N/A : I used multiple points of view in this chapter, just so you know, but the cuts should be easy to notice so hopefully it's not too confusing.

A week later, in Berlin, Prussia was walking down a corridor in some official place to discuss some official shit with almost every other nation on Earth, and yawned for the fifth time since he had left his room.

God, it was a testament to how much Gilbert loved his angel of a boyfriend that he had accepted to ask Ludwig to organise this United Nations meeting. Of course, his younger brother had been happily surprised, and of course, Luddy's organisation skills had been as flawlessly efficient as usual. But Gilbert was not particularly thrilled by the idea of spending an entire day discussing a boring topic he hadn't even read beforehand.

The albino nation yawned a sixth time, then noticed his beloved Canadian standing in front of the meeting room, chatting with his twin. All sleepyness disappeared at once, and Prussia smiled brightly.

A few seconds later, Gilbert was hugging Matthew after a good morning kiss - somehow, his little Birdie always tasted like mapple syrup - and smiling at his boyfriend's brother.

"Hi there Alfred ! You don't mind that I steal Birdie, right ?"

"As if it mattered" America smirked, clearly mocking their lovey-dovey act. "Nah, I'm fine."

"You caught a cold ?" Gilbert asked suddenly. Alfred was wearing a deep blue turtleneck, despite the building's heating being correct. Matthew had told him more than once how his twin was a human furnace, so the choice of clothe was a bit surprising.

"Hm ? Oh, yeah, something like that" Alfred answered evasively, but there was a weird amused glint in his eyes and his smirk didn't wavered. He didn't seem sick at all.

Gilbert arched a dubious eyebrow, but other nations started to arrive and he brushed it off. If Alfred was acting weird, it was his problem. As long as Matthew wasn't worried, it should be fine, and the Canadian was all but radiating happiness. No matter what was going on with the American nation, it was probably not worth worrying about.

-o-oOo-o-

Alfred waited half an hour after Ludwig started his speech to stretch in a noticeable fashion, and once he knew most people were looking at him, he pulled off his turtleneck to reveal the simple black shirt he was wearing underneath. When the gasps started to fill the audience, the blond nation had to fight a chuckle. Ivan had really gone all out with the hickey on his neck.

And obviously, Alfred's teasing about the Russian's possessive side hadn't helped at all.

Germany turned to look in his direction, no doubt with the intention to scold him about being distracting, and Alfred gave him his most innocent and surprised expression. Ludwig's eyes zeroed on the fading mark on his neck, and he stopped talking for two seconds, before stuttering and going on like nothing was amiss.

It was simply too much fun.

-o-oOo-o-

As soon as Ludwig declared the sacred mid-morning pause, the American nation got up and walked out of the room, with the obvious intent to get a coffee. Caffeine sounded great right now, anyway, even without being a part of his and Ivan's plan. America purposefully pretended to not hear the loud "what the fuck !?" before the door closed, and grinned at the nearest wall.

Unsurprisingly, Mexico joined him while Alfred was busy watching the coffee machine prepare what was supposed to be an expresso, with an emphasis on supposed. Miguel was fidgety, and not as good as concealing his curiosity as he thought. Alfred was feeling a little bad at the idea of using Mexico's attraction to hurt Ivan a few weeks prior. However, the use had been mutual, and he had not forced Miguel to anything he didn't want.

Even now, the way the tanned nation's eyes were roaming over his body was all but subtle.

"Ola Alfred" he said with a bright smile.

"Miguel" America nodded politely. "How are you ?"

"Oh, fine, really" Mexico answered with an awkward chuckle. "So, huh, how was your weekend ?"

At that, the blond nation almost sent all plans to the wind just so he could roll his eyes and reply as sarcastically as he wanted to. Really, that was supposed to be a smooth approach ? It took a lot to remember he had a plan to follow, and that Ivan would never let him live it down if he failed now. So instead of showing his actual feelings, Alfred smiled.

"Quite busy. But the week has been really... pleasant, so far, so I can't complain."

The way Miguel gulped at the innuendo was not lost on Alfred, who simply smiled a bit wider and winked knowingly. Then, he started another expresso.

"Gracias" Mexico said, "but I don't drink the coffee they have h-"

"I know."

Half a minute later, Alfred walked back to the meeting room, leaving a dumbfouded nation behind him with no remorse whatsoever. In front of the door, Mei and Gabriel were chatting, and turned to him as soon as he arrived. Their eyes sparked with interest when they noticed the second paper cup in his hands, but the blond nation only asked them if they could hold the door open for him.

When he entered the room, the global chatter diminuished at once, then came back tenfold as he was walking past his own desk. There was no way anyone was going to miss this, which was exactly what Ivan and him had hoped for. Alfred spotted the platinum blond hair, white scarf and long coat in a heartbeat, and made his way toward Russia's table, completely ignoring all of his suitors.

Hungary's disappointed groan was heard all over the room when Alfred sat directly on Ivan's desk. Even if she was happily married to Austria, her appetize for tea, gossip, drama and overall other people's relationships was a known fact, therefore America didn't pay it any mind. Elizabeta's wishes would be answered sooner than she hoped, anyway.

Alfred simply put the paper cup on the table, without even looking at his ex-nemesis.

"Coffee ?" he asked in the most neutral voice he could muster right now, and started sipping his own beverage.

-o-oOo-o-

Ivan was glad they had prepared for this day. It had given him some time to brace himself for Alfred's being all but undressed by dozens of hungry eyes as he walked in the meeting room with two coffee cups in his hands. God, his boyfriend looked so smug. It was a pity the hickey had almost disappeared already. Really, Alfred was acting like a sassy little shit, and Ivan kind of hated that it was such a turn-on.

It didn't mean Ivan wasn't keeping tabs on everyone checking his boyfriend's ass while he was making his way to him. Maybe he could still convince Alfred to let him murder a couple of those greedy superficial idiots, just to be on the safe side. Mexico in particular had come back in the meeting room with a way too jealous expression for someone who hadn't even bothered with asking for news after one interrupted make-out session.

The Russian nation let Alfred sat on his desk without looking at him and put the paper cup beside him. Ivan had to refrain from smiling at the content. Alfred had been considerate enough to get him an expresso, the shorter type of coffee available, rather than anything else. It was really sweet of him.

"Coffee ?" Alfred asked innocently.

Everyone in a ten-feet radius around them started to shift uneasily. It was well-known among the nations that Ivan had a vodka flask he was bringing with him everywhere, and never drank coffee. To everyone, Alfred was simply provocating him once more.

Ivan took the cup, and observed it silently for a couple of seconds.

"Do you have something to say about my drinking habits ?"

"I don't like vodka" Alfred replied, and hid his shit-eating grin by drinking from his own cup.

Apparently, that was enough of a clue for the nations who had been shifting around them to start dashing out of their chairs and jumping far away from them. Granted, his and Alfred's fights had been getting a tad more violent these past weeks, so this reaction was probably understandable.

Ivan stood up slowly, just as Alfred turned in his direction to make them facing each other. They stayed silent for a couple of seconds, then Russia rolled his eyes goodheartedly, drank the caffeinated beverage in one gulp, and put his hand on Alfred's neck to drag him in a searing kiss.

Alfred answered with just as much hunger, which almost made Ivan forget all about their plan in favour of continuing this much more pleasurable activity. But the younger nation pulled back at some point, mischief dancing in his blue eyes when Ivan frowned. Still, Russia was smiling as well, and his annoyment didn't reach his own gaze.

"Oh. My. Yaoi" someone stated in a stunned voice, and according the choice of words, it was Hungary. Somehow, it was enough to break through their little bubble, and Ivan sighed before displaying his sweetest, most innocent fake smile.

"Do you mind ?" he asked the American nation.

"Not at all" Alfred chuckled merrily, not moving from his sitting position. Ivan's smile grew even more dangerously adorable, and he noticed how many nations started to cower and search for the nearest exit.

In a second, Ivan jumped on the other side of his desk, his pipe in hand, and ensured the noise of his favourite weapon hitting the ground would be heard loud and clear across the room. The Eastern nation closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them up again. This time, however, he let a fraction of his bloodlust show in his lilac gaze.

Half the nations of South America and Asia gulped and froze at the terrifying sight, which Ivan found extremely satisfying. Now that he had everyone's attention, he could pass his message on.

"So, as you might have noticed, Alfred and I are dating. If anyone were to forget that he is off the market from now on, I would be happy to oblige their death wish" Ivan said in a sweet voice that did nothing to hide the threatening undertone.

The collective step back from all nations that had previously expressed their interest in his boyfriend was very pleasant to watch, and so were their terrified expressions. A few stuttered an apology and a promise that they'd back off, which was exactly what Ivan wanted to hear at the moment.

"Seriously Alfred ? You chose that psycho over me ?"

Russia's eyes zeroed on Mexico, who immediately closed his mouth as if he was just realising he had spoken out loud. Ivan's smile grew a tad sweeter, and his bloodlusting aura started to radiate from him more wildly. Oh, he was going to take his time with that one. He took one step in the nation's direction, and the absolute terror on Mexico's face told Ivan all he needed to know.

Miguel turned tail and started running for his life while screaming apologies and promises that he would never make a move on Alfred again, but it was far too late. His fate had been sealed the second he had opened his mouth, no matter how unconsciously.

"Hey" Alfred's voice called to him softly when Ivan was close to the door, and the Eastern nation felt a hand gently grasping his wrist. "I think he understood."

Ivan stopped walking. He wanted to go after that idiot who apparently thought he knew better when he definitely didn't, but staying with Alfred definitely beat any torture session. He turned slowly, exchanged a look with the young nation, and calmed down.

"I'll make sure of that the next time we run into each other" he concealed, and America rolled his eyes, but otherwise didn't argue against it. They both knew when to compromise.

-o-oOo-o-

Matthew released a relieved breath. Ivan had been scary, and the Canadian nation had been impressed at the way his twin had managed to calm him down in a few seconds. Really, it spoke volumes of how well they knew each other that they could understand the other so easily, when they had only been together for a few days. Well, decades of spying on each other and being completely obsessed with their opponent must have come in handy once they finally faced their feelings.

Still, it was pretty obvious that Mexico was going to experiment what death meant for a nation, probably in a very painful way, in the near future. Matthew felt sorry for him, but Miguel had signed his own death sentence when he had forgotten to think before speaking.

A tense silence filled up the room, no one daring to break it.

Then, Francis burst out laughing, making all heads turn toward him. Matthew looked at his father like he had lost his mind, but the French nation was completely ignoring everyone in favour of whatever had made him react like that in the first place. Beside him, England was turning redder and redder by the second, and grumbling what was probably a string of profanities about his husband.

"What's going on ?" Matthew asked, and walked closer to his parents.

"Nothing !" Arthur snapped, but still looked embarrassed.

"Arthur..." Francis managed to say between his tears, a big smile on his face. "Lying is bad !"

"Oh shut up, frog !" England retorted, with no effect.

Alfred had managed to get closer too, Ivan behind him since their hands were still intertwined, and looked at his fathers with a mixture of concern and suspicion.

"Papa ?" he asked.

It took a few more seconds and a couple of deep breaths, but Francis managed to calm down enough to speak.

"Your dad asked me if I-"

"I said shut up frog !" Arthur interrupted him, but centuries of knowing each other made it easy for the French nation to escape his attempt at blocking his mouth.

"If I knew where the broken parts of the cursed chair were so he could fix it and find a way to apply its effects to Ivan" Francis finished in a chuckle, obviously finding it as hilarious as the first time. Arthur glared at his husband, but Francis merely blew a kiss in his direction and England looked the other way with a tsk.

Only then did he seemed to notice his sons' faces, and he crossed his arms on his chest with a grumpy look.

"What ?" Arthur grumbled.

Matthew facepalmed while Alfred just shouted "Dad !" in protest.

"Don't act all surprised, brat" Arthur shrugged, his blush mostly gone by now. "You had it coming and you know it."

"Dad" Matthew sighed. "Surely you remember how you put Gilbert through hell when we started dating."

"I remember !" Gilbert shouted, and came to hug Matthew from behind. The Canadian nation chuckled at the display of affection. He could almost picture the glare his boyfriend was sending to his English dad. Said nation glared back threateningly, not looking sorry in the least. Arthur could be quite overprotective of his children and kept a list of who he deemed good enough for them.

As far as Matthew knew, that list of people England deemed good enough for Alfred and him was just a blank sheet of paper with no name on it.

"Then" the Canadian nation pursued, "you probably remember how the only effect it had was pissing me off and making me afraid of losing a healthy relationship with someone I deeply cared for. I strongly advise against doing the same with Al."

"I will not let this brute break my baby's heart a second time !" Arthur shot back, and his green eyes started glowing when his gaze turned to Russia.

Matthew noticed how Alfred tensed and Ivan winced at the blow. This was still a sensitive subject for them, obviously, but the simple fact that they reacted like this, then subtly got closer to each other, was telling enough.

Before Canada could intervene, though, Francis put his hand on Arthur's forearm, suddenly very serious. Apparently, Matthew hadn't been the only one to notice the new couple's expressions.

"Mon lapin" he said gently, "I think Mattie got a point there."

"I beg your fucking pardon !?" England exclaimed with an incredulous look. "Did you forget what he did to Alfred ?"

"I certainly did not" France declared, and looked at Ivan for a second with a warning glint in his eyes. It was enough to make Matthew shudder even without being the one it was addressed to. "But I think neither did Alfred, and our son still chose him. I say we trust our child's decision."

"Thanks papa" Alfred smiled sincerely, to which Francis winked knowingly.

"Don't think you're off the hook, mon trésor. You and I are still going to have a little conversation about this."

That remark made Alfred looked way less confident and far more worried. Matthew had to bit his lips at that. He could remember the discussion his French father had subjected him to when he had learned about his relationship with Gilbert, and a sadistic part of him was satisfied to know that Alfred would go through the same trial.

"And I'm still not approving of him" Arthur added with a finger pointed in Ivan's direction.

"Dad, you are not going to curse my boyfriend !" Alfred groaned.

-o-oOo-o-

Feliciano observed the fascinating discussion between America and England for a good fifteen minutes. He'd been as surprised as everyone when Russia had announced their relationship, but the way the scary nation was standing close to Alfred, and looking at him when his boyfriend was too focus on his conversation... the fondness wasn't faked.

And it was fun to see Alfred argue against his father for Russia's safety, with Francis and Canada occasionnally helping him. It was really amusing, actually. And a very nice way to conclude Russia and America's complicated love story. As much as Feliciano loved tragic ends of romantic relationships in books and plays, he prefered when real life love stories ended happily.

When they seemed to finally come to an agreement, North Italy turned to his own boyfriend, and started patting his shoulder.

Ludwig hadn't move a muscle for the past twenty minutes, and his head was in his hands, looking down at his desk. Feliciano knew it had been hard enough for him to let those events unfold during an official meeting, and the blond nation had only let it happen because Prussia had told him to let them do their thing.

"Veeee !" Feliciano smiled. "They're done, Doitsu !"

"Are you sure about that ?" Ludwig asked evenly.

"Si !" the Italian nation smiled, and as he noticed everyone slowly turning to them, he took a couple of steps back to ensure he would stand behind his lover. He knew his beloved blond enough to guess what was about to happen, and he was aware it was better avoiding the full blow of it by standing behind the German nation.

Ludwig stood up, and waited until most people looked at him.

"Does anyone else here need to threaten someone ?" he asked in a very calm voice.

When no one answered, thus giving him his answer, Ludwig's face took an angry shade of red and his fist hit the desk, hard.

"THEN EVERYONE GOES BACK TO THEIR PLACE !" he roared.

This was the beginning of one of the most legendary German lectures of all time, one that had the entirety of the United Nations stay utterly silent for the rest of the morning session in fear that he would start again should they breathe too loudly.