Hetalia isn't mine...too bad

Anna felt Arthur slump against her shoulder, and unconsciously put her arms out, half catching her fainting boss as he half slumped to the floor. She didn't even look at him though, because her eyes had locked with her father's.

Damien had come out of the shower to greet his daughter and her British boss. He had thrown on his clothes and hurriedly had made himself presentable as he walked down the hall. He'd been watching his step as he'd dried his hair, and had finally looked up, expecting to see his girl and an old bald man. Instead, he saw the face that had haunted his dreams every night, the person who'd broken him with one deed that a year and a half of prison and torture couldn't.

And the way he'd said his name…

Alfred could do nothing but stare down at the two of them. It was only when he'd finally met Anna's eyes that he'd shaken himself and walked down the rest of the steps and picked Arthur's body up. Oh lord…to hold him once again…god…he wasn't sure if he could stay away from his old life ever again. Arthur was lighter than he remembered—…then he remembered. Arthur was married. The pain was sharp in his chest. Arthur hadn't waited for him, hadn't loved him enough…

"Anna…what have you done…"

"Papa, I had no idea he'd do this. But why did he call you Alfred?"

"No reason, now I'll take Mr. Kirkland upstairs, you grab the bags." He got halfway up the steps before his daughter's voice stopped him again.

"Papa, I never told you his last name was Kirkland…" Alfred…no…Damien knew he'd been caught.

"It probably was a mistake, I wouldn't take anything from it." He started to walk faster up the steps.

"Dad. He wouldn't have called you that unless he was sure. What haven't you told me?"

"I'll tell you when you're older, please Anna, NOT NOW." Damien could feel his new life that he'd built up crashing around him. He tried to hold onto the shreds that were left.

"NO, DAD, I'm GOD DAMNED TWENTY YEARS OLD! WHAT IS OLD ENOUGH TO YOU? I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT YOUR PAST, MY OWN FATHER!"

"ANNA! DON'T YOU START WITH ME!" He stomped down the hall into a guest bedroom he'd made up. He pulled back the covers with the hand that wasn't holding Arthur and then laid the unconscious Brit down. He pulled off his shoes and pulled the covers up, then smoothed back Arthur's hair. He pulled a chair from a nearby corner and positioned it right next to the bed.

He'd dreamed for years about seeing Arthur once again, to hold him in his arms, to kiss him once again, to tell Arthur that he loved him. He'd tried dating again, but Terry was a bitch who liked his body, so he'd broken it off a couple months back. Nothing compared to the sleeping man before him.

As he stared down at Arthur's calm, serene, sleeping face, he found himself falling even harder for the Brit, wanting to wish the rest of his experiences besides Anna were just a nightmare. Then, he noted the bags under Arthur's eyes, the unkempt nature of his hair (more than normally) and the sadness in his features.

"What have you been doing all these years, Arthur?" Alfred fingered at the dog tags around his neck, on a new chain.

A shadow filled the doorway and Anna walked into the room with Arthur's bag.

Damien got up and went over to her and gave her a hug. "Listen, Anna, I'm sorry for yelling. Welcome home." He felt her hug him back.

"Sorry I tried to push the discussion. It's just you never let me in, I worry about you."

"I'll tell you the whole story as soon as I can. I…" He looked back at Arthur. "I'm not sure I can handle any more of this excitement. Why don't you go to bed, though. Marco will be here tomorrow." She nodded, and kissed his cheek.

"So you are Alfred?" He simply smiled sadly at her.

She called the office to let the early morning staff know where Mr. Kirkland was, then fell into sleep.

Damien, on the other hand, stared at his once lover for the rest of the night.

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Anna was up early the next morning, and dressed, by the time the doorbell rang.

She walked down the hallway, past the guest room to see her father asleep in the chair next to her boss, who also wasn't stirring. Smiling, she went down the steps and opened the door. On the other side was a Frenchman. That Frenchman.

"Yes, Mr. Bonnefey?" He smiled down at her.

"Arthur wasn't at the meeting today, so I came to see if he is alright. This is where his office said he was staying." Anna unconsciously switched to French.

"He wasn't…feeling well last night, so I wasn't going to disturb him. Why don't you come in and have something to drink, and I will go see if he is doing better. Please sit down, would you like some coffee? Tea?" He sat down in the spacious and grand living room, and shook his head politely. Anna was surprised by his manners. As she walked past to get to the stairs, she felt a pinch on her backside.

"I would appreciate that you not touch my ASS. May I remind you, this is my father's house, and he doesn't appreciate such behaviors." Well, apparently, manners didn't cover up everything.

She went upstairs and went into the guest room to find her father sleepily yawning.

"Who was that, Anna?" She went over to Arthur and gently started to prod him awake.

"Someone coming to inquire why Mr. Kirkland wasn't at his meeting. He's in the parlor." She watched her father walk out and down the steps, mumbling that he should of known it was the third week of June.

Arthur was coming to when there was a loud crash. He sat up quickly, and saw a startled Anna.

"Dad! Are you alright?" She ran out of the room. Then Arthur remembered where he was. Alfred…

He got up clumsily and staggered after Anna, his head a little mussed up after the fainting fit he'd had last night. He got down the stairs to peak round the corner to find France being pinned to the wall with America, his hands around the frog's neck.

"Dad! PUT MR. BONNEFEY DOWN!"

"GODDAMNED BASTARD! RUIN MY LIFE, STEAL MY LOVE, TALK TO MY DAUGHTER!"

"Alfred! Please….I-I have…ack…no idea what you are…talking abou—"

"Yes you do…"

Anna was trying to pry her father's hands away, but it was no use. Then, Arthur was beside her.

"Alfred, what are you doing to Francis? Put him down!"

Alfred touched ground once more. As France hit the ground, he walked across the foyer and out the front door. Arthur ran after him, leaving Anna with Francis.

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