A/N I'm back. I apologize for my absence a lot of stuff has happen in rl. If you check my profile I made some updates there on stories and what's going to happen. fyi everyone I really burned Natalya in this chapter just for a warning. I like Natalya in the series, but here she is the antagonist so yeah she has to play ugly. Also some M rated stuff later.

Hetalia is owned by Hima-Papa

I do not own 'It Takes Two'

OCs belong to me!


After that little call with her beloved fiancé, Natalya snapped her phone shut almost breaking the expensive cover Alfred bought a few weeks ago. She kept screaming to her personal stylist to fix this disaster of hair. Her beautiful, luscious silver locks ruined by an eight year old's cheap piece of sticky, slimy chewing gum. It was like a horror movie, watching the stylist cutting it all away hoping her beloved hair wasn't completely ruined to mere strands. Natalya was disgusted that this little girl was ruining everything. Since the day she first met her to the embarrassment of her, supposed to be 'perfect', engagement party where that little girl gave her a show alright, a show to embarrass and ridicule the now sticky headed woman. She knew that Alice wanted her to fail, especially letting the last strand of hair to fall off the tip off of her head literally. Natalya let out a few angered groans while her stylist was staring in confusion through the mirror, not continuing his craftsmanship. "Who told you to stop!" The woman screamed her lungs out, "It better looks presentable or you'll get nothing in return!"

"Oui ma cherie. Of course you'll look like an angel that was flown from the heavens. Your fiancé will adore this beautiful masterpiece," The stylist flipped his shoulder-length locks in a slow motion to exasperate his manner. "Yes yes Francis. I can't believe that brat did this," Natalya tried not to not claw the styling chair's arms with her pressed nails. "Children," Francis sighed while getting a flat iron to add volume to the short chops, "At least your hair is not completely gone, my ex and his little priss of a friend who I thought was a fabulous stylist took everything, eyebrows and all. I couldn't show myself for months until everything was back. It was trés horrible!" Natalya didn't pay attention to the stylist's previous hair escapades; she kept rolling her eyes still trapped in her own thoughts. Francis kept in on his conversation and suddenly Natalya's ears perked with interest. "Even though she is, how should I say, 'yours' after the marriage, I'm sure everything will take its course. You basically have him on hind legs like your pet. It's not like you have control to bump the date oui?" He gave a wink at the mirror for her to notice. Natalya gave a smirk back that he was right. Alfred could do anything to please her even if his precious little angel has to go through some simple obstacles. Then the thought of Tibet came up and what if the little girl was sent to a more familiar environment? Natalya gave herself a smirk while rolling her fingertips against the stylist chair elaborating more about her idea. There are many boarding schools especially by her homeland. It would reasonable for her precious Alice to look upon her step-mother's roots of the bitter cold of Belarus. She would learn a great deal of manners and gain more appreciation to her elders. Oh how that would work splendidly! That little angel is no longer breaking walls on my plan. No need to worry, Daddy's little girl won't be getting no more. She thought deviously smirking of what she hoped was about to go smooth sailing into her bright future.

Natalya was staring at one of the clock on the salon's wall reading 7:00 p.m. It was starting to get late since the little hair epidemic took a good three hours to fix by detangling the gum jungle of hair. Just by taking care of this mess took majority of her time that day; she wasn't able to finish the rest of her list for the day. Though, she did find her perfect dress earlier in the afternoon. Her dress, in her specific taste, was flawless from head to toe from this expensive boutique a few blocks up north. She had to have the most expensive, decorative dress they had available with all the rimes and gems attached that would sparkle out into the distance making herself the fairest of them all. The dress didn't turn many heads due to so much of the design had been be-dazzled too much. It was a big eye sore but not to this particular queen. While searching through all the nooks and crannies of the place, many of the boutique's employees were scared of this new, upcoming 'Bridezilla' on the lookout for the finest delicacy. She was the fiancée of Alfred F. Jones after all. They had to make everything to her liking no matter what the circumstances would be. It was about to get even worse until one of the bravest employees, god bless her soul, stepped up to explain to her that she had a wad of gum stuck on her scalp. The sticky substance wasn't as noticeable to the open eye the employee thought, though whoever had hid it right behind a big clump of the woman's silver locks was a pure genius. It was a very difficult time especially with the employees almost about to cry out of fear or run out hoping they don't get torn from limb to limb about this unfortunate outcome. A few of the male employees had to hold her down to prevent any brutal warfare against the one who spoke of the surprise hidden beneath. How embarrassing for Natalya not noticing, assuming that little prick back at the estate was giggling of her success. But that laughing would be switched to the opposite once she arrives back tomorrow. Yes tomorrow! She could bump the date to make this fairytale ending of hers to become sooner. Why not the day after tomorrow? It would've been too late to arrive back to the estate tonight and Natalya is not a morning person so arriving in the afternoon tomorrow would be the best fit. For the rest of her time in the city she could comfort herself with more of Alfred's money and her private suite to pamper more of her delights. Throw out organizing the rest of her wedding plans for the night. She couldn't focus to continue any more of her plans for the rest of the day due to the new development of the plan. Right now she imagined herself with Alfred, snuggled up in his brawny arms with mountains of cash scattered around when making love. What a marvelous fantasy of her dreams, just wanting to suck him dry from his earnings. She could simply call people to do the rest of the work for her, the simplest task, with the help of Alfred's state of the art technology and of course the money that connected her towards him. Or better yet her brother could finish the rest of the orders. Her older brother could get everything organized in no problems. While Francis was still ironing her hair, she slid into her slim pocket of her designer jeans to make the call. With her brother on speed dial she pressed the button to let the call go through.

"Da?" Ivan answered. "Big Brother you must help!" Natalya changed the tone of her voice like a little kid wanting something from the candy or toy store. She always used this vocal tone to ask anything from her Big Brother. Whatever she wants, big brother could get. "What you desire Natalya?" Ivan asked. He knew that this little voice of hers would eventually win in his favor, even though he dreads it dearly. Even though he dreads his annoying little sister entirely, he needed her to get what he needed for his company to survive even if she had to sleep with the enemy to obtain his goal. Ivan Braginski was the CEO of his own cell phone company in the city called Braginski Corp. His phones were in his mind, state of the arch, compared to the flimsy contraptions that Jones created. The Russian himself thought the idea of having an accessible touch screen in the winter. No one would want to take off their gloves in the bitter cold to tap their phone; but unfortunately, Jones was the first to succeed to get the product out to the market making the Russian fall in his business further. The Russian ponders why people would buy Jones' phones over his. He originally created the idea of the touch pad in the winter; his brand was in silver for crying out loud. Everyone likes silver phones right? But no everyone wanted the freaky neon color ones that Jones spat out. He and Jones were rivals since college in NYU where who could do the best to score. He did succeed in some of his finest inventions, but not as many compared to the high mighty Jones. He needed Jones' secrets for newer material that could be sold in the future, but he could not make this happen by himself he needed a distraction and that would be his sister. Ivan would always want to beat Jones in everything, but to do this he needed his half-sister to do his dirty deeds to get the guy eating out of her palm, marry her, and eventually be entitled to the company to get everything. Ivan could get the blueprints and Natalya agreed with receiving the distribution of money. When they are both pleased, the plan was for Natalya to divorce and cut Jones out of everything. The only rule Ivan told his sister is to not mention their relations to Jones and play the part of a marketing service manager under Jones' branch. Ivan had to cut some strings for her to get the job in the beginning. So, yes eventually they would be the successors of their little plan and Jones will be the only failure. They just had to play it out further until the time uncoils. "I want you to make many calls for my wedding of course!" Natalya gave a giggle pushing the fake voice further. "Why? You let that butler of his to do it," Ivan dragged his voice on the other line. "Because I know only you have to do it. I have good news though! I'm going to move the date to the day after tomorrow!" Natalya squealed while Francis was still laughing in his own French tongue. The Frenchmen kept ironing the short chops of hair. "Really?" Ivan's voice picked up to like 'now we are getting somewhere' tone. "Yes. There is still lot to get done so you'll have to do it!" Ivan still hated this part of this bargain; he had to cater his half-sister's needs. "What do you need to get?" Now the Russian's voice started to get annoyed with the demands. Natalya could tell at times where her strong big brother could slip out of his fake niceness.

"Everything! I only got my dress and some bridesmaids!" After the little fiasco with the boutique offered bridesmaids outfits on the house as an apology to Alfred Jones' fiancé. That's when she realized that she didn't have anyone on her list to be her bridesmaids. Bridesmaids are essential for a wedding ceremony! Though, she did have the pattern of the dresses chosen in a stripped, well mainly, a dark gloomy attire making the girls the woman's shadow. Knowing Natalia she wanted to be the only one at the party with all the attention possible. She gave a tap to her speed dial to call up some ladies that were fit for the position. Yet, there weren't many women she knew would be interested; but thanks to Alfred, she is sure they would love to have a part of the famous celebration. It worked as a charm for the few she called back wanting the job given. She had three so far, but she would love to have four instead. It was a good number to go with. The only person she didn't contact yet was her older sister Katyusha. She was living out of the country at the moment. Her big brother could get a flight for her by the morning.

"It's my wedding big brother so whatever it cost get it!" Natalya's voiced shrieked with her child like voice and abruptly hung up knowing her big brother will take care of it.

"And voilà!" The stylist removed the cape and brushed off any remaining hair off Natalya's bare shoulders. "Your American beau will certainly adore this fine work of art, I do say so myself!" Francis gave a light kiss with his fingers to add the finishing touch. Natalya stared into the mirror admiring her new hair. It was pretty short thanks to the chewing gum, but it will grow out eventually to her preferred length. She combed her fingers lightly between the new locks of silver, feeling the now silky smooth and partially warm hair from the flat iron. It was acceptable. "This is fine for now," Natalya lifted herself from her seat and started writing the check for Francis. "Oui I'm sure everything will be perfect to your likings," Francis smirked while receiving his big check from his favorite customer. "I just said it was suitable don't push it," Natalya rolled her eyes in annoyance leaving not a dent in the Frenchman's ego. She passed her way through the salon's doors while the Frenchman was still in smiles and glees of his new bounty, not in the slightest care that she had escorted herself from the building letting herself out into the warm muggy smug of downtown New York.

She gave a quick smirk to herself while walking towards her vehicle that parked around the corner, a mere five footsteps from the door, since she had ordered the driver and vehicle to stay in the exact spot till her time was done. With the door shut by the attendant she ordered to be back at the hotel for the night due to celebrating. She told the driver the plans about tomorrow and the driver himself nodded and followed. He was the same as everyone else back at Jones' estate he just shut his mouth and let the woman do as she pleases without any problems spurting out. Even if he was shaking in his bones at the wheel, he tried to do his job as calmly as he could be. Hope Jones would negotiate about the sudden plans. The driver thought mentally, still shaking at the wheel from the terror that was Natalya. The hotel was a good fifteen minutes at most so it wouldn't be too much of a trouble.


Today was the day for Natalya to make the announcement. She couldn't contain herself in her seat while the limo was driving up to the main gate of the summer home estate. When the limo went to a sudden halt to the front doors, the driver didn't hesitate to open the door hence Natalya opened it for herself and ran straight through the doors. She was just too excited to be back she didn't pay any attention to the staff of confusing looks wondering why on earth she is here. Natalya comes into a rush into the foyer of the mansion pushing and shoving any servants around who are blocking her path to find Alfred. "Alfred darling! I come back early!"

Toris was dusting some of the wooden furniture in Alfred's study when he heard Natalya's voice coming from the front doors. He thought he was hallucinating, but he heard some of the staff questioning her appearance. "Wasn't she like supposed to stay for a week?" One of the maids commented outside of the door's study. Toris craned his neck outside seeing the woman walking towards Alfred's study. Natalya figured at this time of day in the afternoon Alfred would be relaxing reading his collection of comic books since he is off for the rest of week. Toris hesitated whether to hide, panic, or do all of the above. "Oh Alfred please come back soon," The butler wandered around the room dusting in a frenetic pace trying to block off Natayla's clicking high heels pounding against the hard wood floor. If she were to find out about her fiancée was out at the camp, she would have some concerns and wring Toris' neck for answers. The butler's face almost turned a shade lighter than his original skin pigment once Natalya entered. "Toris!" Natalya set her eyes set on the family butler once she entered the study, "I need to speak with Alfred," She gave a simple smile back while fixing up her short haircut with her fingertips. She was starting to get impatient with the waiting and gave a light, but not raging, sigh. Toris gave her a nervous smile and nodded. He had to think of something to buy time. He could tell her he went for a drive to get some fresh air. Yes that would do the trick since that section of the story was true. Alfred did go for a drive, but the trusty butler didn't have to mention where. "Yes Ma'am but you see..." Toris couldn't spurt any words at the moment due to how surprised he was. Her appearance was completely different than the last time he saw her. The short hair wasn't making it better for her persona. If she had some black hair dye she could've been the new 'Cruella'. Natalya was still clicking her heels against the hard wood flooring to get him out of his trance for him to finish his answer. "What happened to your hair?" He asked randomly making the vain narcissistic woman give a fake smile holding in her anger from that nuisance of a question.

"Let's just say that little angel gave me a very surprising going away present, but never mind that, where is Alfred?" Natalya gave the poor man a stern look wanting to know where is Alfred's location. "Ah.." Toris said smiling inwardly, holding in his laughter. He mentally cheered for Amelie's action. He coughed as he started shivering looking in her icy glare and closed his eyes. "A-About that...he-" At the same time they hear the sound of tire screeches and a car door being slammed in frustration outside. "He's here now," Toris said walking briskly out of the study passing Natalya. Natalya smiled and followed the butler to greet her fiancée outside. "That was so close," The butler muttered under his breath, without Natalya noticing his remark, when he was walking his way towards the front door. "Alfred!" Natalya rushed over towards the front door. "Open it!" She screamed at the Toris to open it. Toris wanted to frown at the unpleasant treatment towards him. After having multiple talks with Felix, he was starting to take up his advice of not being so soft and that nothing really was his fault. If Felix was here he would gladly give the woman a smack; though, he was called into work downtown helping a wedding. Hair can't fix themselves you know. Overall Toris didn't have to put up with being mistreated, but he bit his tongue and opened the door quickly for the mistress. With the door opened revealed her fiancée both giving a surprising and depressed look. "Alfred!" Natayla clutched on dear life on the American's form giving the American kisses all over his face. She noticed the dampness of his clothing and made a grunt of unpleasantness unlatching from his form, "Alfred, why are you wet?"

Alfred grunted in response before sighing, "Nothing Nat...I just want to take a shower okay?"

"Where you go? Tell me. You didn't say anything about my hair," Natalya swept her fingers through her short locks for a flirt to catch the American's eye. Alfred sighed before he forced a small smile to his lips and looked at Natalya. He honestly didn't remember what had caught his eye in the first place. Yeah she was pretty, but she didn't have breath taking eyes or petal soft, pink lips. She had a pretty face sure but...where was the sparkle? There wasn't anything in her eyes that sparkled with adoration or care or anything asides from lust. He was thinking about why he proposed to her anyways? What was it that made him ask the most important question in the world? He was beginning to doubt the feelings he thought he had for Natalya. "It looks nice Nat..." And with that he passed her by to take a shower upstairs to clean the lake's filth off himself.

"Nice?" Natalya placed both of her hands over her hair to cover it watching Alfred climb the staircase. She couldn't feel more embarrassed from this short hairstyle. If she could find the little perpetrator, she would gladly send the little girl a nice present as well for making Alfred act this way towards the woman. Toris closed the doors and sighed as he followed his master up the stairs leaving Natalya. Toris knew it wasn't just Natalya's unexpected arrival that upset him. Something had to happen at the camp. Alfred quickly went to his bedroom to grab a set of clothes for the shower until he was stopped by Toris. "Alfred...you like him...so why are you still going to go through with all this?" Toris whispered quietly, closing the bedroom door while Alfred was getting some sweats and a big t-shirt. Alfred was thankful that no one knew about his almost sexual encounter, he wanted to keep it at that. Looking at his butler he knew that Toris figured his mood was reflected on Arthur. Something went wrong and the butler didn't want to mention it to reopen wounds. The American was thankful to have a Toris for not as help, but as a friend to talk to. Alfred sighed and looked at Toris with tired eyes, "Because...I don't know if my feelings for her are the same anymore but...I'm doing this for Alice. She needs a motherly figure in her life Toris. I'm sure you can understand."

"Alfred I wish to speak to you," Natalya abruptly knocked on the door waiting for the American to answer back. "Can it wait Nat? I really want to shower." Alfred said getting ready to open the bathroom door to his on-suite. Natalya noticed the door not locked and walked in the American's direction, "Hmm..maybe we could..something to make you feel better?" She gave a slight wink at her fiancée hoping he got the message. Shower sex was one of best calming methods she could offer. She knew something was wrong, but with a fix of her charm she could get Alfred eating out of her palm again. Toris got the message from Natalya's body language and stared at Alfred of 'you got to talk to her' sign. Alfred got the message while Toris quickly retreated and closed the door to let the two talk. Alfred was tempted from Natalya's offer. Yes he may not be sure about his feelings, but Natalya was a freak in bed. He was about to walk towards her, but he got the image of Arthur in his head and how pained he was when Alfred told him the truth. He decided against it. "Sorry Nat. Maybe tonight." He just didn't know what to do now, what to say, how to act towards her, giving distant and awkward behavior.

"Oh. Okay later you do really need a shower," Natalya pinched her nose smelling the lake's odor breaking the pregnant pause in the room. Even though Natalya did like shower sex she couldn't stand the odor what was coming from the American's clothing. That alerting smell is a major turn off. Alfred didn't say anything while she left the room, closing the door hard on her way out. "Yeah yeah," with that Alfred went in the bathroom to turn on the shower closing his on-suite door. While stripping off his wet clothes and glasses he was thinking about Arthur...how flushed his face was...how cute he looked while practically begging...the things he could've and would've done to him if he wasn't engaged. He sighed and blushed when he looked down and saw his member erect. "Why is everything so complicated?!"

While getting into the hot water, his skin burned slightly from the contact; though, with the help of the cool tile let his body was at ease underneath the rush of the shower head. Letting his back lean against tile wall of the shower and started imagining how Arthur would moan out his name with that fantastic accent every time he would thrust in and out of that tight heat. With his right hand he took hold of his pulsing and dripping erection and started stroking himself quickly. "A-Arthur.." Alfred moaned out and he rubbed his slit roughly and started to fondle his ballsack with his left hand. With a few more long strokes at his member Alfred came in his hand and panted afterwards.

"Alfred?! Are you drowning in there?" Natalya knocked at the bathroom door wondering when the American could get out so they could talk about their plans.

Alfred sighed. His moment in peace and bliss was ruined. He quickly washed off his cum and applied his shampoo. "Almost done Nat."

"We need to talk Alfred!" Natalya pounded on the door for him to hurry out. Alfred groaned and finished up with his body wash before turning off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He also got a smaller one to put over the back of his neck so he could dry off his face and hair. He opened up the door and faced Natalya with a slightly bored and almost annoyed expression. He hadn't known that most women would get a nose bleed from the way he looked without his glasses and having steam come from behind him along with being half naked and dripping wet.

"Ah. You look very sexy." Natalya came closer placing one of her delicate fingers against his wet abs.

Alfred looked down at her fingers and then back up to her, "Yeah I've been told."

"Very," Natalya purred when her finger reached the towel that was hiding his nether regions. "Now that you are clean we could dirty up the sheets like before?" Natalya came closer giving the American nips and light bites on his neck and ear.

Alfred sighed and pushed her slightly from him. "Nat...Sorry but I don't feel up to it today okay?"

"Why?" Natalya hooked over her thigh to link with his, "You love it. I do too."

Alfred looked at her with hesitant eyes. "Yeah but I just don't feel like doing it today okay? Can't you go a day without doing it?"

"You look troubled. I have something to make it better!" She unlatched her thigh away from his.

"What?" Alfred questioned, looking at her doubtfully.

"Well since we are happy about our wedding coming up I thought of a fabulous idea!"

"...Uh what idea?"

"Well what I propose why not have the wedding tomorrow. Why not wait."

Alfred chuckled slightly before his eyes widen, "W-What?"

"Yes. I couldn't wait a day any longer! It is for the best."

"Nat...that's a bit too quick dontcha think? I mean it would bother everyone we talked to when planning for this," Alfred said trying to find a way to change his fiancée's mind.

"Not to worry. While I was away I got everything settled," Natalya smiled to her fiancée's eyes letting him know to not worry. While he was taking a shower she informed the staff of the sudden plans and they made haste and are still in preparation for the coming day.

"Uh...N-Nat you could've told me about this before you did all of that."

"But I wanted it to be a surprise. You hate it don't you?!"

"N-No I don't hate it Nat!" Alfred said quickly; though, inwardly he confessed that he did and he wished that she would stop doing things without informing him about it especially the wedding plans.

"Oh okay. It was a bit much but I want to do this soon!"

"But couldn't you just have warned me? Well...I suppose it's fine."

"Really? I love you Alfred!" Natalya latched her arms around his neck giving him a total lip lock as a 'thank you.'

"No problem," He muttered and kept his lips still, not kissing back.

"Alfred there is really something bothering you," Natalya noticed that he didn't kiss back.

"Like I said Nat I just don't feel up to anything alright? Now can I change into my sweats? I feel a bit uncomfortable."

"Fine. Please don't be like this tomorrow," Natalya sighed and left leaving the American to think.

"Dammit."