Hetalia isn't mine, but this story is!

Alfred was sitting on the couch, Arthur in the crux of his arm, both watching a British Comedy called 'Allo 'Allo from the eighties. Arthur was enjoying it, so Alfred decided he was enjoying it as well. He liked the Brit who pretended to be 'french' but failed miserably. Alfred leaned down to Arthur's ear.

"I bet I can speak better French than you…or that policeman."

"Oh, come on, you could barely speak English 15 years ago."

"I knew Russian, you don't know what I know."

"Try me."

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, mon vieil britannique? Je pourrais faire de la place dans mon lit pour vous…"

"What?" Arthur had the general idea of the first sentence, having heard it long ago in a song, but Alfred kept going on and on, first speaking in French, then switching over to Spanish.

"When did you learn those?"

"The 1600's, now, Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"

USUK

Arthur woke up to a sore backside from more of …those board games. He got up, and put his boxers on, Alfred still asleep.

Arthur smiled down on his American, looking just as he had the week before he'd gone and 'died'. He was beautiful, his golden hair still retaining the same sheen, his muscles still as toned as they ever were. He leaned down and kissed Alfred on the forehead when the doorbell rang.

Alfred shifted over, refusing to wake up, so Arthur grabbed Alfred's oversized American flag robe and walked down the stairs. He unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open.

"Arthur! Phew, I was sure I was going to be stuck out here all morning!"

"Anna! We thought your flight was landing this afternoon! We would have been there to meet you!" He grabbed Anna's bags, pulling them inside, her following him.

"I was offered an upgrade on my flight if I went earlier. The British diplomatic jet currently is transporting the Prime minister to Australia for some speech, so I had to ride commercial. Anyway, Marco and I are having dinner tonight, so I get to spend the day with you guys!" She hugged Arthur, then looked around for her father.

"He's asleep upstairs. It's been a long week for him. He recently got his first task from the President, and has meetings starting up next week with diplomats, and he's been nervous about those."

"So I've heard. I also heard all about your adventures in Washington."

"Yeah, he wasn't too happy, but he seems to be feeling better."

"Artie…where are you?"

"Downstairs, luv. Anna's home." There were quick footsteps and Alfred came running downstairs in just his boxers and an undershirt.

"Anna! Oh, Artie, take my robe, that's okay." He smiled, and hugged Anna tightly. " We weren't expecting you for four or five more hours!"

"I came to spend more time with you guys, considering Arthur and I have to go back to England in a couple of days. College starts back up, and Arthur is slacking off his work!"

USUK

They were having a picnic by the lake in the forest where Arthur and Alfred had finally resolved their misunderstandings a few weeks ago, and they all were having pleasant conversation. As they were talking, Alfred listened to the two of his 'ladies', considering Arthur that, due to their topic of engagement, and the way Arthur was talking about Alfred's attempt at proposals.

"And he was stammering up a storm. For the longest time, I thought he was talking about something else all together, the way he was blushing. But then, he simply just bloody shut up and slipped the ring on my finger."

"And Arthur almost fainted. But he won't tell you that." Alfred was shot a glare that had no malice behind it.

They started back to the house so Anna could get ready for her evening out with Marco, and Alfred felt the object in his pocket, remembering what he wanted to do.

He waited until Anna was a ways away before pulling Arthur to the side.

"What is it, Alfred?" Arthur looked at him, his eyes unsure.

"Arthur, you remember where we were before all this happened, right?"

"In the house, watching TV?"

"No, before we were separated all those years ago. Before any of this."

"You were heading off to a mission, and we said one last goodbye. I don't see where we're going besides bad memories with this conversation, Alfred."

Alfred leaned down and rested his forehead on Arthur's, and took his hand in his own, pulling the object out. He slipped the ring onto Arthur's finger, and kissed his forehead.

Arthur was starring back up at Alfred. Arthur's engagement ring had somehow ended up off the chain around his neck, and back onto his finger.

"I just wanted you to know my part of that promise all those years ago still stands. I didn't want to make a big deal about it, now that Anna's engaged."

Arthur just looked at his lover for a moment before kissing him lightly on the lips.

"And my part of the promise still is the same it always was." Arthur took his hand and started walking once more. "Wait, how did you get it off my chain? I still have it on, I never took it off!"

"While you were sleeping. Good movie, by the way, Sandra Bullock…" Arthur shook his head at the distracted way Alfred had put it, but just squeezed his hand.

USUK

They got into the house, and Anna was rushing about.

"Whoa, Anna, calm down!"

"It is later than I expected, and Marco just texted me. He can't pick me up, he got holed up at work, so I have to meet him there, so I gotta leave in ten minutes!"

"'K, hon. Have a good time, be home before three. And is that skirt too short?" Alfred was sent a glare, and Arthur smiled at him.

"Quite the little parent, aren't we." Arthur said as he watched Anna head for the door, giving her father a kiss on the cheek and Arthur a hug.

"Yeah, she's growing up too fast."

USUK

They sat on the couch watching some scary movie Alfred had wanted to watch. The lights were all off in the living room, and the scary animatronic monster was creeping down the hallway towards the girl in the closet.

Alfred was gripping tightly to Arthur, who smiled down at his American lover, who had his head buried into his shoulder.

A knock came at the front door, causing both of them to jump. Alfred refused to move, but refused to let Arthur go, so Arthur half dragged him to the door, opening it with one hand, trying to pry Alfred off with the other. He looked at the person at the door with surprise.

"Marco? What are you doing here, Anna left an hour ago!" Marco was dressed nicely, with a single rose in his hand, but his face flickered with confusion.

"But I told her earlier this morning that I'd pick her up."

"She said you texted her." Alfred was standing up now, curious as to what was going on.

"I can't text, my phone got pick-pocketed out of my pocket a couple days ago on the subway…" Alfred now had his phone out and was dialing Anna.

The line picked up, and Alfred sighed with relief.

"Hey, Anna, just calling wondering what was going—"

"Hello, Mr. Jones. What a lovely daughter you have. You know I thought you were a catch when we caught you out in the middle east all those years ago, but she brings a new meaning to beauty…anyway…" Alfred felt his heart stop. He knew the voice sounded familiar, but the connection of his capturing during the war to Anna?

"You BASTARD! LET ANNA GO, AND…"

"Mr. Jones, I don't think you are the one with any power to call the shots…" There was a scream on the other end of the phone. Alfred sunk to his knees.

"Alfred, what is it? Alfred, is she all right…?" Arthur put his hand on Alfred's shoulder.

"Anna…put her on, please, let me know she's all right…please…"

"Daddy? Daddy, I'm so sorry, it was all a trap…they were waiting for me as soon as I got out of the car…"

"Anna, darling, it's going to be okay…I'll get you out of this—"

"Isn't this all just touching…come tonight, ten, the empty fish monger's warehouse. Be there, or Anna will die, except she won't come back like you did…"

And the line was dead.

"Anna…" Marco had already run out to his car, and Arthur was grabbing the keys to the other, while pulling a handgun out of his briefcase, and sticking it in his pocket.

Anna…

Author's note: TV and Movie references. I will love you if you get the first one... I will love you if you get anyone. To the person who noticed the chapter title in the last chapter, LURVE YOU GURL! That movie is amazing!

Thank you to everyone for story ideas. As this story climaxes and closes (teehee, climax), I'll start posting the one-shots honoring your following of this story for its 18 chapters so far.

I'll finish up in a few chapters...of action! I'm really sorry if this fanfiction isn't trilling enough, but I am a logic Nazi, so if something is kinda boring, that's why.

Translation:

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, mon vieil britannique? Je pourrais faire de la place dans mon lit pour vous…= Do you want to sleep with me, my old Brit? I could make room in my bed for you...

Yep.

I love reviewers. You never know how much these reviews mean to me, they make my day. I never reviewed until I started writing my own stuff.

Phantom of the opera is awesome, I've been a die hard fan for three years (my musical coming of age) and have a crush on Gerard Butler...mmmm...what a tasty sandwich...

I had a meal at a turkish restaurant tonight. AMAZING! My step-dad was all "Don't ask for a greek salad." Guess what was on the menu under salads... Anyway, I watched Turkish mafia shows. that dude with the knife in his chest two minutes in wasn't having a good day.

Fun Fact: Thomas Jefferson had an affair with the half-sister of his wife, a woman of mixed race, who was his slave. They had children together, who were freed upon their 21st birthday. DNA testing proves the relationship. He also broke his arm jumping out a Paris window when his lover's husband came home. He never could play the violin very well ever again.

Thank you to those who replied, I'll be doing no more requests. Possible oneshots include-Ruscan(almost done), The Essential Relationship (done) One about Anna's Childhood (plot thought up) War of 1812 (need to research) and a humor USUK Sealand fic (haha, love the idea!) (hope I'm not forgetting anything...) All suggesters will get credit in the stories. My next 'big' story plot bunny is slowly gnawing its way out of my head...