Alright. My attempt at Chapter Two. ;A; I'm so sorry if it seems bad. I feel that its rushed.

Hetalia is not mine. As much as I wish it was...

Chapter 2: Memories Resurface

Alfred stumbled into the meeting room quietly. He peered around, and thankfully noticed Russia had not yet shown up. He took the seat nearest to the window, and started munching on his 3rd burger of the day-the other two having been devoured in the car.

He peered around nervously. It had been a week since the whole 'waking up next to Russia in bed' event. Apparently, from what he remembered, He had gone to a bar, gotten shitfaced drunk, met Russia, and went home and had hot, wild sex – Not to say he enjoyed it! . . . Well, okay. Maybe he did, but that didn't mean he was in love with the larger [Commie] nation.

The door opened, and Russia ,Speak of the devil, walked in. He, unfortunately for Alfred, sat near the nation of freedom. In fact, he took the seat right next to him. Alfred slowly chewed on the hamburger mush in his mouth, his appetite slowly fading away due to the Eurasian nation's presence. He could feel Russia's violet eyes locked on him, and it only added to his nervousness.

Russia didn't bring the topic up the whole meeting- Which was good, because Alfred sure as fucking hell didn't want to acknowledge it. It happened, It's done, It's in the past. End of story, case closed, the end.

But, some part of Alfred wished Ivan- No, Russia*, would bring it up. Some part of him wanted Russia to acknowledge Alfred as more than a good lay- and no, he was not being conceited. He was the hero, of course he'd be a good lay.

The meeting ended without him receiving a single word from Russia, and though a part of Alfred wanted to confront the taller nation, he went straight home instead-not even stopping for more burgers.

He turned on the tv, which somehow was set to the History Channel, though he could've sworn he hadn't watched it recently. Coincidentally, it was having a special on the Cold war. Great. Fucking great.

He frowned, remembering how France would joke hat the two nations were fighting over dominance in bed. Of course, that wasn't what it was about at all. It was because Russia was being a fucking copycat. And even though the arguments never escalated into a full out war, he still liked to think that he won the Cold War.

He always thought the only feelings he had towards Russia were those that one would have for their worst enemy. So then, why was he going through all this? Why was he stumbling over his emotions and memories confused? Why had he even slept with Russia? Drunk or sober, Russia was last on his list of people to have sex with. But it was only sex, so why did he find himself worrying about it?

Alfred thought back to the memories. There was a huge gap between finding Russia and going home. He only remembered the bar, getting drunk, talking to Russia, GAP, home, sex. But Russia wouldn't have randomly dragged him home and fucked him, would he? But it's not like Alfred wasn't willing, or at least, that's not how it seemed in the memory.

'Come on, Jones. You have to remember some part of what happened..." He closed his eyes and tried to force out the memory to the front of his mind. Walked into the bar. Ordered American beer. Ordered more, more, more. Drunk! "Demonstrating how to be a fool, Товарищ ?" 'That's it! That's what I need to remember!'

Alfred laughed, explaining how to solve global warming to the nearest person. "Demonstrating how to be a fool, Товарищ ?" A thick, Russian accented voice asked. Alfred turned and grinned at Russia.

"Pfft, no! I'm explaining my awesome, heroic plans, not that you'd understand, commie!" Alfred then found himself bursting into laughter, somehow finding this whole situation hilarious. Russia's eyes flickered to the 8 empty glass beer bottles that were once filled to the top with American beer and smirked. "You are not one to hold your alcohol, Подсолнечник ."

Alfred blinked "Whuts the hell that mean? I don't understand commie speak..." Russia just smiled and rested his hand on Alfred's head. "Be careful you do not jump in front of a car, Да ? It'd be a shame for such a beautiful Sunflower to be torn up." Alfred stared, his face heating up.

"I'm not a flower," He mumbled, a hiccup following. Russia shook his head. "Not true. You are my Sunflower. I intend to make you mine one day."
Alfred stared. "Why are you telling me all of this?" Russia laughed. "Because, одсолнечник , You are too drunk to have the ability to remember this conversation tomorrow morning."
Alfred pouted. That'd suck that he wouldn't remember this conversation...Although he wasn't sure why. He just wanted to be able to remember this, Russia's words, and his now quickly beating heart.

Looking up at Russia, his heart fluttered. With one last drink, the last bit of liquid from the glass bottle, he grabbed Russia's hand and dragged him out the bar.

"Tonight, lets become one."

Alfred's eyes snapped open, and he felt his face suddenly heat up. He would definitely be avoiding Russia.

Done. As I said, sorry if this seems rushed. I tried ^^;;

*It's my mind-canon that nations only call eachother by their human names if they have a strong relationship. Or it's brought on by a strong emotion, AKA anger at a nation.

I used all the same Russian words that I used in Chapter 1, so the translations are there.