A/N: OMG! 107 followers and a whole lot of views. We're even up to 58 reviews. I'll have my 50th reviewer oneshot done in about two days, as soon as midterms are over. I think at this point there aren't many chapters left. Expect frequent updates because we have three chapters left counting this one!
WARNINGS: So we're back to warning again…. Anyway, sexual stuff kinda, mirrors.
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"So you went to Central Park during a storm? What the hell were you thinking?" Matthew scolded as he wrapped a towel around Alfred. "You worried us!"
Alfred put his head down, "I'm sorry." He mumbled. He then looked to Ivan who gave him a look. "Fine, I promise I'll try to get better. But you totally can't treat me like I'm made out of glass."
Matthew nodded, considering this. "Alright Al.. It's a deal." If Alfred was considering getting better, then he could handle this.
"H-how about some soup? Then I guess we can call Iggy."
Matthew looked to Ivan and then looked towards Alfred. "Alright Al…. Me and Ivan will meet you in there."
Alfred shrugged his shoulders and walked in the kitchen leaving Ivan and Matthew alone.
"How did you do that?" Matthew asked.
"Do what?"
"Make him change so much. He all of the sudden will eat.." Matthew thought for a moment. "Did you guys sleep together or something? Because you didn't have to do that to make him feel good."
Ivan just stared at Matthew for a moment then shook his head in disbelief. "No, I don't know what happened, I found him on top of a rock. I don't know what made him have this breakthrough."
"Fine, don't tell me the details. I'm just going to be thankful for it." He shrugged and walked into the kitchen.
Ivan rolled his eyes and walked in the kitchen to find Alfred already cooking the soup. "Need any help?"
"Nah, I've got this. I'm just gonna nuke this is in the microwave and stuff." He put the containers in the microwave and set the timer and grabbed three bowls. "Actually Ivan, you can totally set the table."
Ivan nodded and grabbed a few spoons and napkins, then took the bowls from Alfred, setting them on the mahogany table.
Just in time, the microwave beeped loudly, signaling the food was hot. Alfred carefully set it on the table and sat down. "Come on Matt. Sit." He smiled, trying to ignore the awkwardness in the air.
Matthew nodded and sat down at the edge. "Hey Al? What happened at Central Park?"
Alfred gave everyone three equal servings of soup, "Well, before Ivan found me?" When he saw a nod of encouragement from Matthew, he continued. "I ran into one of my citizens. He was kinda homeless and he told me about himself, and his brother who was kinda like me, well not really. I could totally relate to him though. Then I realized, I'm sick. I need to get stronger for my people and for myself. I wanted to be treated like I was before all this. So I'm gonna try my best." He picked up a spoon, and very reluctantly, took a small bite.
Matthew smiled, "That's great Al. But what about your ankle? C'mon, I've seen you limping slightly."
"Oh that. When I jumped out of the window I heard something pop. Should be fine though. Just hurts a little." He said awkwardly.
Matthew and Ivan left it alone, thanking god that Alfred was back and willing to cooperate this time. The three ate the rest of the meal in silence and were soon finished. Alfred almost forgot what it was like to have a full stomach, and how nice it was to have warm soup on a rainy evening.
"I'll take the dishes, you two want to call England and France?"
Alfred sighed, "Yeah, let's go Matt. You call Francy-pants, I call Iggy?"
"Sounds perfect Al."
Alfred grabbed his phone and walked to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He slowly dialed the very familiar number, and only after a few rings, Arthur answered.
"Alfred, are you okay? You should have called me sooner, I've been worried sick."
"Well hello to you too? Anyway, I'm totally fine. I just wanted you to come over with Francis. Y'know, just to say hi. Feels like I haven't seen you in forever. We can go out for dinner or whatever. There is a really cool place in New York that I wanted to show you."
There was a long pause on the other line, "And you're sure you're okay?"
"Yup."
"I'll get a plane ticket and be there as soon as possible."
Alfred nodded, "Kay, see ya then."
"Alright, goodbye Alfred."
"Bye Iggy."
Alfred hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed, not exactly sure on how to feel, 'On one hand, I want to get better. But then again, it kinda was my choice. I can still feel the fat. I just wanted to prove them wrong. I'm not the fattest nation. I'm not.' He walked to the mirror that he has in his room, it was full-length and it took up most of the corner of the already small room. 'Why did I get this thing? It's not healthy.' He then walked to his Captain America themed alarm clock and frowned. 'This is where it all started huh. I didn't know then that this would happen.'
There was a sudden knock on the door, "Come in." Alfred said in a monotone voice.
He was expecting Matt, but it was a slight surprise when he noticed it was Ivan.
Ivan smiled at Alfred and closed the door behind him. "Did you contact him?"
"Oh Iggy? Yeah."
"How was he?" Ivan asked.
Alfred smiled slightly, "Oh, he was just totally being himself. He always worries and stuff."
They both laughed half-heartedly, but they enjoyed having a joke despite the past few months.
"What did ya need?"
Ivan shrugged and sat on the bed and Alfred followed, sitting close. "I don't know. I just decided to come back here."
Alfred smiled, "I'm glad you did. Really. Oh and thanks."
"For what?"
Alfred continued after a deep breath, "For everything. You stood by me."
"No problem Fredka."
The moment seemed perfect, they both leaned in, closing their eyes and their and closing what little space that was already between them. At first their kiss was chaste and nervous, but then they slowly deepened the kiss to make it more sweet and passionate. They both loved this feeling of just being close together, and they savored the moment.
Unfortunately for the two countries, it only lasted a moment.
Matthew opened the door. "Hey Al, I called Francis and-" He paused for a moment. "Oh, um sorry." He slowly backed away, closing the door behind him.
Alfred blushed a bright red, "Um I should probably explain to Matt some stuff. I gotta go." He stood up, making a creaking sound as he did, and slowly left the room.
Ivan sighed, "So close."
Alfred made his way to find Matthew. "Hey Matt, it totally it's what you think."
Matthew laughed, "And I think what?"
"...That stuff was going on in there."
Matthew shook his head, "You know Al, I'm happy for you. Ivan has been at your side since the beginning of this."
"Yeah but, nothing happened. I just wanna make things clear."
Matthew laughed again, "You just don't want me to say anything to papa or Arthur. I promise I won't. Anyway, you should get a shower Mr. Denial, you were in the rain for awhile/. They will be here probably tomorrow morning."
Alfred rolled his eyes, "I'm not in denial!" He said while going to the bathroom to take a shower, and for the first time in a few months, he didn't look in the mirror for any imperfections because everything in this moment was perfect.
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A/N: No comments today, maybe this Saturday. I'm at school so yeah. The visit should be awkward and interesting. I have it written, but I decided to put it in two parts because it was too long. Thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites. They mean so much!
