Disclaimer: I'm back and still don't own Hetalia. I apologize, this next chapter might be slightly crackish- I'm cleaning the house in the hope that my father might give me money to get an itunes card to buy the VPS (Very Potter Sequel) soundtrack on itunes. I am determined, but I also am taking a quick break to get started on this chapter. Because I've been looking forward to writing this.

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Time for the final arc of the series!

Anna Sophia sat on the couch on that night, alone and quite frankly bored. Not that she hadn't picked up a few guys since Arthur left, nothing of that sort had changed. She just couldn't get Alfred off her mind. Yes, she was in love. So much in love. But not with Alfred, oh no. He was attractive and all, and certainly she'd love to hop into bed with him, but she was in love with something else. All of his money. Yes, there was something about money that nothing and no one could ever replace. The texture, the smell, the taste! All so amazing, she just had to have more of it. And Alfred was loaded. Still, how was she gonna get all of his money over to her.

'Oh Rick We must get married now.' One of the characters on the tv set cried. Anna hadn't been paying much attention to the drama she had been watching, but it was starting to get good.

'I told you, Ashley, I'm not ready to tie myself down to just one girl.' Rick replied. He was the good-looking bad boy the heroine had fallen for and slept with. Though it was a drama about college students, the actors that played the characters couldn't be that different in age than Anna Sophia herself

Anna took a sip of her diet coke, now thoroughly entranced by the events on the television. 'But Rick- we have to. Because I'm... pregnant." As the scene cut to commercial, Anna spat her soda all over the living room. But not because of the dramatic build up, oh no. It was because she was struck with genius. Or rather, her version of genius that normally involved large amounts of alcohol and cheap seductive tricks. This plan was no different than any of her previous ones.

"Shotgun. Wedding." She smiled. You see, Rick from her television show was the type of boy to sleep around with about every girl in the series, but never get them pregnant because of his parents. He came from a super rich family, and if he ended up getting a girl pregnant, they would make him marry her to keep him from disgracing the family. What if this was the same case with Alfred? If she got him to sleep with her and then she got pregnant, then she would be gold for comfortable living for life! It was perfect! Now all she needed was to get him to sleep with her. She thought for a second. Her prime time to get pregnant was within the next two weeks... so she would have to get pregnant within that time period. Oh well, she loved a challenge.

~The next morning~

"Are you ready to go?" Arthur called as he grabbed a waffle from the toaster and was about to head to the door. The young Peter Kirkland came pounding down the stairs, dressed in khaki shorts and suspenders. He grabbed some converse and pulled them over his knee socks, which made Arthur think that Peter's non-Americanism was not the thing holding him back from making friends. He would have to make sure to take him shopping for a new wardrobe that and average American would wear. Not that it would matter too much, because Alfred had insisted that Peter go to the same private school he'd gone to, even going so far as to pay the tuition. He sure was the worlds greatest boyfriend.

Arthur blushed at his previous thought. This was all so new, and Alfred was so great. I mean, sometimes he was a jerk, and he certainly didn't seem to understand the value of a pound- er dollar. But he cared so much for both Arthur and Peter, it was almost perfect. He was almost perfect. "I'm ready to go!" Peter popped up completely by surprise to Arthur. Honestly, Alfred was doing something to his brain, normally he was so alert and no one would be able to surprise him like that. At least that's what he thought.

"Ah yes, but I was talking to Alfred." Arthur corrected. "Come on Al! Are you coming or not." Peter smirked wildly.

"Ah, I see you want your boyfriend to come with us." He nudged Arthur. Honest to god, Arthur found it great that Peter was so supportive of his sexuality, but it did bring up the issue of whether or not his parents would ever get grandchildren, if you catch my drift.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Alfred ran down the stairs after Peter. He was dressed only slightly better, wearing jeans and a hoodie with the word "Hero" across the chest. Arthur sighed, as he was going fully dressed in a suit as he did everyday. Accept on Fridays, where he liked to go casual and wear only slightly creased slacks and a button down shirt with a sweater vest on top. They went out to one of the many cars Ivan had stocked up for whenever anyone needed to drive anywhere and headed out for one long day.

~later that day~

"-life is a cabaret old chum, come to the cabaret." Arthur quietly sang to himself as he worked. Now don't judge him, a lot of people do strange things to keep them working keenly. He sang quietly, a quite common thing to do. I mean, it's not like it was bothering anyone, no one outside of his cubicle could hear.

"Arthur! I'm bored." Peter whined, playing with his shoelaces. "Sing louder!" Now, normally Arthur would be angry and fully deny that he was ever singing, that this was all in Peter's head, but he was so into his work he just ignored that.

"Ask Alfred to take you to the snack machine." He replied without even looking up.

"But Alfred left about 20 minutes ago!" This ruined Arthur's concentration.

"What!" He exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. Why, the kind of damage that Alfred could do to an office in twenty minutes... oh the horror! But sure enough, Alfred came in, holding a bouquet of lilacs. Arthur felt strangely relieved. "Where did you go."

Alfred smirked his signature smirk and wrapped his arms around Arthur. "Why, were you worried about me?" He cooed. Arthur immediately turned a bright shade of red and tried to struggle out of the larger man's grip.

"No! I was just worried about all the damage you could do to my office in the time that you were gone." He defended, though his argument wasn't very convincing. But Alfred played along, pretending to be shocked.

"What! You don't trust me!" He acted. "Why, and after I went through all this trouble to pick up these lovely flowers for your office." Alfred had been spending too much time with Francis, he was starting to act like him!

Arthur ripped the flowers from Alfred's hand. "No more spend time with that bloody frog, you're starting to sound like him." He breathed in the aroma of the flowers. "And thank you for the flowers."

"Hey, Alfred?" Peter interjected. Arthur suddenly remembering that his brother had been in the room for the embarrassing act of his... boyfriend. "I'm hungry, will you take me to the snack machine?"

"Sure." Alfred nodded and escorted Peter out of the cubicle, winking at Arthur as he left. Reluctantly, Arthur got back to work. Or at least attempted to, when his phone rang.

"You've reached APH Electronics accounting. This is Arthur Kirkland speaking." He answered as he always did, though, quite frankly, no one ever called. Except Anna Sophia of course, but what were the chances of th-

'Hello Arthur, how have you been.' Arthur could believe it! It sounded just like Anna on the other side of the phone, but it couldn't be.

"Anna?" He asked in disbelief.

'Who else would it be?' She chuckled. Arthur knew that voice, she wanted something from him.

"What do you want Anna?" He rolled his eyes. He heard her gasp even over the phone.

"Why on earth would you think I meant something wrong with my call. Why, I just wanted to call to invite you and Alfred over for dinner Friday. You know, to talk some things out." She replied.

Arthur thought about this for a second. Something was definitely up, there had to be. Maybe she suspected something of him and Alfred, or worse yet, she wanted him for herself. Knowing her, it was probably the latter. Still, it might be better for all of them for her to be let down early on, because there is no way Alfred would chose her over him. Because of, you know, the whole gender issue. "Alright, but why don't we have it at our- I mean Alfred's house. It's more suitable for guests." This time it was Anna that paused.

"Fine. I'll see you Friday."

Marf! I'm freaking out because I have 2 auditions tomorrow and I still need to pick a piece to sing. It's harder than it sounds. It really is. But I will get it right! I think I like where the plot is going right now, but that might just be me. I don't know, what do you guys think?

It is believed that Shakespeare was 46 around the time that the King James Version of the Bible was written. In Psalms 46, the 46th word from the first word is shake and the 46th word from the last word is spear. Creepy, huh?