A/N: HEELLLOOO! I am back! At last! I missed you guys! I went to OTAKON! It was AMAZING! Okay… now to the story! I hope there will be some yaoi in this chapter… let's see…. Okay… so what couples should I add into here? And who else should I add? And the reason why there are a lot of straight couples in this is because I'm trying to make it so it's believable and not everyone's gay. (hmmm… maybe I should make a yuri couple… whatcha gaiz think about that?) ALSO… I NEED A BETA! I. NEED. A. BETA. I. NEED. A. BETA. PLEASE.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia…. Maybe. MUHAHAHA. But no. seriously. ME NO OWNIE THE HETALIA. K? xD

Warning: Um…. Yaoi! YAY! :D LOL

Word count: 2,170 :D

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The cat streaked across the top of the large building's roof, almost blending in with the shadows. Limbs stretched out as the animal took a graceful leap across the space to the next house, the light patterns of dark and light hiding the cat's existence in the silent night. Running across the gutter, the tail kept him perfectly balanced. He jumped again, this time going right through the top window of the next building, into the waiting arms of his master. Perfectly choreographed.

"Where have you been?" Heracles purred, almost catlike himself. He was awarded a single 'mew' in response.

He chuckled once "You naughty kitty."

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In the Great Hall Ivan and a woman were arguing in angry yet hushed tones. Alfred's name came up many times and it was obvious that she did not like his being here.

"What do we do with him?" The blond woman asked Ivan, her voice was stern and the dislike was obvious in the tone. She was petite with large blue eyes and long black eyelashes. She was wearing a fine golden cloak made of silk with tiny eagles stitched on it. It was similar to Ivan's and it sparkled in the sunlight as if it was made of the real metal. The woman reached out towards the Russian man, in almost a need to be closer. He leaned away.

Silence.

"Brother. Husband. Please answer me." She pleaded, "I don't like that THING here in MY house. He shouldn't be here and YOU know that." Her accent became more prominent as she became more emotional.

More silence. Ivan looked thoughtful; one of his slender fingers tapped his chin as he pondered. After a long minute he finally spoke, "We shall see… he might be of great use to us, da."

She nodded once, her expression furious from his denial to her request. The woman spun around to walk away but a large hand on her shoulder stopped her, "And Natalia…" Ivan continued, for the first time acknowledging her by name instead of 'Wife', 'Sister', or 'Queen', "PLEASE do not do anything reckless or stupid. It would be most unfortunate, da?" Natalia nodded at him curtly. He released her and she walked away.

What they did not know was that a certain Prussian messenger of the gods was watching them from the high archways that connected the Great Hall to Natalia's special garden. He giggled at the scene, and he waited until Ivan left as well to slip off and lightly land on his feet at the base. Being careful not to step into the garden he made his way to the opposite doorway that led to the music hall. He thought that he had heard the musses begin their evening concert. Slipping past a few of the waitresses he grabbed a wine glass full of nectar off of a serving platter and made sure to grope her butt.

The waitress squeaked and turned around to scold whoever grabbed her but Gilbert was already gone.

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"I'm glad to hear that you are much better." Ivan smiled at the human, exposing a fake smile that only showed a few of his pearly teeth.

"I'm happy too." Alfred smiled back; he lifted his head off the pillow to look Ivan in the eyes, "Why are your eyes purple?"

"Hmm… I'm not entirely sure… I haven't given it much thought actually…" The god's eyebrows knit together. He quickly changed the subject, "You know… you can walk. Are you being lazy, da?"

"Com'mon dude… it's not every day that you have permission to just lay around. Any way… It's all a dream so why should I do any-." He was cut off by Ivan forceful lips against his own. In his own lazy banter Ivan had leaned forward enough to kiss him. "Mph..." Alfred moaned, trying to push the other man away, but failing horribly.

Ivan chuckled at the man's weak protests. Slowly he sneaked in his tongue in the frenzy of the surprise attack to Alfred's lips. He nipped the American's bottom lip once he pulled away.

The young boy just stayed there, frozen in place for the longest time and staring at Ivan in utter shock, slowly a light blush came upon Alfred's face; starting with his cheeks. Looking around, Ivan ushered the few young nurses that were staring at them away. The look he gave them had one meaning 'Do not tell the wife or you will regret it.' They all nodded, understandingly and they hurried out without a backwards glance.

Standing up, Ivan walked a few steps forward, "Follow me." Alfred, finding that he was unable to argue, stood up without complaint and began to walk, a few paces behind Ivan, in the same direction.

As they got to the farthest east wall of the hospital wing, after the dodging of hospital beds, they seemingly walked straight through the brick wall. It was like something out of Harry Potter, he noted with a smug grin. He found himself in quite a large bedroom with red drapes hanging in front of the window sills, throwing a red glow around the room that made it a strangely sexy atmosphere. It was richly furnished but the most spectacular piece of furniture of the room was the king sized bed that took up most of the space. It looked as if it was made of clouds and it had a fine silk red bed sheet covering it entirely.

Ivan sat down and ran his right hand over the surface of the bed fondly as if he was petting an animal that he cared deeply about. A light smile rested on his pale cheeks, he looked as if he belonged in the room. Looking up, he lifted up his left hand for Alfred to take, inviting him to sit next to him. Hesitating the slightest bit, Alfred took it, cringing at the man's cold skin that was like ice compared to his own. But, he let himself be lead to the lush bed. Alfred sunk into it as he sat down.

"Iva-", He was cut off by a swift slap to the face.

"It is LORD Ivan, or Vanya, or my Lord, da? Never Ivan. That is saved for my brothers and sisters* …but they still choose to call me lord." He finished gruffly; his sudden anger was slowly starting to fade. "I'm sorry…" Ivan whispered even though he wasn't sorry at all. He lifted a gloved hand to cup Alfred's red cheek. Alfred flinched away, but seeing Ivan's hurt expression he felt bad about it.

Standing up, Ivan undid his long jacket, which when Alfred first saw it, it looked like a cloak of some sort, and let it fall lazily to the ground in a crumpled heap. Underneath the jacket, Ivan was wearing surprisingly humble clothes of cotton and polyester. A light cream colored shirt that bunched slightly at the bottom and green pants that were tucked into pale golden boots, which matched his jacket, that almost came to his knees.

"It's okay…" Alfred trailed in a monotone voice; the hurt was obvious behind the thick layer of the uncaring tone that was hardly ever used. Last time that he used the tone was at his brother's funeral.

Turning around to walk away, the Russian was pulled back down to the bed by a small arm around his waist; he didn't hear the young man stand up.

"Please don't leave…" Alfred was appalled at himself for showing such a weak manner in front of someone else; he usually tried to stay strong. On the other hand, it seemed as if there was just something about Iv- no… Vanya that made Alfred think that he would understand loneliness.

Ivan sat down once more, pulling the smaller boy to his chest in a rib cracking hug, "You know…" Ivan mussed, "It's alright to cry if you hurt, da?" The fake sweet tone he used to fool enemies was gone now; in its place was a caring and considerate voice that spoke truth.

The tears came… quite easily actually. It was two years' worth of bottled up anger and agony that he kept in to save himself face**. Now all those emotions dripped down his cheeks in a sudden act of salty renewal. He felt better almost instantly but the tears kept coming, kept running in a never ending river of sorrow and bitterness. He didn't even cry this much at his brother's funeral but he wasn't embarrassed by it. What DID embarrass him though was the fact that Ivan had to see this side of him. The weak side. After a minute of this, Alfred grimaced through the tears, trying to hold the rest back, Ivan's shirt was wet enough as it is.

All Ivan did was smile slightly and run his hands over and over again through the man's hair, he was secretly happy that Alfred was crying, it showed that he was opening up to Ivan, even if it was only the smallest of bits.

Alfred didn't know who kissed who; he only knew that eventually their lips met in a surprisingly passionate kiss that he hoped would never end. It was sweet mixed with the salty tang of Alfred's tears, which made the American realize he was still crying. He began to try to fight back for dominance, but Alfred knew that he could not overpower the other man.

Ivan wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist and pushed him down so that his head was on the pillow; Alfred's legs, moving with his body, now lay stretched out on the bed as well. Ivan slung his leg over the others waist in one sexy movement. Sitting very promptly on the others crotch Ivan began to move, causing friction between the two even with the pants in the way. They both grew very hard from that action.

Leaning down, Ivan moved back a bit to grab on to Alfred's zipper and pull it down, moving back even more, he grabbed on to the sides of Alfred's pants and made quick work of them, splitting quite a few of the seams in the process. Alfred's jeans were now deemed as useless so Ivan ripped them off, splitting all the seams now. They were thrown to the floor in a thread, mutated mess of material. Alfred just stared at Ivan in awe.

Quickly taking of his own pants (after having to shift around uncomfortably for a bit), they were soon discarded next to the used-to-be jeans. And they both were faced with the real problem.

"Holy shit you're huge… can you even FIT into me?" Alfred gasped.

"Hmmm… we shall see, da?" Ivan shrugged, unaffected. Even so, he leaned over to the small nightstand that was partially hidden by one of the drapes and pulled out a small jewel encrusted bottle. Alfred recognized it as medieval lube. After seeing it, Alfred seemed to almost relax with a content sigh; it wouldn't hurt like hell now. After laying it to the side, Ivan began to tug down his underwear, freeing his rock hard cock; he then pulled off Alfred's in almost the same ferocity that he tore off his pants. His underwear was also in tatters now.

"You are ready, da?" Ivan giggled.

A/N: I give you full permission to shoot me. HANG MANS NOOSE. YAY! This is my longest chapter ever! LOL PLEASE REVIEW! :D

*Meaning the 12 main greek gods and godesses (12 right?)

**Or to keep his pride. :D