Emil rounded the street corner only to see Leon jump up from the bench in front of the Ben and Jerry's.

"Emil! Like how are you?" he said in greeting.

"I'm good," Emil replied, " what abo-" but he was cut off as Leon yammered on at a fast pace.

"Good, good. Okay, listen, this total hunk and his friend walked in to get some ice cream just before you got here, and I know you're not great at the whole wing man thing, but I need you to help me get his number."

Emil gawked at his friend.

"Jesus christ Leon, I know you're desperate, but are you really going to try and pick people up at an ice cream parlor? If you're looking for a date then go to a gay bar or something."

"Hey!" Leon interjected, giving his friend the most offended look he could, "I would do it for you!"

"No you wouldn't, because I would never ask you to help me hit on people at a fucking ice cream parlor," Emil countered, "that guys just here trying to hang out with his friend, leave him alone."

"Fine," Leon pouted, "but at least let me point him out to you."

"Yeah, sure, whatever, can we just go get our ice cream please?"

The door jingled as they stepped inside and the smell of waffle cones hit them both as they got in line to order.

"mmmm," Leon said, "that smells delicious," just then his eyes trained on a corner of the room and he smirked, "and speaking of delicious, there's that cutie I was telling you about."

Emil followed his friend's gaze to the man in the corner and just about died of second hand mortification. Their, sitting with a bomber jacket draped across the chair next to him, was Alfred.

"Oh no," Emil groaned, "Come on Lee, not that guy."

"What do you mean? What's wrong with him?" Leon asked defensively.

"He's such a fuck boi, Lee," Emil sighed, "He works at Hetalia Children's Center with me, and from what I can tell he's a total jerk. Let's go somewhere else before he sees us."

But it was too late for that. Just as they were about to turn around and leave Alfred turned around and saw them. Over the clamor of the ice cream parlor Emil could heard the man's loud voice as he excitedly exclaimed to the small dark haired man across from him.

"Hey! That's the grumpy guy from my new job! We should ask him to sit with us!"

And then his hand shot up in the air and waved to the two of them, and at that moment, as Emil stood there awkwardly waving back at his coworker, he would have given just about anything to be invisible.

Leon couldn't help but laugh at Emil lackluster wave and displeased face.

"Ooooooh nooooo," he said, his voice brimming with sarcasm, "we have to go sit with a cute boy now, whatever will we dooooo?"

"Shut up asshole. Why don't you go pick out your ice cream or something?"

It was right about then that both boys noticed how close they were to the front of the line.

"Oh shoot!" exclaimed Leon, "I haven't even looked at their choices yet!"

In the end they both ended up ordering a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream before going to sit down with Alfred and his friend.

"Hey! Who's your bro?" Alfred asked as they took their seats.

"Oh, that's just-"

"My name's Leon," the smaller man interjected, "I'm Emil's cooler, funnier, best friend."

Emil glared at the Chinese boy before turning back to Alfred.

"And who's your friend over there," he said, motioning to the raven haired man across from him.

"Oh that's Kiku! He's my best bud!"

Kiku simply nodded back at them, appearing to be intensely focused on his cell phone.

"He's kind of quite," Alfred explained apologetically, "But anyways what have you guys been up to? We just went to the new exhibit at the aerospace museum. Have you seen it?"

"No," Emil said, "but I saw on of the flyers for it. It's about biplanes right?"

He was cautiously optimistic about this conversation. The aerospace museum was one of his favorite places to go, maybe, he thought, Alfred and I could have something in common after all.

"Yep! It was great. I bought a model of a French Nieuport 17 from the gift shop, so now I'm a bisexual with a biplane."

Alfred laughed at his own joke and Kiku shook his head in response.

"He spent the whole time making puns about his sexuality, it was ridiculous."

But Emil barely heard Kiku's complaint, the gears in his head were turning to fast for him to pay attention.

Alfred was queer? He had totally pegged him as an oblivious straight guy. After all, most queer men didn't wear adidas snapbacks...or at least not the ones Emil knew.

"Oh my god Emil" Leon said, breaking the albino out of his thoughts, "why didn't you tell me he was another gay? I can't believe you would keep that sort of important information from me!"

Emil gave his friend an exasperated look, "I met him today Lee, how was I supposed to know he was queer? And why do you care so much anyways?"

Alfred laughed awkwardly, breaking back into the conversation, "So are you guys are queer too?"

"Yeah totally," Leon replied, "I'm gay and Emil here is gay and ace. So like, a fancy gay."

"It's not fancy Leon, I just don't feel sexual attraction," Emil huffed.

"...Right..." Alfred said, sounding a little apprehensive, "um..so Emil you said you saw the flyer for the aerospace exhibit, are you into space stuff too?"

Emil was incredibly glad for the change in topic.

"Um yeah I guess, but what I really like is airplanes. The Boeing 247 is my favorite, did you know that it was the first modern airliner?"

"Nerd," Alfred said with a chuckle,"But that's okay, I'm I pretty big nerd too, but I like space ships better."

The four of them stayed in the ice cream parlor for two hours, talking and laughing about various things and, to his surprise Emil found that he was having a fairly pleasant time.

Maybe, Emil thought as he walked out the parlor door, Alfred's not so bad. Maybe we could even be friends.

AN: Making puns about your sexuality is gay culture, sorry I don't make the rules.

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