Hello again, SparklePaws, i'm really diggin your support 3 much love. And so now the introduction as to why this fanfic is rated M, though it's really nothing yet.

Alfred mused as too why the hell he gave the Russian man his number, just to see if he would text him, then that would prove that Ivan totally had a crush on him. Alfred had been staring at his phone for two hours, it was hopeless he was hopeless. Alfred spun around and jumped face-first onto his bed. Alfred groaned, Alfred had it bad. He would never admit though, he, to everyone else totally hated the Russian. But hey, it wouldn't hurt him if he had a little crush on the man, to himself anyway. Alfred frowned. Then his phone vibrated from it's spot on the bed, Alfred was on it like a starving animal on a scrap of meat. The text was from an unfamiliar number, Alfred smiled. 'This is Fredka, da? It is Ivan.' A smile graced Alfred's face, he quickly shot a text back.

'No dude, it's Alfred, so you do have a crush on me then!'

Ivan rolled his eyes from the other end.

'Nyet, i'm sure you were waiting for me to text you though, I did not want to disappoint'

Alfred blushed, how did he know?

'No way dude, i'm sure you're just having perverted fantasies and hoped that little ol me would indulge you, the answer is no old man.'

Ivan blushed, what was Alfred getting at?

'Once again, Nyet, maybe you are just hoping I am, da? And I happen to know for a fact that i'm only two years older than you.'

Alfred stared at the text…

'Dude, how do you know my age..?'

Ivan blushed on his end.

'Ah you know, research.'

Alfred considered putting down his phone.

'What?'

Ivan laughed, he was so endearing.

'Nothing Fredka, you are my friend now, it is good to know about friends, da?'

Alfred narrowed his eyes.

'We aren't friends. I hate you.'

'That's not what Antonio thinks.'

Alfred put down his phone and took a breath, what was this Russian man trying to say? Alfred considered texting back, but ultimately decided that calling the strange man might be a better idea, he couldn't misinterpret things when they were actually speaking to each other. Alfred added the man as a contact under 'Creepy Clerk' and brought the ringing phone to his ear. "Hello Fredka, you called yes?" Alfred rolled his eyes. "Of course I called, otherwise we wouldn't be on the phone together."

"So, let's talk about your stalking big guy."
"Stalking? What do you mean! I am doing no such thing dear Fredka."

"Then how do you know about my age?"

"I guessed."
"You said you looked something up."

"I lied."

"Was that a lie?"

"Da."

"Dude."

"Goodbye Alfred, see you next Wednesday!"

Ivan hung up. Alfred stared at his phone, what the fuck was wrong with this man? Alfred decided he probably didn't want to know, and closed his eyes, sleep sounded really good right now.

Ivan smiled, his Alfred was really adorable...wait...his Alfred? Nyet, Alfred would never be his, he didn't want him anyway! Ivan paused, well maybe a little bit. Ivan shook his head, NYET! Ivan really should give up this crush, there is absolutely no way the boisterous American would like him as well. Ivan sighed, maybe he should call the American back? Or he could look at more pictures online, hm, looks like his little podsolnechnik has a twin...an identical twin, how interesting. Ivan sighed and stopped himself, he should probably stop being so creepy. Ivan smirked, he wasn't being creepy, he was just trying his hardest to learn about the every elusive sunflowerman, which, coincidentally was what Alfred was under on his phone. Ivan stretched out on his couch, maybe he would sleep tonight.

~line break thing~

Ivan woke up to his phone ringing, he looked at the screen blearily and fumbled to answer, "Privet, eto Ivan." Ivan cleared his throat, "Ah, who is this?" A perky, high voice answered, "Sup' Ivan, you have the day off today! Have fun! I'm working for you." Elizabeta hung up and Ivan stared at his phone. Day off? This was rare, what was he suppose to do now? Ivan sighed and set off to make breakfast, his couch creaked. Ivan glared at the offending object, he really hated that old couch.

~line break~

Alfred bit his lip, he checked his schedule, he was free! What a surprise! His brother-dating his hot dutch boyfriend-his best friend-probably screwing around with his annoying french boyfriend. So, what was Alfred to do? Well, visit his newfound beacon for annoyance, Ivan of course. He told himself he was just walking to the flower shop to annoy the russian, and when he was walking through the door of the shop, he told himself he only made it this far to see his face when he walked in. He also told himself that he was definitely not disappointed when he didn't see Ivan manning the counter, but instead saw Antonio, Gilbert, and the store owner that he knew as Elizabeta. Well what was he suppose to do know? Here was a man who thought he and Ivan were-ew, his brothers ex boyfriend, and a woman he thought he had a crush on. Alfred paused…."Uh…" at the absence of Ivan, Alfred turned around. What he planned on doing was quickly rushing out the door and coming back tomorrow. However, he was grabbed by a strong hand and quickly turned around and pulled towards the counter at inhuman speed. Alfred braced himself against the counter. "What the-" Elizabeta grabbed his arm, "So you're Alfred right? You and Ivan are a thing correct?" Alfred blushed and shook his head, "N-No we aren't like that, Ivan's a jerk...not to mention a creep!" Elizabeta frowned, "Ah, I really thought you two were a couple, you're so cute! Not to mention the-" Gilbert cut her off, "Okay Liz, how about you don't freak the poor man out." Elizabeta frowned, and Antonio choose this time to cut into the conversation, "If you aren't a thing…then what were you doing yesterday when me and Romano came out of the break room, I mean, you were all blushy and Ivan was touching your shoulder!" Elizabeta looked like she was about to explode with enthusiasm. Alfred looked towards the door, a chime resonated through the stoor and low and behold, just to Alfred's non-existent luck, Ivan walked in. He paused at the doorway.

"Uh….I just came to um, see if you really wanted me to take the day off or if it was just a prank." Elizabeta smiled and pushed Alfred forward-right into Ivan-"Ugh!" Alfred landed awkwardly, his arms were splayed on either side of the Russian, imitating an awkward half-hug. His face was pressed firmly into the Russians coat. Ivan protectively placed a hand on the small of the Americans back. "Ah, Fredka, you fell, again, you are very clumsy da?" Alfred pushed himself off of the Russian, though his movements were stopped when the larger man refused to move his hand. Inches separated the two. "I didn't fall, she pushed me and you saw it! M-Move your hand you creep!" Ivan smirked, "Sure, you probably told her to push you, I mean you are here for me correct?" Ivan teased, and moved his hand so it pressed firmly against the blonde's back. "I so did not come here for you dude! I came here to see Gil!" Ivan raised an eyebrow and Alfred ducked away from the man's abrasive hold.

Elizabeta's eyes shone, while Gilbert was trying very hard to keep his laughter in, and Antonio was smiling stupidly. Alfred glared at them, "What are you guys looking like that for?" Antonio threw his hands up, "Si! I was correct, you really are in love!" Elizabeta shook her head, "And you said you didn't like him! Look at you sweetie, all blushing and flustered!" Gilbert laughed, "Finally Al, you no longer have to be such a lonely hermit! And I'm sure he's much bigger than that Abel guy that Mattie's dating!" Alfred looked horrified, "Lies! All lies, Antonio, you're wrong, Gil and Ms. Elizabeta you two are just perverts!" Alfred gestured to Ivan, "And he is just some attractive flower shop worker who likes to stalk people!" Ivan smiled. Why the hell was this guy smiling! Alfred had just insulted him, called him a stalker! Shouldn't he be angry?

"Aw, Fredka you called me attractive! Spasibo." Alfred gave the man a heartful push, "You jerk I'm leaving, don't bother texting me you're creepy stalker commie things dude." Ivan smiled and waved as Alfred left the store, "Goodbye Fredka, talk to you later da?" Alfred flashed him the finger and started his walk home, fucking jerk.

Ivan coughed and turned towards the still smiling group of coworkers, "So...I will be going now." He hurried out the door, another minute in the store with those three is another minute in hell for him. Ivan started up his truck and rumbled down the mostly-barren street, humming a toon as he drove. Ivan smiled, looks like Alfred didn't have car, Ivan pulled up to parallel with the man, "Need a ride?"

Alfred looked at him, a look of shock appearing on his face, "Dude, you have no idea how fucking creepy you really are." Ivan frowned, "I am just trying to help! Do you want a ride or not?" Alfred pouted (Ivan found this very cute) and sighed, well his apartment was rather far...and a free ride was a free ride! And it's not like Ivan is a stranger or anything. Alfred made his way to the other side of the beat up truck, "Well, if we go straight, then turn right, then left, we should pull up to my apartment, thanks dude." Ivan rolled his eyes, "Alright, so, how is Fredka?" Alfred snorted, "Dude, it's Alfred, and i'm pretty fine, well I was before you made a scene at the flowershop." Ivan stuck out his tongue playfully, "You were the one who fell into me! I was just making sure you were ok!" Alfred glared, "Making sure I was ok my ass! And you KNOW I was pushed!" Alfred stared at the ripped up covering at the bottom of the beat up truck, "You probably just wanted to touch me inappropriately, you stranger." Ivan smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. His hand sneaked to the man's thigh, he started rubbing small circles with his palm into his inner thigh. Alfred reddened, and pushed his hand away, "I was right! Creep!" Ivan laughed, "Indeed, Fredka, you were right, but you are just so adorable.." Alfred gasps, "I am NOT adorable, I am manly...you're just a jerk. Ivan shrugged, "You're no Mr. nice guy Fredka…."

Alfred huffed. Ivan just giggled evilly. Soon Ivan had pulled up to the younger man's apartment, Alfred jumped out of the car just as it stopped. Ivan nearly screamed, and got out of the car, he grab the young man's arm and stopped him, "You should never jump out of a still moving car! Fredka you could have broken your ankle!" Alfred snorted, "Dude the car was stopped...basically." Ivan shook his head, "No! You could have seriously hurt yourself, please tell me you understand." Alfred now looked just as shaken as Ivan, "Dude...I understand ok? Ivan?" Ivan was suddenly left speechless. That is the first time Alfred had said his name. And to Ivan, it sounded beautiful. Ivan smiled and put his hand around his waist, bringing his head up, he kissed him. Soft lips closed over Alfred's slightly chapped ones, massaging their lips together and rubbing his hips Alfred tipped his head up and moved his lips with the larger mans. Ivan pulled away, leaving the American very flustered, standing in front of his building, redder than Romano's tomatoes. The Russian smiled and waved, disappearing into his car he quickly rumbled off to his own place. Alfred screwed up his face and ran after the car, "IVAN YOU JERK GET BACK HERE AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" Ivan was already too far away to hear him. Alfred stalked into his apartment and fumbled with his keys. He plopped on his bed and scrunched the sheets in his hands. The worst part was he couldn't even deny to the Russian that he didn't like him, Alfred F. Jones….had kissed back.

Aren't they just adorable? I think they're adorable. Alfred can no longer deny his feelings. well as always, R&R.

~AexM