Disclaimer: Beyond doesn't own Hetalia or Listen to Your Heart. Sadly.
Alfred's world spun slightly as he read the words on the page before muttering a quick, "Oh."
Thinking fast, Alfred quickly attempted using sign language. Alice stared at his hand trying to form a word. She then nodded and looked back at his face. "One of my mom's friends was deaf. I only know how to sign my name, though…," he said, slightly embarrassed. "Do you have an e-mail account?"
Alice nodded fast, her smile returning. "Do you think I could get it?" Alice nodded again, and ripped a piece of paper out of the notebook and quickly scribbled down her e-mail address.
Click. Yong Soo's soda went when he was sitting on Alfred's couch, watching a football game while his friend was e-mailing his new love interest. "So, you guys are going on a date to the movies?"
Alfred nodded quickly, just barely hearing him. "What about her hearing, Al?" Soo asked, staring at him intently. Alfred quickly typed up a question containing her hearing and sent it.
"'I read lips. When I can't read lips, I just make what's happening with the visual. It's no different than a normal person's life.'"
Looking at Alfred with a raised eyebrow, Yong didn't say anything.
"Did you like the movie?" Alfred asked Alice when they were walking out of the theater after watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. (I just randomly picked a movie I thought Iggy would like.) Alice just nodded and smiled at him.
"You can talk, you know. I'm sure I'd be able to understand what you were saying," Alfred said, getting kind of tired of only nodding, shaking of the head and other kinds of body gestures.
Alice stopped smiling and looked at her hands. Trying to save the moment, Alfred quickly said, "You know what? Are you hungry?" Alice smiled again and nodded. Alfred grabbed her hand and pulled her off toward Ivan's.
"So, tell me more about yourself, Alice," Alfred said happily after they had finished the food he had made them; hamburgers and fries. "I really don't know much about you," he admitted.
Alice looked around for something to write on, and her eyes caught a stray piece. Making sure it was okay with Alfred before writing on it, she quickly scribbled down random things about herself. When she was done, she gave it to Alfred to read.
Reading what the first thing said, he asked, "Your favorite food is scones?" trying to hide his slight disgust. She nodded happily, and motioned him to keep reading.
Alfred's smile faded when he read the next thing. "You've never driven a car before?" Alice nodded sadly. "We're going to have to change that," Alfred said with a smirk. Alice smiled at the comment.
Alfred's eyebrows furrowed when he read the next thing. "Music? But, how—"Alice waved her hand toward the pad, telling him to keep reading. "Your dad died when you were five? I'm sorry."
Alice smiled a small, sad smile, and then waved her hand again at the pad of paper. Alfred's eyebrows rose. "There's more?" Nodding quickly, Alice was just trying to get him to keep reading.
He smiled as he read: I think you're cute. "You're cute, too." Alice's face went a soft pink. Returning to seriousness, he asked, "So, how do you talk to other people?"
Alice pondered the question for a moment before touching her temple and then Alfred's lips. "But, how do you say what you want to say?" Alice looked skeptically at him before picking up the paper and a pen, like it was obvious.
"What about sign language?" she pondered the question for a moment before writing down: My dad didn't want me to learn it.
Glancing at the message, he raised an eyebrow. "So, you don't know any?" Alice took the paper again and wrote: I went to a school where you can't sign. That's why I can read lips so well.
"Oh, you learned as an adult, huh?" she nodded again. Alfred smiled and said, "I think it's cute when you do sign language."
Alice's blush returned. Alfred's eyes went to the piano. He asked, "Can I show you something?" when she nodded, he took her hand and brought her to the piano in the corner. "This is why I work here," he said, looking at her as he undid the piano cover top. "I play this thing every day and night."
Alice wrote on her notebook: You want to be a famous musician?
Alfred shook his head slowly before replying, "No, but I want my songs to be famous." Alice nodded again before writing: So you write?
Alfred nodded. "I taught myself how to play when I was twelve. After I learned the basics, I started writing my own tunes and songs. I'm saving up to make a demo, but I haven't been able to write much lately."
Alice nodded and wrote: It must be nice to be able to play.
Alfred smiled and took her hand and put it on the piano. "Here," he said. Alice flinched and pulled her hand away, but Alfred put it back on. "It's okay; I know you can do it. Watch,"
Alfred put his hands on the keys and began to play. Alice put her hand against the wood as she felt the notes Alfred was playing bounce into it. She smiled sadly that she couldn't hear what he was playing.
Alfred noticed and stopped playing. "Now that you know that part, I'll play the right handed and you can play the left hand," he said, smiling. He placed her hand back on the keys.
Alice took in a deep breath as they began to play. When they were done, Alfred asked, with a sparkle in his eye, "How was that?"
Trying not to glare at him, he pointed to her ear. Alfred smiled again, and said, "I know, but it was fun, right?" Alice burst into a smile and nodded.
Alice looked at his lips intently. Her eyes darting between his eyes and his lips, he got the message. Turning his head slightly, as did she, he pressed his lips to hers gently, joining together in a kiss.
Aww~ BTW, Englands father is France, if you didn't realize it. I'm sorry if I didn't make it obvious.