OK so this chapter is really more filler than anything else as well as a set up for the following chapters. Oh and to set some things straight. The last chapter took place after Halloween but before Thanksgiving...I was going to write about Halloween but...it just didn't seem all that appealing after the holiday had passed, you know? Anyways though reviews are like candy to me, I love them very much and it helps motivate me to write more :)

I don't own Hetalia, blah, blah, blah.


3 weeks later:

America was more than pissed off. Russia had barely spoken to him since the episode while Canada had been there. The larger country had locked himself away, currently with an excuse of paperwork…well that had been his excuse nearly every time. America hated to admit it, but he had been enjoying his time with the other and had reluctantly accepted his weird feelings in wanting nothing more than for the Russia to throw him down and have his way with him. It was a new day and age after all, he would try and put away his old feelings of loathing and focus on the new ones he had been having more often as of late…however, that was kind of hard to do seeing as how he was being ignored by said person.

After thinking about it for a minute, America decided that it was becoming ridiculous. Russia had even skipped out on his Thanksgiving dinner, saying he was too busy. The whole point of his stay was for the holidays and improving things and all that…so without further thinking, America hoisted himself off of the couch he had been previously occupying and trudged his way down the hallway and stopped just outside of the room Russia had been using since the start of his stay.

After actually standing in front of the closed and also assumed locked door Alfred couldn't help but start to lose his confidence. The Russian was probably avoiding him because he thought he was annoying and completely stupid and wanted nothing more than to strangle him in his sleep that deal with him.

"Shit." America sighed as he backed away and leaned his head back on the wall a ways down from the door. England had always gotten onto him for doubting himself and putting ideas into his head. Now America wished more than anything that the Brit could be standing in front of him, reprimanding him for being such a wuss and not just doing what he felt was right…that bit of logic had; however, come back and bit said country in the ass when America wanted his independence though…but that was another story. What mattered now was that America stopped moping and barge in there and be like, "Hey fucking commie, what's your problem?" And then Russia would get pissed, they would try to kill each other and then it would be back to normal.

"Yeah!" America whispered to himself as he punched a fist into the air, trying to motivate himself to close the distance between himself and the door but just as his hand was about to knock, the door opened.

Russia looked down at the other with a blank expression on his face. "Yes?"

"Uhm…It's just-"

"If you cannot even form a proper sentence, do not bother speaking to me."

"Oh…" America looked down as he fists clenched at his side. He wanted to yell at the other but found his fucking feelings getting in the way and rather than being worked up by the words, found himself more hurt than anything.

"Is this even possible? Rendered speechless? How endearing!" Russia smiled as he pushed his way past the American who continued to look down with his fists clenched.

Russia was perplexed, the American should be yelling at him and calling him a variety of names, not standing there silently, his head bent downwards. Ever since his last close encounter Russia had cursed himself for even thinking about bedding the American. He was Russia after all, he didn't need such trivial things such as a bed mate, let alone a relationship…Fuck! He was thinking about senseless ideals once more and it was all America's fault. Simply being around the other affected him in a way he hated yet longed for at the same time. The notion of not being alone if even for awhile had enthralled him, but he knew that even if he did take advantage of this rare opportunity that it would not last just as all his other dreams and he would end up alone and cold at the end of it all. That was why he had shut himself away for the past weeks, hoping that he could stay like that the remainder of the trip. He had been surprised; however, when the American had actually allowed him to lock himself away rather than barging in at the get go and demanding what his problem was.

"If I did something that upset you…I am sorry." Russia paused as he heard the words whispered behind him. He turned to find the American looking at him with a look of determination on his face.

"Look, I don't know what the hell your problem is or why you've been avoiding me but…if it's my fault I'm sorry. And if you didn't like the way I was acting, you don't have to worry about it anymore." America concluded as he walked toward the other and brushed past him rather than confronting the taller male.

Russia stared at the retreating back of the blonde. Fuck, this wasn't what he wanted. Sure he had hoped for this easy outcome in the beginning after his conflicted feelings surfaced, but hearing those words made his heart clench in loneliness. He knew he should apologize to the other, but he was never that good at it and instead made to grab the retreating country's wrist, holding on even after the blonde had stopped but had yet to turn around.

"What?" Alfred asked as he continued to glare in the opposite direction of the Russian. He hoped deep down that the other would explain why he had been avoiding him and would ask that things go back to how they were, but this was Russia of all people. Alfred knew that he had no right to demand anything of the other after everything that had happened between them over the years.

"Let us forget these past few weeks, da?"

Alfred froze as he heard the words spoken behind him. Was this Russia's way of saying what he had been hoping for? Or simply a way of telling the troubled blonde to forget it?

"What do you-"Alfred was caught off as he was spun around and his chin grasped, forcing him to look upwards into Russia's violet eyes that seemed to glow in the low light of the hall.

"I apologize for avoiding you, but I was troubled, da?" Russia muttered as he looked away from the American's piercing sky blue eyes, hating that this person could affect him in ways he loathed.

Russia decided he had moped enough for now though and smirked as he brought his lips closer to America's breathing out his next line as his lips ghosted over the others.

"I believe we have some unfinished business, I am right, da?"

America immediately perked up as Russia's lips brushed against his own, before he pulled away with a smirk.

"Yes, but I think we should start differently this time." America winked as he backed away from the confused Russian.

"How?" Russia asked in confusion, he was practically giving America what he had been wanting and now the other was denying his "gift".

"This time you gotta earn it!" America laughed as he walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch.

"Fucking American." Russia mumbled as he followed the blonde, upset that he had been given a taste of his own medicine and now had to woo the complicated blonde.

"That's right!" America replied as he watched Russia walk into the living room and sit beside him, happy that he had gotten what he wanted in the end.

Wrolf then entered the room before deciding that he too should be on the couch and jumped up, forcing the two country's to move even farther apart before settling down and resting his head in Russia's lap, looking up at the stoic country silently pleading to be pet.

Russia sighed as he gave in and began to scratch the huge dog behind the ears, noticing that America watched him with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"What?"

"I still can't get over how much he likes you." America laughed as he too began to pamper the pooch as well.

"Oh! Shit! I totally forgot!" America laughed as he turned to face Russia.

"Da?"

"What was that bet again? You never fully explained."

Russia's face flushed as he remembered the bet he had made.

"Ah…I decided that we will drop that." Russia mumbled as he looked away from the still grinning American.

America burst out laughing as he pieced the puzzle together.

"Dude! Did you fucking bet which one of us would seduce the other?"

"…Nyet!" Russia exclaimed as he made a slashing motion in the air, hoping that America would drop it. Sure that wasn't how he had worded the bet in his mind…but how the hell did the other come so close to getting it right? Obviously the dumb blonde wasn't as dumb as everyone thought.

"What the fuck ever! That's totally what it was, admit it!" America demanded as he left his side of the couch and sat beside the embarrassed Russian, pushing the upset Wrolf off the couch before the dog padded off to find somewhere else to sleep.

"America, I was petting Wrolf! Go away." Russia mumbled as he pushed against the blonde who was attempting to scoot closer to him.

"Nope." Alfred replied as he ducked under the outstretched arms and settled his head onto the Russian's lap, his face pointing upwards staring at the country above him.

Russia stopped as the other settled down. He had no idea what to do in this instance. The other's blue eyes were hard to look away from and the blonde was now smiling up at him in a silent challenge on what he would do about it.

Reluctantly Russia brought his hands down, laying one across the American's chest and brought the other up to brush a stray strand of hair away from the country's face. Rather than bringing his hand away in the end, he continued to brush his fingers through the American's hair, earning a satisfied murmur from the other.

"You know that you still make me so mad that I could kill you, right?"

"The sentiment is consensual Amerika."

America grinned as he looked away from the country above him. He was quite content at the present, Even Russia seemed to be more relaxed than usual. But then again America figured the change in scenery as well as temperature may have been a factor in that. Thinking about it, it seemed rather lonely…Russia was all by himself pushed to the side of Europe but not really part of Asia as well. It reminded America of himself really…he luckily had Canada to keep him company at times though. All Russia had were the Baltic's who were afraid of him, Ukraine who still wasn't really allowed to see him, and Belarus…and America figured that even if Russia was lonely that he would rather die than receive a visit from his deranged sister.

Honestly America really felt bad for the other. He and Russia used to be quite close…then the Cold War happened and got of shot all of that in the foot though…and even though it made America blush he actually had had a crush on the larger country for quite alone time. The first time he had honestly noticed his attraction was during WW2 and had progressed since then although until this visit, it had seemed to go on stand-still considering the fact that Russia had been a tremendous dick after the Cold War towards the smaller country.

Thinking about the other always brought a lot of conflicted emotions with it, but Alfred figured that this was just another chance for him to make things go the way he wanted…and he hoped this time everything worked out.

"What are you thinking about?" Russia asked as he noticed that the blonde had been silent for awhile now and had a perplexed look on his face.

"Everything and nothing." America smiled as he rose up from his comfortable spot and stood, stretching his arms over his head.

"Sounds dangerous to me." Russia replied as his eyes glinted with a hint of a smile as he too stood from the couch and helped America turn the lights off in the kitchen and living room before following the other to the hallway where they parted ways to go to their separate bedrooms.


Thanks for reading! I am already working on the next chapter that will involve our favorite hero getting ready for Xmas. Lots of Chaos will be going on ;) REVIEWS! DO ITTTTT! :3