I can't believe I've written this far! Thanks for making me do this!

Disclaimer: Beyond doesn't own Hetalia or Listen to Your Heart.

"So, how did she lose her hearing?" Yong Soo asked Alfred that morning at work.

"Meningitis. She got it from her dad. They couldn't afford the right treatment so he ended up dying right in front of her when she was five," Alfred said, darkness shining slightly in his eyes. "It reminds me of my moms passing. I'd never want to die in front of somebody, you know?"

Changing the subject because he knew it was hard on his friend, Yong asked, "You guys really got to know each other last night, didn't you?"

Alfred laughed. "You have no idea."

Soo raised an eyebrow. "She stayed the whole night?"

"What? No. Why would she do that?"

Soo chuckled. "Never mind."

"Dude, I didn't sleep with her!"

"Then what did you do?"

"We laughed, ate. talked."

"How is that even possible?"

"What's not possible?"

"How could you ever possibly talk?"

Alfred smiled. "Well, it's interesting, but I'm going to need to learn sign language."

"Sign language?"

"Yeah, but we have a ton in common, so why not? She even liked music when she was a kid."

"Dude, I know you like this girl and all, but don't you think you're getting a little too… attached? How are you going to communicate with her full time?"

"I told you, I'm going to learn sign language."

Soo sighed. "I'm just saying there's gonna be things you're not going to be able to say, even with sign language. All I'm saying is that there's a ton to think about, so take it slowly. Think about that."

Alfred glared at him, and, hostilely, said, "I'm not going to miss out on something great just because it might also be hard." And with that, Alfred walked out of the kitchen without another word.

Alfred looked across the table at Alice who was looking at her menu. He had taken her to a very fancy restaurant. She looked at him, too. Wanting to say something nice, he said, "You look gorgeous."

"So do you," he heard a very bored voice of her interpreter say. He was an albino man that didn't seem to want to be there. He had a very heavy German accent, also. His name was Gilbert.

Alfred looked down at his menu for a second then looked back up at Alice. "So, what sounds good?"

"This wurst looks delicious!" Gilbert said. "Oh, I'm sorry, I mean she says spaghetti and meat balls? Come on, this is a fancy restaurant!"

"No, no, that's great." Alfred cut in. Gilbert looked at Alice and signed something to her, and she smiled.

"So…," Gilbert started, "how is it that you can afford this place? You work as a waiter, right?"

Alfred glared at him. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, it's just that's something her father I know would ask…"

Alfred shook his head a little and replied, "A lot of hard work, sir."

"I don't think her father would like tha—"

"Can you just, I don't know, interpret for now?" Alfred asked. He was getting irritated with this and didn't need someone to tell him how to run his life. Alice shot an apologetic look at Gilbert. He didn't seem fazed by Alfred's words, though.

A waiter carrying wine came up to their table and filled their glasses with wine. Alice's eyes went wide when she saw the dark purple liquid that she was supposed to drink.

Alfred noticed and raised an eyebrow. "Do you not like wine?"

Gilbert cut in. "She's never drank before."

"Not even wine?"

Alice shook her head and shrugged. Gilbert sighed. "Her father's gonna love this," he said bitterly.

Alice picked up the wine when Alfred did. She looked at the purple liquid, then at Alfred. She waved her glass for a second, as if to make a toast, and put the cup up to her lips.

When she pulled the glass away, she had a very satisfied smile on her face. Alfred smiled at her. "Do you like it?" When she nodded really fast and picked the glass back up to drink some more, he knew he had brought her to the right place.

Then, they somehow just started laughing. Gilbert was scowling. "I see you've been hitting it off with the Bonnefoy family, Mr. Jones. Giving the youngest daughter alcohol? Check!"

Alfred glared at Gilbert before saying angrily, "She's 21 years old! Lighten up a little!"

"I'm not getting paid to lighten up a little! I could lose my job!"

"Did you have a drink for your 21st birthday?"

"Of course—"

"But she didn't. I don't understand what you are so worried about, then."

Gilbert huffed. "She's never had sex before. Are you gonna take that away from her, too? Virginity thief!"

"You're holding some extremely tight reins! Why don't you just lighten up a little?"

"That's not my decision to make!"

"Alice, let's go celebrate your 21st birthday," Alfred said, paying the check. Alice nodded, smiling from ear to ear.

"I don't think so!"

Alice signed something, seeming angry.

"You know that your father would disapprove!"

"Come on. She's old enough to make her own decisions!"

Gilbert stared at them both for a few seconds. Alice gave him the puppy dog eyes and pouted a little. Then, knowing he had lost the fight, gave a small nod.

Alice gave a small, silent cheer. "Ready to go?" Alfred asked her. He smiled at Gilbert warmly as they got up to leave. "Thank you!"

"Whatever." He mumbled.

I think this might be the last chapter for today. =3= My brain is dead and I'm on a computer I make a ton of typing mistakes on. This would've come out earlier, but my brother told me he needed the computer. I got off for him, cause I'm a nice sister, and he doesn't work on the paper he says he was going to do. He just stayed on the Xbox. I won't bore you anymore with my problems.

R&R~