Hey Beyond's back with my second chapter. In the same exact day. With no reviews, yet. Looks like I lied last chapter, but it's hard to not with Hita here staring intently at me and then to the computer. Ah, well. BUT STILL. If you review, I WILL write even faster~ If that's possible for me. I'm busy so much in a week, it's crazy. But, maybe since it's almost Christmas Break, I'll be able to write.

DISCLAIMER: Beyond no own Hetalia or Listen to Your Heart.

Alfred smiled at the customers he was serving, and then went to wait another table. Then, the process repeated as the day slowly went on. When he was done for the day some hours later, he was met by his boss, Ivan Braginski.

"Alfred, I'm sorry, I know you normally do not work on the weekends, but I'm low on staff and could you come in tomorrow?"
Alfred smiled, feeling sympathy for his boss. "Yes, Mr. Braginski. When do you want me to come in tomorrow?"

"At 11:00 please, da?"

Nodding at his boss, Alfred said a quick goodbye to Yong Soo and made his way to his small apartment.

XXX

Alfred placed the paper he had bought from Yao and placed it in the recycling bin, no intention of reading it. He had only bought it to help Yao get through another day. He generally didn't read papers or anything really. He wandered around his apartment until he made his way into his bedroom. He reached under the bed and his hands enclosed on a small box that had the word 'Demo' written on it with all his savings in it. He opened the lid and put the check he had received from Ivan and put it in there. Alfred then put the lid back on, shoved the box back under the bed, and flopped onto it, too tired to even change his clothing.

XXX

The next morning, Alfred was standing in front of an old pawn shop. It was about 10:30, and he was staring intently at a demo recorder that he wanted so badly. It was used, but he didn't care. It was only 500 dollars, and he was almost there. (OMG THAT RHYMED! ~Didn't try~) Yong Soo appeared next to him, and stared questioningly at him.

"Only a couple more months, man!"

"How are you going to drop a whole bunch of hard earned cash on a big pile of junk?"

"It's not junk, Soo. What would you spend it on?"

"Knicks tickets. Been saving up! Going courtside, baby."

"Wow. Much better than mine." He replied sarcastically, playfully rolling his eyes.

Not sensing it Soo smiled proudly and said, "Yeah, it is!"

"What do you do when the games over?"

"When the games over? Go home, of course. You feeling okay?"

"I'm feeling fine. But that pile of junk will last a lifetime; even after I'm long gone."

"Who wants junk to last forever?" Soo asked, clearly not understanding the meaning of Alfred's words.

Giving a small smirk, Alfred replied, "Whatever."

"No, really! That's a good question!"

XXX

"Music school?" her father asked. "You have got to be kidding me." he then crumpled up the piece of paper his daughter had given him and threw it on the table. The girl only smiled half-heartedly, just nodding at what her father had told her.

A man with slightly messy hair with a clump sticking up, smiled and asked them, "May I take your order?"

"Yes, you can. She'll," the man motioned his hand toward the beautiful girl sitting in front of him, "have the chicken Caesar salad, no croutons and I'll have the chicken parmesan."

Alfred didn't catch that. He was too busy staring at the green eyed girl in front of him to notice that the man had spoken.
The man smiled slightly then realized he hadn't heard before saying a sharp, "Did you get that?"

Alfred was suddenly shaken from his dream world to say, "What? Oh, uh, yeah. She'll have the… um…," he looked sheepishly at the long haired man. "Can you please repeat that?"

Smiling slightly in the victory, he replied, "Yes. Now, she'll have the chicken Caesar salad, no croutons and I'll have the chicken parmesan."

"Um, soup or salad?"

"Soup or salad?"

"Yes, the chicken parmesan comes with either soup or salad."

"What kind of soups do you have?"

"Chicken noodle-"

"That'll do."

Their waiter smiled. "A lot of chicken, isn't it?"

The man glared at him. "And a round of waters."

He nodded, and backed away. "I'll be back with your order in a minute, sir."

He glared after Alfred. "Can't even take an order," he scoffed. "See? That's why you have to get a good education." The girl only nodded and looked down at the table.

=3= My brain is like, dead. Mehh. Ah, well. Review, please! Whoever does my first review EVER will be my best friend and I'll do a story, JUST FOR YOU. That is, if I'm capable. Depends what you want. I'd probably still do it, though, even if I hate it. ILL EVEN DO A LEMON! Yeah, I'm desperate. =3=