo siento! Me and Lovi will leave you two love birds to yourselves then!" Alfred and Ivan sprung apart at the interruption, Alfred stuttered, "No, no it's not like that! I just fell and-" The spaniard was already dragging a reluctant Italian out the door, "Si! Fell in love mi amigo!" Antonio was already out the door before either of the men could retaliate.

Alfred's blush increased, while a small tinge of red was introducing itself to Ivan's face. Alfred let out a shaky laugh, "Ha, like i'd ever fall in love with you or even be interested in the first place! Crazy clerk…." Ivan let out an equally shaky grunt, "Ehe, That statement is true for both of us comrade." Alfred looked sharply at Ivan, "Oh come on, you totally love me! It's so obvious." Ivan raised an eyebrow and adjusted his scarf, "Ah sure, because I was the one blushing profusely a second ago." Alfred glared, "That's just because of the hair dude!" Ivan looked confused, "Wha-?" Alfred slapped a piece of paper into his hand, "Whatever, bye," Alfred stalked through the door. Ivan looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. 321-5567 a number? Now why would the man who basically just claimed he hated him, give him his number. Ivan smirked, unless he lied about his true feelings. Hm, well, maybe Ivan lied a little bit too.

Did you enjoy that? I enjoyed that. Our little Roma tomato made an appearence, I mean, I kinda wanna right Spamano. But like, I can't even write Romano he's too harsh...i'm to nice! WELL IM OUT.

~AexM