I do not own Hetalia okay? Seeing the response, I am getting to this fic, I figured I would work on it more. Anyway, enough of this A/N on with the fic!

Seeing that Matthew and Arthur were heading to take care of things they needed to when they got home, Alfred found he could talk to Francis alone without either one of them barging in and being embarrassing in their own ways. God why am I even having to ask Papa about any of this? I am a freaking adult, not a stupid teenager anymore. Francis was watching a French movie on television as Alfred sat down beside him.

"Ah, Alfred, mon fils!" Francis said hugging his son. "Something on your mind, no? You normally don't like these movies, even with the subtitles on."

"Well I was hoping you could give me some advice…." Alfred began awkwardly.

"Why are you coming to me? Arthur is the more responsible one of us." Francis said.

"Well how he acted after I came back from LA left a bad impression. He's trying to do better, but that doesn't make it all better right away." Alfred sulked. "Besides, you're more knowledgeable so to say on this topic than he is."

"Well, we'll see about that." Francis blushed.

"Well I have this friend…." What a cliché….

"Oh and what is this friend's name?" Francis said. And he's just like Arthur, I know damn well when they are talking about themselves.

"Ummmm…. Allen! Yeah that's his name!" Alfred smiled and nodded frantically.

"Sure it's Allen…." Francis said looking at Alfred raising an eyebrow skeptically at his son's response.

"Fine, it's me." Alfred began.

"When will you learn that I am your Papa and there for you with any question no matter how old you get?" Francis laughed.

"Probably after you are dead…." Alfred sulked.

"Okay back to business…."

Alfred sighed. Here goes nothing. "There's this guy I met, pretty smart, nice, and attractive. We've hit it off pretty nicely and are good friends but…."

"There's always a catch isn't there?" Francis said rolling his eyes.

"He's over here on business from Russia." Alfred said dropping the bomb. "I mean I think he feels the same way, I don't know. Probably is thinking a lot like I am. I mean when I was in Los Angeles, I got into a brief long distance thing with a guy and it broke apart."

"What was this guy like?" Francis said. Knowing matters of the heart well, and how his son was, there had to be more.

"He dressed like Frank Sinatra a lot."

"Well, he has decent fashion choices…." Francis noted. "But there is more than disagreement on style."

"Well he did look good like that, but he lived in Las Vegas and worked as a costume designer for some of the shows. I met him while he was in LA and thought I had something there with him. He couldn't stay so we thought we'd try a long distance thing. I kept calling and he'd say he was at work…"

"Career get in the way huh?" Francis asked.

"Not exactly. Guy was an idiot and posted all about what he did on Facebook went out with his friends and the like. Told me it was just the nature of his industry and when we did find time we both had off, I'd drive nearly 5 fucking hours across desert, because once you leave those metro areas, you have a fuckton of nothing, and as soon as I'd pull in, he'd want to if you know what I mean."

"So you felt like nothing more than a 'booty call' as the kids today say it?" Francis asked as Alfred nodded. "Would he ever make the same effort to see you back in LA?" Alfred shook his head no. "Well I hate to say this but while yes, long distance relationships can be challenging it wasn't distance that was what was wrong with that one. Sounds like Ol Blue Eyes wannabe would have done the same if you two lived in the same town. He saw you as just that, a booty call and did not want anything more. If I were to be polite I could just say you two were not on the same wavelength on what you wanted but he did something low to my son and I could never find something good about him." He noticed Alfred still wasn't completely certain on what to do, "Some people can make the long distance thing work. Others cannot. Would this apple of your eye do the same types of things that that guy did to you?"

"I can't see him doing that. We have hung out a little bit, just as friends although I think we both let some things slip that make me think he feels a lot like I do." Alfred sighed.

"This is not an easy answer Alfred." Francis replied. "You have to discuss this with who you are thinking of giving your heart to and if you can handle it, all depends on you two." He noticed that Alfred had looked down at this. "But if this person is as special as you make him to be, then he won't see you as someone to just love and leave. A true relationship works through everything that may come up so that the lovers will be happy, the two souls meeting together as one."

"Well, that's something to think about…." Alfred sighed.

"I know you were hoping I could give you some magic formula or spell to make this easier." Francis noted his son's disappointment. "But love isn't easy that way. Just look at me and your father."

"Still don't see how you two haven't killed each other or even put up with the other." Alfred laughed.

"See what I mean. There are many times I want to throttle that man for something he does. And I know he feels the same but those annoyances do not break our love. I will say how he treated you back on Christmas did test it, but glad to see he's at least trying to not be such a dick to his son." Francis said.

"I'll be spending New Year's Eve with him at the bar at work, so I think I will talk to him about it then." Alfred decided.

"Oui." Francis smiled. "I'm here for you either way it goes."

"Thanks Papa." Alfred smiled as he headed upstairs. "I'm going to read some of my stuff for class and then go to bed."

"Well you're working more diligently than you used to." Arthur said as he came out of his office.

"Well, I've been thinking on a few things and if I want to do good at it, I can't put it off." Alfred shrugged as he went past him and shut the door to his bedroom.

Arthur saw Francis sitting down and sat down beside him and sighed. "So what's gotten into him?"

"Love is in the air but he fears he can't pursue because of distance. Some Russian I think, wouldn't give me a name." Francis said casually but Arthur gulped. I think I know who he fell in love with. Arthur started to get up to tell Alfred just what to do, but he paused. No, that would be horrible. This is the boy's heart after all. It is his own. And god that would be awkward if this does work out. The first meeting of your possible son in law is that encounter! And he's teaching him his trade. That would be awkward, student teacher relationships. That's a balance of power thing.

"What if I were to tell you, I think I know who Alfred is talking about…" Arthur began testing the waters. He did not want another fight like on Christmas.

"You do?" Francis asked.

"Some Russian cybersecurity specialist here on business yelled at me after the bar confrontation. He had been talking with Alfred before I had come in. Said he'd take him on as a student in his trade." Arthur said. "So would a student teacher relationship complicate things?"

"Well they are both over 18, so there is no issue with age there." Francis said. "But do you recall some of the English assignments he actually put effort into?"

"Teachers loved the way he could form poetry." Arthur said.

"Yes. Helped his lyrics I assume. Point being is that I think that if anything that would be a relationship perk and more like an office romance issue than student teacher. We have to trust him on things like this. I think he is a little more serious about this relationship than others." Francis replied as he flipped the channels during a commercial.

"Just why do you think so?" Arthur asked.

"He asked me for advice." Francis said simply as he turned off the television and turned to Arthur.

"Yes. He is not normally one to do something like that. He is a very wing it type of person." Arthur noted.

"Although you should explain it to me more on a one on one tutoring session my teacher." Francis teased. "I am a very slow learner so it may take a while."

Arthur's face turned red as he looked to his husband. He couldn't deny he did love the man's libido and he was quite skilled in matter of the bedroom, but he still had a façade he did like when it came to that. "You had better really study or I won't have any part of this."

"Oui mon amor…" Francis said as he kissed Arthur deeply.

"Gross you guys, take it to your bedroom! Or at least Dad's office." Matthew said as he grabbed a soda from the fridge.

"AH!" Arthur said as Francis scooped him up and smiled.

"Great suggestion Matthew." Francis said. "I think I need to go to the Professor's study."

"So, stay out of there." Matthew noted. "Got it. Remember pants if you have to leave the room for whatever reason please."

Alfred sat on the lifeguard's chair with an anxious giddiness. I mean a new year is starting, might as well get started on the right foot. Clear this tension and we can go on further. He pondered as he watched the guests swimming in the pool, enjoying the heated waters before they went to their various plans for the evening. He had hoped he'd see Ivan enjoying it and he could watch him have fun, but he did claim he did not have a swimsuit and he didn't want to pressure him if he was uncomfortable or didn't know how to swim. During a slow period, he had found himself daydreaming of either saving Ivan and then the mouth to mouth resuscitation.

became a deep kiss or just seeing water dripping off his hair after a shared swim. You're at work and if you let your mind wander too much, well swim trunks aren't good for hiding things…. He thought as he kept an eye on the clock on the wall as it slowly ticked away to 10pm. He quickly closed down the pool, put away the supplies and kicked a stubborn woman with young children that should have been sent to bed hours before. I got plans tonight and no Karen bitch who refuses to bother being a fucking proper parent will keep me from it. He thought as he gave a professional dismissal as he noticed Ivan standing by the pool when the woman turned back to try and storm the gate.

"The pool closes at 10 pm, da?" Ivan said in his polite but scary way. "And your children look like they should be in bed?"

"None of your business." The woman said as she turned to Ivan and shoved him out of the way.

"Well that isn't very polite." Ivan said, sweet tone finally setting a chill in the woman.

"Look, I don't know why you fucking care about it? Doesn't the poor loser working as a lifeguard get paid more if he were to just do what I wanted?" She said as she poked Ivan's chest. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. Alfred had come out after he clocked out and changed his clothes.

"It's only common curtesy to follow rules at a place you are a guest, da?" Ivan smirked. "And that is no way to talk to someone who had his life in your hands. What if one of your children were to drown? Would you talk to him so then?" She shook her head. "So he's only worth something to you when you need him? Well that's a horrible way to think of people."

"I'm sorry Ruski!" She said as she wriggled free of Ivan's grip, dropping her room key.

"That was nice of you to stand up for me like that, but aren't you worried about getting kicked out?" Alfred asked with his bag over his shoulder.

"Not when I explain what happened when I return this poor woman's room key." Ivan smiled. Alfred knew that the woman was going to most likely be the one kicked out and could tell that Ivan could either be your best friend or worst enemy, just depending on how you treated him. "You can place your bag in my room if you would like." He said giving Alfred his room key who put the bag down and came back to the bar where the New Year's party was beginning. He sat down across from Alfred who gave him back his room key.

"So how'd it go?" Alfred asked.

"Funny thing. I handed the front desk clerk her key as she stormed in complaining about it. She asked for a manager who I gave my side of the story to, mentioned the company I worked for and how I wanted to do a good favor and return what she dropped to a place that would be able to help her. Needless to say that she isn't staying here ever again." Alfred laughed. "I would never let someone treat you that dorogoy." Ivan smiled. "One vodka and one bourbon please." He ordered.

"See that Gil isn't working tonight." Alfred noted. "That will make this easier." The waitress placed their drinks down.

"Anything off our menu tonight?" She asked

Alfred's stomach growled. "Get yourself something to eat. It's said to be better that you eat something before you begin drinking." Ivan nodded.

"The 6-piece buffalo wings I guess…" Alfred said "And a coke."

Ivan remembered the advice that Katyusha had given him the night before and knew he had to start it. Better off my chest, He thought as he took a breath. "I have something I want to tell you Fredka and I don't know how you will take it." Ivan took a sip of his drink. "And I am scared of what your response will be."

"What is it?" Alfred asked as he looked on Ivan with concern.

God I love those eyes. "Well, remember the other day when I said I love your voice, well I umm…. iloveyoutoo…"

"I'm sorry?" Alfred asked. "I didn't hear you."

"I love you." Ivan said quietly but Alfred heard.

"You love me?" He asked as the waitress placed the wings in front of him.

"Da…." Ivan blushed. With this Alfred started to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"We must think alike." Alfred said. It was his turn to blush like a schoolgirl. "I wanted to confess the same thing to you. Because I think I love you too Vanya."

Ivan took a breath and smiled. "I am also scared of what will happen if we pursue this."

"Me too. I know you will eventually have to go back to Russia." Alfred began. "I was scared at first because I had been in a bad long distance relationship. But after talking with my Papa, he helped me to see that with that one, there was no hope for that relationship if distance wasn't a factor. This one," he placed a saucy hand on Ivan's. "I don't think that will be an issue. And frankly I am not one to play on the 'what ifs'. Because you can talk yourself right out of something if you worry about them. And frankly I don't want to what if my way out of having someone like you with me." With this he dove across the table and pulled Ivan close and kissed him on the lips. Ivan closed his eyes and smiled, the mixture of hot sauce, blue cheese and soda on Alfred's lips. He broke the kiss and looked at Ivan. "What do you think?"

"I will never hurt you." Ivan said back. "if you are willing to put up with something like distance, then I can too." He licked off some of the hot sauce from his lips and quickly took a drink of Alfred's coke. "Spicy." He shuddered.

"You do not want my Papa's Cajun cooking then. In fact, I am surprised he hasn't made jambalaya with tons of Tabasco sauce…." Alfred said. Ivan looked at him curiously. "Oh Papa often makes very spicy Cajun for dinner when he's mad at Dad."

"He was mad at your father earlier?" Ivan asked.

"For that scene he caused at Christmas." Alfred said. "But now I have something to look forward to in this new year and I have a good feeling about it." He smiled as the television screen showed the ball starting to drop. He moved closer to Ivan watching the numbers count down from 60.

"I do too." Ivan said as he finished wiping the mess from his hands and the pulled Alfred closer to him. The countdown continued to the last few seconds of the year. 3…2…1… and at this he pulled Alfred on top of his lap and kissed him deeply, wrapping his arms around him. Regaining his grip, Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan's scarfed neck and smiled as their tongues danced in-between each other. Ivan felt his heart race. "Let's continue this in private." He whispered in Alfred's ear.

"I agree." He said as Ivan picked him up and carried him back to his room.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. I don't know how explicit I will get in later chapters because for a few reasons. 1. I suck at writing lemons and 2. I would have to up the rating. I am cross posting on both AO3 and fanfiction dot net so depending on where you found this, feel free to check out the other ones. If I feel like attempting a few smuttier scenes, you'll see them on AO3 as they aren't allowed on FFN. And if you are on AO3 you can see my older works on FFN, I've be writing and posting fanfic online since 2007. Anyway remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,

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