GAHHH. Sorry I haven't updated since… whenever the heck I last updated. I'm sick today, and super bored, so I decided to do this. . /shot

Okay, I'll get on with it.

And, I'm super bored wth this plot line, so I'm going to try and squeeze it all into like, 3 to 4 more chapters. LOLTHATLLNEVERHAPPENBUTOHWELL.

Now I'll seriously get on with it.

Disclaimer: Dude, if I owned Hetalia… madness. I don't own Listen to Your Heart, either.

Alfred was playing the piano, and singing like there was no tomorrow. The restaurant was closing, and he was left to lock up; which he probably wouldn't do for another half hour or so.

"Sounds good, da?" Alfred heard from behind him. Tensing up, he looked behind him to see Ivan.

"O-oh Mr. Braginski, I didn't see you there. When did you get here…?" he asked nervously.

"Have you ever considered having a concert here in the diner? It'd be good for business, da?" Ivan went on, ignoring Alfred's question.

"W-well, if you would let me, I guess I wou-"

"Great. Pick a date and time and check back with me later." And with that, Ivan left Alfred there, dumbstruck and wondering what the heck had just happened.

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Gilbert fiddled with the phone with Francis on the other line, yelling at him. "What do you mean, they're completely in love?" the voice on the other side roared. "You were supposed to prevent something like this from happening!"

"How the heck would I do that? I can't control other people's feelings!"

"If you let this continue happening, you're going to be fired! Do you understand? You will be fired."

Gilbert gulped and replied with a nervous, "Yes, sir," before hanging up.

He looked out the window, and saw the two guilty riding past on a bike, Alfred driving and Alice sitting on the handlebars.

Gilbert sighed and turned away.

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Alfred licked his lips when they reached the park. He came to a slow stop before Sam jumped off and looked at him with curious eyes.

Alfred fiddled wordlessly with something in his pocket before deciding if he really should take it out or not. Deciding that he should, Alfred slowly took out a black pouch and slowly took something out of it.

Sam's expression changed slightly as she raised an eyebrow and looked expectantly at him. Alfred smiled at her and said, "It was my mother's; I want you to have it."

Alice shook her head; she didn't want to take something away from him that potentially meant something more than it looked. Alfred burst into a smile, and started to put it around her neck. "It's okay, really. It would probably just stay somewhere in my house, untouched forever, and I know you'll take care of it better than I could ever."

Sam sighed before she let him clip the other side with its match. When he was done, she gave him a small kiss on the lips before telling him excitedly about updates on college.

"You got an internship for an accounting company?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. She nodded hurriedly before continuing.

"Wait, wait, wait. I know you; you don't want to be an accountant. That's what your father wants you to be. You want to be a musician, don't you?"

Sam rolled her eyes before giving a small nod, eyebrows furrowed.

"Then, why don't you go for it?" Alfred kept going.

Sam gave him a glare before starting to storm away. "Hey, where're you going?" he asked as he ran after her, making her even more angry.

Alice made angry motions with her hands, before starting to go away again. "You know what, Sam? You're scared of yourself, and your dad! You'll never get farther if you don't pursue your dreams!" Alfred argued, staying in front of her face so she could 'hear' him.

But she didn't want to hear it. She pushed him aside before walking away even faster, not looking back.

Oooh snap. He got her MAD. I would probably do the same, but I'd probably flash him the finger instead, THEN walk away. Who knows? I've never been fully angry before, actually, so I have no idea how I'd react.

R&R~