So this will probably be my last update for like, a month. Sorry ;OAO; I might be able to squeeze in one more before I go, but I will tel you now that that is highly unlikely...

Its just that I go to Germany in a week, and I'll be gone for three weeks, and I don't think I will have much time, or concentration for that matter, to work on anything while I'm there. I love you all!

Sorry this one is just a little bit short, but I will make the next one longer definitely!

Oh, and uh, I don't own anything...sorta...nothing that pertains to this story but the idea at least ;-;

"A-Alfred?"

The man in front of him gave a beaming smile at the acknowledgment, the exact one Arthur had seen a thousand times before, but not one he had ever expected to see again. Just as Alfred opened his mouth to speak the door slammed closed on his face.

Arthur stood there, breath ragged as he stared at the wooden door, his hand still pressed against the surface after shutting it. It's not real, I'm dreaming again, I must be. As much as he would love to enjoy the dream he knew they always turned into nightmares, so it was best to just get wake up before anything happened. But when did I fall asleep? He paused his breathing, listening for any sound on the other side of the door, hearing none. After a few more moments he hefted a sigh, about to walk away when a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Arthur? Look, I know you're probably still mad at me, but I just wanted to apologize. Please open the door."

Arthur turned, wide eyed as he looked back. Well that was different. What is he talking about? A fight? I've never really dreamt something like this, its never this persistent. Arthur brought his hand up to his forearm, pinching the skin harshly between his fingers and nearly yelping at the sting. Well that sure as hell hurt. He rubbed vigorously at the spot, stopping for a moment when he realized that he was still standing in his living room. But that hurt, this can't be a dream still can it? Then why is he…

The realization hit him in an instant. The way everyone had been acting so strange around him lately, that no one had tried to say consoling things to him at all recently like they usually did, the missing necklace, the fact that Alfred was here, in the flesh. And the fact that he seems to be under the impression that they had fought recently, it all suddenly made sense. What if it had really worked? Part of him doubted, but part of him was convinced.

Almost cautiously he walked back up to the door, hearing Alfred making shuffling noises outside, occasionally uttering more apologies. With a gulp he turned the handle, slowly pulling the door open, not sure what he was expecting. This could all be in his head couldn't it?

Alfred had stopped his talking, pausing when he heard the door creak open. Arthur's heart nearly skipped again at the sight, resisting the urge to reach forward and touch Alfred; his face, his hands, his chest; anything. Anything and everything. It was all too real, the sun glinting off his glasses, the way the light turned his hair golden, how the blue depths of his eyes could make him melt despite them being of a cooler color. He gulped, mouth suddenly feeling dry as he stared at the man before him. The man he never thought he would see again, holding flowers in apology like it was any other day.

Alfred gave him a nervous smile, "Thanks, I'm sorry for what happened, I jus-"

"I forgive you."

Alfred's face was one of pure shock; he obviously wasn't expecting that. "What?"

Arthur knew it wasn't like him, but he didn't care. "I said 'I forgive you' you twit." He nearly rolled his eyes, grabbing the flowers from Alfred's hands and pulling him down by the collar in a lip lock, not being able to hold himself back anymore.

Alfred was stiff for a moment, not expecting such forwardness from his boyfriend, but the hesitation was only temporary, quickly kissing him back and wrapping his arms around Arthur's waist to hold them closer.

No words could describe the feelings now rushing through Arthur at that moment. Elation, bliss, none of them could accurately portray the size his emotions. He felt full, overflowing even with the feeling, it wrapped around the two of them like a security blanket, the weight of it comforting in a way no one else could understand. His heart was warm, the rhythmic beating almost loud in his ears, but at the same time quiet and soothing, seemingly muffled by all the other things happening at the same moment. Alfred was here, in his arms, the flesh warm at the touch and everything about him like Arthur remembered. He really was here. It was all real.

"I'm going to have to bring you flowers more often." Alfred muttered against Arthur's mouth, his lips curved up in a playful smile.

"Oh shut up and just kiss me." The shorter blonde growled.

He grinned wider, obliging the not quite request, "You don't have to tell me twice," and connected their lips once more. The couple quickly got lost in their own world, not a care for any other than theirs, oblivious to all else.

And no one saw the cold eyes observing the pair, completely obscured in the darkness as they were. The eyes watched them, waiting until they disappeared inside the shabby abode that the mortal called his home, only stepping out of the shadows once the door closed behind them. The ominous figure stood across the street, his clothing and hair unmoving despite the wind that had kicked up around him. The only thing on his person moving was a scarf, billowing in breeze, but it moved more slowly about him, almost as if on its own, out of time with the brush of the wind. He turned his head slightly, back towards the shadows he had emerged from, a small but threatening smile on his face that could give the bravest man chills. "Ah, I'm glad you decided to show up." His violet eyes could see into the darkness what was hidden from the human eye, their color seeming to grow brighter as he turned his attention to the newcomer still hidden in the shadows. "You will keep an eye on him for me, da?"

His request was met by silence, a dark look passing over his face as he continued to stare into the shadows; a warning.

"…Yes Master Ivan." The other finally replied, sounding unwilling.

Ivan's smile grew at the answer, though the threat still could be read in his look, "Ah, good, you may leave now." The tall man waved his hand dismissively, turning back to face the building ahead, feeling the presence of the other fade behind him.

"This should be fun." He chuckled darkly, the scarf around his neck whipping wildly, convulsing for a moment before enveloping him, turning black as the shadows he stood against and in the next second he was gone, only the whispers of the wind left in his place.

Once Ivan had his eye on someone there was no escaping his hold, and, unluckily for Arthur Kirkland, his interest had been peaked.

Oh ho ho, whats in store for our little Arthur hmm? ~

I would usually say ksesesesesese~, but Ivan's laugh makes more sense at the moment.
What do you think is going to happen? I'll bet you wont get it right ;D ksesesese~