After D.C. left again, Alfred took to busying himself with fixing up the house. It was spring after all, might as well get some of those personal things done while he was off work. The nation brought an arm across his damp forehead, sighing as he stood and stretched. He'd finally finished scrubbing down the tiled floor in the now germ-free kitchen. Not that it was a difficult chore, but all the crouching, scouring, and kneeling was starting the kill his back.

Music filtered through the air from his cell phone, sounding more like white noise that anything else to Alfred as he padded off to straighten the living room. Cushions were cleaned, pillows were fluffed, and the room was vacuumed free of dirt and trash. The country bobbed his head absentmindedly to the upbeat music as he dusted the T.V. stand, choking when he accidentally breathed in a puff of dust bunnies. Gross. He needed to clean more often.

Coughing and waving away the dust around his head, Alfred backed into the side of the couch, yelping as he fell into the soft cushions. His legs hung over the armrest, his duster forgotten on the floor, an unamused expression fitting onto his face.

"Break time, I guess," he muttered to himself, relaxing against the plush couch with a yawn. Man, he was tired. He felt like he'd been working for hours. The American glanced up at the clock on the wall, squinting at the time. Only 3:30? He gave a weary sigh, folding his arms behind his head relaxedly. A nap would probably do him some good, and with all the chores he'd finished so far, he kinda deserved one.

"One look from you,

And I'm on that faded love.

Out of my body,

And flying above.~"

The gentle music seemed to weigh on his eyelids, and Alfred yawned softly before finally allowing himself to sleep.


Alfred breathed in deeply from the leisurely swaying porch swing, taking in the sweet Kansas country air that wafted by. The warm breeze toyed with his hair, caressing his face with soft, cool kisses. Davie lay next to him, his bright blond head nestled in his father's lap, eyes shuttered and a small, dreamy smile curving his lip. America's heart squeezed with absolute adoration as he played with his son's silken locks, snorting softly when Davie giggled sleepily.

The nation glanced up, his gaze roving over the lush garden spread out before him. Flowers of all sorts and colors blanketed the beds, from begonias to pansies, the garden housed them all. His smile softened slightly when his eyes trailed over to the fields of sunflowers just beyond the reach of the white picket fence surrounding his property.

"They are beautiful." Alfred stiffened in surprise, craning his head back to see Ivan leaning against the doorframe, lavender gaze beset on the neverending rows of golden flowers.

"Yeah," America murmured, tone light and pondering, "they are, aren't they?" Amethyst eyes shifted over to him, the corner of Russia's pale lip twitching up just slightly. A shiver skittered down Alfred's spine when the Russian slid from the doorway to settle behind the listing swing, leaning his weight onto the back to cease its movement.

"Just like you, dorogoy," Ivan purred deeply, his ashen head lowering, his thin, cool lips just barely grazing the other man's forehead in a kiss. Alfred shuttered his eyes at the contact, feeling his face grow hot. The Russian chuckled and nuzzled his face into his husband's hair, planting another soft kiss above the younger man's ear. The American took a shuddering breath and turned his face away, overwhelmed by the affection being shown to him. Russia only smiled, reaching over America's shoulder to brush Davie's locks from his eyes. The nation glanced down with wide eyes as his capital turned into his step-father's fingertips, mumbling nonsensically. His heart stuttered in his chest at the fond gesture, squeezing with unbridled affection as Ivan mindlessly toyed with his step-son's hair.

Alfred sighed and leaned into the press of Ivan's cheek, humming contentedly as the Russian turned and began to trail kisses down the side of his face, each touch as soft and sweet as the one before it. Russia's hand slid sneakily along the American's collarbone, fingers curling against his neck and along his jaw to coax the younger man closer.

Those teasing lips, warm from the blonde's flushed skin, finally closed over his own...


Okay, part one of this chapter is finally uploaded! I had every intention to upload this earlier, but as you can see, I forgot. It was actually my bestie that reminded me to update so you can thank her for this being here. I'll be uploading the second part not too long after this 'cause I think my update waits are ridiculous.

Anyway, feel free to R&R and congratulations to the people who reviewed who won't get their faces licked! I actually DID lick my friend's face because she didn't review and if I find you, I'll lick yours too!

Another side note before you abandon me forever; I don't really talk about my stories in my author's notes, unless I'm shipping or have somethi I seriously wanna clarify. But if I wanna keep something in the dark, then it's staying in the dark until the story itself reveals it.

Alrighty then, ciao!