I do not own Hetalia okay? Work is getting busy so I can't update all of them like I did. Anyway, enough of th A/N, on with the fic!

Alfred woke early to see the new snow and smiled. He and Ivan had been out a few times and always came back cold, exhausted but the activities of the night left them more so. New Year's Eve was a day away and Alfred wanted to get out today and get the most of the time he had on the slopes. He had been dusting off some of the tricks he had not done in a few years and while there were a few spills, it was nothing too serious. By the time Ivan woke up, he saw that Alfred was already decked out from head to toe in his new gear and had his snowboard in his hand. Why he won't ski I will never know, but he does have fun. Ivan thought as he sat up in the bed. "Ugggghhhh, eager to get started today, da?" Ivan laughed.

"Well we're only staying till what, the second?" Ivan nodded. Alfred continued, "Well you paid good money for this, I'm going to get the most out of it." He then threw Ivan his jacket. "Hurry up and get dressed. I'll meet you at the restaurant for breakfast then let's hit the slopes."

"Fine. Just wait here." Ivan said as he got up and began to get dressed.

"Fine." Alfred laid back on the bed and rolled his eyes. He then picked up the remote control and flipped through the channels. "Just let me know when you are ready."

Matthew had gotten up before Katyusha that morning and headed into the kitchen. He had filled out all the paperwork that Gilbert cursed human resources for requiring, which was quite an interesting sight, to hear German profanity as he went through the boring legal documents that his job had required him to do. "I'm really sorry about all of this Mattie. Luddy just went to HR himself when it came time. He's good with this kind of crap. Me? It's part of the job. I have to but god knows I hate it." Gilbert said as he handed the final pages to his secretary. "There. Give that to that bitch in HR. "So, here's your first assignment." Gilbert said.

"Already? Investigating something?" Matthew said with a little interest.

"Nein, nothing that interesting sadly. But we do have to get your face out there. And this station has a New Year's broadcast, now don't get your hopes that it's freaking Times Square. You have to be some soulless celebrity phony to get that. But it's a small little thing where they drop a giant marshmallow." Gilbert explained as Matthew looked at him confused. "Oh I forgot, you said you didn't spend a lot of time here."

"Al never really mentioned that." Matthew said. "Then again he spends most New Year's days with a splitting hangover."

"So he's got tolerance like your Dad huh? I've seen Francis's new year's drinking." Gilbert laughed. "But I know many a party had Arthur regretting it next day."

"I think it is because Ivan talks Al into matching him shot for shot with vodka." Matthew said.

"Oh and he can't hold his white liquors. I understand that. I can drink you under the table with a fine beer. Come to Oktoberfest one time with me and Luddy. But give me some peppermint schnapps, too much and it's nothing but minty vomit." Noticing Matthew was looking rather awkward at this, "Relax. I run this place like a relaxed but well disciplined well oiled machine. But to keep that well oiled, we must have fun and know each other. So yeah, most of the people here know what it takes for me to get drunk." Matthew waved off Gilbert to head back to Katyusha when he smiled, "Oh and tell your Schöne Ehefrau she's invited to the station's bash too. If her feet aren't too swollen with your das Töchterchen"

"Huh?" Matthew asked. "I am not that good with German remember?"

"You will pick it up after awhile." Gilbert laughed. "But you can bring your beautiful wife if her feet aren't too swollen from the baby girl. Francis told me the other day." He added noticing Matthew's confusion. "Auf Wiedersehen!" he said as Matthew waved him off.

He had went home and told Katyusha of his first assignment. She had hugged him tightly then but screamed like a teenage girl who had been asked to the prom by a movie star in some clinched teen romance movie when he added that Gilbert said that she could come too. "Now I don't know if you'll be on television as well, he said he wanted me there to introduce the viewers to me as the new anchor."

"Still. My Matvey will be on television and I will be there to see it. Not stuck at home having to wait ungodly hours for him to come back." Katyusha said. "I must find something proper to wear! You do have your new suits. God, if only your papa were here. I have never met anyone else so knowledgeable about fashion! This is so exciting." She said as she ran into the bedroom and looked in the closet to see if there was any dresses she deemed good enough. "And he could probably quickly alter this to accommodate the baby bump too..." She sighed as she looked at a light blue dress she had that came off the shoulder and accented her chest better than most dresses. It fell to her knees and she wore it often with a set of tan sandals.

"How about we go find something better for cold weather?" Matthew said. "There's a few nice dress stores where Papa dragged Al and Ivan after Thanksgiving."

"And we can call him and show him what we pick out." Katyusha smiled. Matthew smiled nervously. "Yes he'd know a lot about that..."

After breakfast that day, Alfred got his snowboard, Ivan his skis and they headed out to make full advantage of the day. Alfred was eager to show off the tricks he had finally perfected and to take some of the faster slopes down the hill. Since he heard about the Aspen Thumper being one of the biggest ramps that could get some of the best tricks done, Alfred insisted he and Ivan try it out. Ivan was nervous as it had been awhile since he had done anything with that kind of speed. The memory of the instructor the first time he had been skiing in America came to mind "If you pizza when you should have French fried, you're going to have a bad time" Ivan gulped as the lift took them to the top of the jump. "Are you sure about this Fredka? I won't think less of you if we back out."

"Nah man, I haven't been getting my groove back for nothing Vanaya." Alfred smiled as he jumped out of the gate and sped down the hill.

"Chert voz'mi, ty spazm" Ivan said under his breath as he followed after Alfred who had taken the jump and as he twisted in the air, he tried to flip in a circle with his head towards the ground. Ivan gulped at this, thinking he would lose control. The board came to be horizontal with the ground again but as it came closer, Alfred started to wobble and he fell with his back to the ground over a few rocks and a large stump

Ivan looked over at Alfred who had taken the slope wrong and had fallen over. "Son of a bitch!" Alfred yelled. Well he's not unconscious... Ivan said as he ran over to his injured husband. The right leg looked like it had sustained some damage as he had fallen off the ramp he was trying to jump off of and onto a large stump. He tried to get up. Ivan saw this and looked slightly relieved as Alfred tried to get back up but fell back down. "Fuck!" Alfred said.

"Just calm down." Ivan said as he sat next to Alfred. "Let me check this out."

"It hurts like a son of a bitch!" Alfred hissed as he bit his lip.

"Can you put weight on it?" Ivan asked, trying to remember everything he had been taught to determine if a bone was broken or not. When he saw Alfred's failure to get back up, he had thought so but it could just be a sprain. He didn't need to seek too much help for that. But if it was broken, he'd have to go to the hospital.

"Did you not see what just happened? I can't fucking stand!" Alfred moaned.

"Oooohh I need to get some help..." Ivan sighed as he turned around.

"Don't you fucking dare leave me alone like this you commie bastard!" Alfred cursed. Ivan ignored the insult knowing just how colorful his insults could be when he was in pain. Well that was some pretty loud cursing, maybe a ranger or resort worker heard it. Ivan thought as he heard an engine revving nearby. "For fuck's sake..." Alfred moaned.

"We got some reports of loud and foul language from some of the guests." A man with a Finnish accent said as he stopped the snowmobile and turned to Ivan.

"Well I think you will see why here." Ivan said as he drug the man to where Alfred was. "You showed up just in time."

"Oh my!" The resort groundskeepers said. "I can see why." He bent down to look at Alfred. "How does your leg feel?"

"Like shit." Alfred snarled. "And just who the hell are you?"

"Please forgive his language and rudeness." Ivan pleaded.

"I can see he's badly injured. I've heard it all before." He sighed. "I'm Tino Väinämöinen. I am one of the workers at this resort in charge of patrolling the grounds." He pressed on Alfred's leg where the fracture appeared to have happened. "I don't see any blood soaked into the clothes, that's good..." He noted. "Alfred, do you have any numbness or tingling around this spot?"

"I thought it was because I was in my ass in the snow." Alfred cursed.

"It's likely broken." Tino reported as he pulled out a radio from his jacket. "Berwald, yep, going to need the medical mobile. Contact an ambulance, I think it's broken. Okay."

"Huh?" Ivan asked confused.

"It appears that the leg is broken. I can't see any blood and he does seem to have a...lively" Tino paused to find the right words. "Yes lively response. So either his adrenaline is way up and ignoring the blood loss, or it's a simple fracture. Easily reset but there's no more stunts for you." He said as he turned to Alfred.

"Fuck off." Alfred moaned. He then saw Ivan's face drop. "Look, sorry for what I said, this just fucking hurts and I fucking ended our trip and you'll have to look after me for like 6 fucking weeks. I can't do much while we're here..."

"It's no worries Fredka." Ivan said as he kissed Alfred on the forehead. "You would do the same for me.

"Awwwww you two are so sweet." Tino said as another snowmobile with a small trailer attached to it pulled up. A stern, tall blonde man got off with an extensive first aid bag and a stretcher. "Hello Berwald." Tino waved. Berwald nodded and then pointed to Alfred.

"This the patient?" He asked simply.

"Yes. Had a nasty accident doing a trick." Tino reported. At this Berwald looked over at the injured Alfred and began to move him gently to prepare him for transport.

"OW OW OW!" Alfred moaned as the broken leg was moved.

"Don't resist." Berwald said as he laid out the stretcher and nodded for Tino to join him. Tino took Alfred's shoulders as Berwald took the legs as gentle as he could, ignoring the cries of pain.

"Should I help?" Ivan asked, feeling rather uncomfortable while these two men took care of his husband. "I mean I might be a little stronger than you Tino..."

"Thank you for the concern, but I have this. This isn't the first time we've had to treat a broken leg, and won't be the last." Tino said as he reassured Alfred about what Berwald was doing. Once the leg splint was finished, they took the stretcher to the snowmobile and headed back to the lodge. Ivan headed after.

"Sorry but there isn't enough room for both of you." Tino replied putting his hand up to stop Ivan from joining Alfred. "But I can give you a ride back to the lodge on mine." With this Ivan packed his skis on his back and held onto Tino as he followed Berwald back to the lodge. At the lodge, a few paramedics were waiting with an ambulance to take Alfred to the hospital.

"Already?" Ivan asked.

"I am sure you know that accidents are likely to happen here." Tino explained. "We are also pretty close to the dispatch center. They will take you and Alfred to the hospital so his leg can be fully set."

"Ah fuck this hurts..." Alfred moaned as Berwald and a paramedic put him on a stretcher and into the ambulance. Ivan made to follow Alfred in when he stopped him. "Dude, Vanya think for a minute. How are we going to get back here, drive the car and meet me there."

"You sure you did not hit your head?" Ivan cracked a smile.

"Maybe, who knows." Alfred shrugged as the driver gave Ivan the directions to the hospital. "And it looks like my board will need some repair too, when he saw it."

"We'll worry about your leg first." Ivan said as he picked up the broken board and waved Alfred off as he got the car keys and drove to the hospital. It had seemed the ambulance had gotten there first as he had found a nurse taking Alfred's blood pressure and giving him a shot of pain medication. Alfred waved over at Ivan as the receptionist had let him back and took him to him.

"Don't feel bad big guy." Alfred laughed. "I got a good story to tell everyone. Is it just me or do you think that Berwald guy really liked that Tino guy? And what kind of name is Tino anyway. His accent was funny. Reminded me of an elf or something at Christmas." Alfred looked all around at the emergency room setting. "Look at the curtains here. Holes at the top! I could make a fish net out of them!"

"I see the medication is kicking in." Ivan sighed. He had remembered that in their final year he had to have his wisdom teeth removed and he had volunteered to take him to the oral surgeon so his fathers wouldn't have to and Matthew could go to a job interview that happened to be the same day. When he had finally come to after the anesthesia, the pain medicine that was prescribed had made him very giggly, much like he was now.

"Ah yes, Mr. Braginsky-Jones." The doctor said. "I am Doctor Yao Wang."

"Your last name is Wang!" Alfred laughed.

"I heard it all before." The long black haired Chinese doctor sighed.

"Forgive him, heavy pain medication makes him this way." Ivan said.

"It is an unfortunate consequence for coming to America to practice. Although I am older than I look and have also practiced in Australia and the United Kingdom and had gotten the same laugh." Ivan nodded as Doctor Wang turned to him. "You must be the husband." Doctor Wang said as he looked over to Ivan. "You'll be happy to know despite the fact this young nutjob, no offense, thought he was Batman and that he could fly off that blasted snowboard, the fracture is a simple one and just requires resetting and a cast. It was a displaced fracture meaning the bones were placed out of position." Ivan nodded. "We also made sure there was no damage on any other bones, like his spine or ribs or neck and they are fine. A little bruised but fine. We will put the cast and look for any current signs of a concussion but they can be delayed. So far, he has not tell tale signs, but that does not mean a mild one could not have occurred. Keep him from alcohol while on the medication. They do not mix."

"Awwwwwww." Alfred pouted "but tomorrow's New Year's Eve."

"I'll get us some sparking cider then." Ivan said.

"But you can have your usual vodka." Alfred huffed.

"I will not this year." Ivan pledged. "If my podsolnechnik cannot, then I will not either."

"Do we have to go home?" Alfred sighed.

"Well if you don't mind staying in the room until the second and hanging around the lodge, then I guess we can if you want." Ivan suggested as he and Alfred watched Doctor Wang and another doctor, one named Doctor Leon who said he was an exchange student from Hong Kong who seemed to have a rebellious respect for Doctor Wang. Apparently Doctor Wang was a well respected emergency doctor who had great experience in all sorts of conditions and had been a doctor in the Chinese military before heading to the civilian sector as he got older. He was an associate of one of Leon's professors in Hong Kong. After a few minutes, the cast was finished.

"There. Good as new. You will be on crutches for six to eight weeks. Contact your regular doctor at this time and they will see how it healed. They will be the one to remove it and you will probably have some physical therapy needed after this, to get your injured leg as strong as the other. You two lovebirds can discuss your ruined new year while I get you the prescriptions needed and your after care instructions."

"After care..." Alfred giggled.

"Oh what's so funny..." Ivan noticed the type of giggle. "Look I know you are under the influence of heavy pain medications but get your mind out of the gutter. The one time we tried that and needed it it was disaster." Ivan dropped his voice in case anyone was eavesdropping. His tone increased "So you don't mind staying at the lodge until we were supposed to go back?"

"Nah, as long as it's with you. Gives Matt and Katy a break from us too." Alfred said.

"Well if that is what you want moya lyubov'" Ivan said as he kissed Alfred on the forehead. "It seems I have a message from Katyusha." He said as he looked at the phone in his pocket. He headed into the corner and played the voicemail.

"I am sorry I missed you malenʹkyy brat. You must be having lots of fun with Fredka out there. But I just got word from Matvey's boss. If you have the local news station at the lodge keep an eye on the station's new years broadcast. That is all I can say. Bahato lyubovi" With this the voice mail ended.

"What was that?"

"Katyusha. Said we should watch the station Matvey works at during New Year's Eve..." Ivan said. "Wouldn't say more."

"Well I guess we can do that, but if I can't drink, then I will have room service deliver a lot of my favorite party foods." Alfred demanded.

"Sure." Ivan smiled.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. The marshmallow idea came from some of the weird things towns in Pennsylvania drop. I grew up in that state and look it up. One town drops Bologna. No foolin! But anyway, I don't have much to add that isn't in the opening A/N, so remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,

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