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Chapter 4

"Who are you now? Are you someone better for my love?"

~ Funny Girl, "Who Are You Now?"

Jensen wasn't happy.

It was odd. She had every reason to be happy. Alfred was finally finding his feet within the international community. They had any run in with the authorities yet and things were going smoothly. But something didn't feel right.

She felt jealous.

The British representative had unwittingly captured her partner, her boyfriend's attention. Alfred had been so interested in Arthur that he had practically begged to exchange contact information. And that seemed to be the last straw for her.

She had hastily pulled him away from Arthur, Francis, and Matthew which she now felt guilty about now that she was dealing with a silently fuming Alfred on the walk back to the hotel.

"What was that about?" he snapped. "You told me you wanted to meet with a representative. We met. We got contact information for more info. I don't get why you were so ready to leave."

It was because I was jealous, you idiot, she thought silently as she pushed up her black Raybans.

"I had some important business to attend to back at the hotel," she replied, not a total lie. "I've got a Skype date with a friend of mine in New York."

"But isn't it going to be like six in the morning in New York?" Alfred asked all his confusion and anger gone.

"Yeah, but he doesn't mind."

She had caught his attention when she hinted at her correspondent's gender.

"He?"

"It's a guy from the Times," she explained. "He wanted to ask me something about my latest story."

He nodded in understanding.

Alfred was one of the few people who understood her odd obsession with the New York Times. She had dreamt of working there ever since she was in middle school and joined her school's paper. And everything she had done since then had been to help her career in hopes that maybe someday she'd end up where she wanted.

"Okay then, Witch Girl, let's get our butts in the hotel," Alfred said laughing as they stood in front on the Hotel Torbraeu.

"I thought you said you wouldn't bring that up!" she exclaimed still laughing slapping him playfully on his shoulder.

He just laughed in response as he laced his fingers around hers. He marched with her in hand to the hotel lobby.

Jensen was still smiling as she marched through the hotel lobby as Alfred was still talking.

She wasn't really listening to what he was saying, just watching his lips move. She loved the way it curved upward when he gave a shy, unsure smile. Sighed every time he said her name. Died every time his bottom lip wobbled ever so slightly when he was near tears. And more than anything, she loved the way they felt on her lips.

So out of instinct stood on her tip toes and planted a kiss on his lips.

She could feel the eyes of onlookers obviously not happy about their little display of affection. But she couldn't care.

Alfred was stiff at first, still recovering from the shock of a kiss out of nowhere. But, slowly he succumbed to it and relaxed. He wrapped his arm around her neck and dipped her down a bit.

After a while Alfred pulled back breathing heavily muttering an apology.

She just smiled because in that moment she had forgotten about Arthur Kirkland and everything was right in the world.

England headed back to the World Meeting rather reluctantly. He had actually enjoyed seeing Alfred.

Alfred was so much like America. He had the same smile if not a bit more contained. His voice was still the same but was, uncharacteristically quieter.

But at the same time, he was so different. He lacked the confidant swagger that America had worn openly in life. He lacked the same childish outlook on the world that he had so loved about America. Alfred showed his intellect openly.

"So, Angleterre what do think of our new American friends?" France asked.

England looked down at the piece of paper with Alfred's phone number and email written in Alfred sloppy, rushed handwriting.

Alfred F. Jones

404-753-2986

Hotel Torbraeu Room 13c

"I for one like Alfred and Jensen," Canada stated as the trio marched back to the meeting room. "What about you Arthur?"

"Umm… Jensen seemed like a very nice, professional who has a bright future in her chosen field," he replied calculatedly as he took his seat.

"What about Alfred?" France asked.

He had mixed feelings about Alfred. He both made him sick and filled with an overwhelming happiness he hadn't felt in a long while.

"He's different," he replied after much deliberation.

France exchanged a devious smile with him, as the Frenchman disappeared with Spain and Prussia forming the so called "Bad Touch Trio".

"Well it's nice you're giving Alfred a chance," Canada said brightly.

The Canadian had seemed lighter ever since seeing Alfred in his natural habitat. Maybe it gave the blonde a sense of closure. Maybe it pleased him to know that his brother was somewhere safer with someone wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

Other nations were still chatting. They were Germany and Italy to return to start the meeting which was understandable. No one really wanted to take charge of meet and no one was going to start now.

"I think we should leave Alfred alone," he blurted all of a sudden.

"What?" Canada asked incredulously.

"We should leave Alfred alone. He's happy. He obviously loves Jensen. He doesn't deserve to lose that perfect life.

Jensen fidgeted in her seat.

Alfred had left the room a few minutes earlier after convincing him that she needed to do the Skype call alone. And with him gone it left her to wait for the call alone.

She stared at her laptop blankly as she waited for to ring to announce the incoming call.

Alfred didn't know what she was doing, not really anyway. All he knew was that she going to talk to some guy with Times.

And that's all he needed to know.

The laptop began to ring. The caller ID read, Patrick Stafford.

She dragged her cursor over the respond button and clicked it.

"Ms. Sullivan, thank you for agreeing to speak with me," the man said. "We knew you wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this. Does your partner, Mr. Jones, know you're speaking with me?"

"No not exactly, sir," she replied biting her lip guiltily.

"Good," Stafford replied, much to her surprise. "Mr. Jones doesn't need to know anything yet."

Sorry for the crappy ending but I wasn't sure how to end it. Anyways, no excuse. And I tried to create a fake email for Alfred but Fanfiction was being a b**** and wouldn't let me. So sorry about that

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