I do not own Hetalia, okay? Some more inspiration struck so I can update this sooner than I thought. I am thankful to all who read and like this story. Anyway, enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
"I guess you could call this your airport limo?" Alfred laughed looking at the poor state of his car.
"I have to return the rental car." Ivan kissed.
"Well, that may be true but I still want to say goodbye to you. And if you drive me, I cannot get home without hailing a cab myself." Alfred said. "So I'll run blocker for you. And if we have some time…." Alfred smirked as Ivan kissed him.
"How I wish we did. But I already have to get to the airport earlier to return the company rental car and go through that awful process of check in and customs and all that frustrating legal business." Ivan sighed.
"I hope to god you get the American assignment." Alfred said.
"As do I." Ivan replied.
"You sure you don't want to spend some time in the back of the car? I mean the back seat is pretty big and cozy…." Alfred winked.
"We'll see if there is time." Ivan kissed back. "I would love to never have to leave. Ever."
"Sure I can't sneak in your luggage?" Alfred laughed.
"Nyet." Ivan said. "I do not want to pay the fees for having a man weighted bag in the cargo hold." Alfred pouted. "I am not saying you are fat before you get any ideas. I know very well you are not. But it is a 16-hour flight. And you would likely not come out too well, even if I did."
"I know, I know," Alfred sighed. "But hey a man can dream. I mean come on, you realize your suitcase weighs more than you thought get it home and out comes me."
"Funny." Ivan kissed. "But we must get going."
"I know, I know. Luckily the airport isn't too far away." Alfred sighed.
"You will be clinging onto me until your how you say TSA pushes you off me." Ivan smiled.
"Don't tempt me, I'd risk getting a beat down from those guys to see you off." Alfred said.
"That's why I love you. You would move heaven and earth for us to be together," Ivan sighed.
"You've given me something to hope for again. No one else could, not even Mattie." Alfred said. "I love you. If this were Vegas, I'd have already had us eloped."
"Now that's funny." Ivan sighed. "Not dismissing that dream, as part of me wishes it could be so as well, I just do not want to until I know we can withstand anything."
"I get it." Alfred said. "Long distance isn't easy, but I think we can make it work."
"I think so too." Ivan said as he started up the car and began to drive, with Alfred following him. Once Ivan parked his, Alfred parked nearby and helped him with his luggage and stood by while he finished up some of the paperwork and headed into the terminal. Alfred wanted to just take the ticket and tear it up and tell Ivan he was staying with him forever but that was not possible. He didn't have a place of his own. His job was mediocre at best and that could leave Ivan in a rather tough spot himself.
"Oh, let me get something from the car." Alfred said as Ivan stood and watched him dig in the back for a box of what looked like cookies and various pastries. "I made them…." Alfred blushed. "For your flight back…." Ivan looked at Alfred curiously. "Fine, my papa helped, not my dad. No way I'd let you suffer with petrified couch stuffing for 16 hours cramped up with nothing but a can of coke and some pretzels…."
Ivan smiled and hugged Alfred. "Spasibo, moy milyy podsolnukh." Ivan said. "But you need not worry so much about me. "My ticket is business class and the whole 16 hours is not on the plane. Meals are provided too." He said as he showed Alfred the itinerary.
"Damn, that sounds kind of good…." Alfred said.
"There are a few layovers, one in London and one in Helsinki. So even if I didn't want that, I could get something at one of those airports." Alfred looked clueless at the drop of Helsinki. "It's in Finland, Helsinki is. You really should brush up on your geography."
"Maybe. I can tell you how to get around any of the 50 states or what interstates are the best to take and if it is north to south or east to west by the number but outside that…. nope…." Alfred said.
"Are you not ashamed of that?" Ivan asked as they headed into the airport.
"A little…." Alfred said as he stood in line with Ivan who dropped his main luggage off at the desk and the clerk sent it back. Alfred then took his hand and headed over towards security for a moment, staring into Ivan's eyes. He knew it was not going to be like one of those bad romance movies where they ride off into the sunset together or he decides not to go. Ivan had a job and life back in Russia and as much as he wanted him to stay by his side, Alfred knew that he couldn't hold Ivan back. It wouldn't be right. He trusted that Ivan loved him like he said.
"So…" Ivan began.
"I wish this day would never come." Alfred cried.
"Me neither." Ivan said as he felt tears well up in his eyes. "I promise that one day, hopefully soon you will see me come through that gate for good. I could not bear to leave you alone ever again. Just your plan to visit in the summer is a painful joy."
"Because I'd have to come back eventually." Alfred sighed as he looked up into Ivan's eyes and kissed him deeply. "Follow me. Just be quiet though."
"What are you?" Ivan said as Alfred dragged him into the restroom and locked the door behind him.
"I know it's rather well…" Alfred motioned around. "But I want to give you something to remember me by, to dream about until I see you again. And it smells like they just cleaned it."
"Only you could make having sex in a public restroom before a flight something I would actually want." Ivan whispered.
"You'll never forget me." Alfred said as he pulled Ivan close, nuzzling his neck, knowing just the spots to make him melt by this point. At this, his phone started to ring. "Fuck that shit." He said as he rejected the call and turned off his phone. "I have just one last moment with you and while it is not on red satin sheets, I want this to be the best you had yet."
"Ya lyublyu tebya tak sil'no" Ivan whispered.
"I love ya too big guy." Alfred said, the world fading away in his mind so that it was just the two of them.
Meanwhile, Lien sighed and placed her phone down in her purse with an angered huff. That was the second time that she had tried to call Alfred in the past two days that he had rejected her call. There was no way in her mind that he would let something as silly as a class interrupt him. Or he would have at least answered and told her that he was in class, and he'd call her back. This is that Ivan bastard's doing. She thought to herself. He's got Alfred so obsessed over him he won't talk to the only one of his old friends who actually wanted to keep going for it again. Last time I talked to him, he seemed happy to speak with me. He had to have done or said something to him. She looked around, trying to find Li. In order to get her auntie off her case about wasting her life pining over someone who was not going to return her feelings, she had called up Li and agreed to meet him at the mall, a place he choose. I feel like he's still in high school by him having me meet him here! She sighed as she tapped her and on the side of the fountain in annoyance.
"Excuse me, are you the niece of that woman my xian shen said was wanting to meet me?" A young man, while 19 looked even younger with thick black eyebrows, dark brown shoulder length hair and a backwards baseball cap with 'Stanford' written on it on with hazelish brown eyes said.
"Who exactly would your xian shen be? I was told I was meeting Yao Wang's nephew here." Lien said rolling her eyes. Watch he's going to want to watch me shop for bras at Victoria's Secret or something the punk kid….
"Oh, that is my xian shen," The young man said. "I am Li Xiao Chun, but all my friends call me Leon, I like that much better, and you should hear my great uncle yell at me when he hears it."
Nice, he called Yao his great uncle…Auntie, I know you said he was older than you, but God I feel like he's going to ask me to his junior prom Lien sighed as he placed her hand in her face. "Forgive me but my Chinese isn't that great, what exactly does xian shen mean? I though uncle was shushu?"
"Oh, it means 'show up'" Li explained.
"Oh." Lien paused. She thought back to what she had seen of Yao and what her auntie had told her about him. "Yeah….no offense but I could see it."
"And I honestly think he wants to hook up with your old lady." Li sighed.
"Well, I think the feeling is mutual in that she wants to hook up with him…. probably would need some Viagra and say it was some 'Ancient herbal Chinese secret'" Lien said dismissively.
"Sounds like him." Li sighed.
"Do you want to be here?" Lien said.
"Not really but if I didn't then xian shen would make me clean the bathroom at his restaurant on crab leg night. Do you see what some of those American pigs do to that place?" Li shuddered.
"Little crude way of putting it, but I can imagine. A place like your uncle's is where the band I was in went to celebrate our big break and the pay day we had from it. It was the best we could afford, but it was a celebration, and the bathroom was destroyed." Lien sighed, God I remember how Alfred scarfed down that orange chicken and the crab ragoons even though he couldn't use chopsticks to save his life. Like he would stab the chicken and the rice he got went everywhere when he tried using them…. even with that dumb brown hair they made him get…. "So, to a less disgusting topic, my auntie tells me you are going to Stanford?"
"Yes, studying business and political science with a focus on transpacific trade." Li said.
"Must be hard work." Lien said, trying to keep the conversation polite.
"It is. I only agreed to this so I would not have to work hard on my break. Frankly I only am doing this to keep xian shen from pestering me to take over his restaurant. Like fuck I want to do that. Honestly, I didn't tell him I was on a rap team on campus. I actually can lay down some sick beats and lines better than most on there. Some called me the Chinese Eminem…."
"I will warn you right now." Lien said. "When I was your age, I chased superstardom. My friends and I had talent. But one bad manager fucked us over. Booked us at the wrong venue and that was that. Because it didn't turn out the way the company manager wanted, and we were dropped. Hard. The lead singer and I worked some of the hardest to keep us afloat in Los Angles and that just broke some of the other bandmates and we called it quits. That's how I ended up in Bakersfield, the 26-year-old failure who is going to be starting teaching at the age of fucking 30. Maybe by being the golden Stanford overachieving Asian, you'll save yourself that heartache."
"I don't even want to go the Stanford. But xian shen insisted I go for Ivy League. I was accepted to the University of Michigan. I wanted to honestly study around where Eminem got his start. I had that nickname for a very long time, and I wanted to hone that craft well. But no, couldn't have that. Dishonor. Dishonor on Li, Dishonor on your cow…."
"Why did you quote Mushu from Mulan?" Lien asked.
"I don't know." Li sighed. "Maybe I was sent to hang out with you as a warning?"
"Was that an insult?" Lien asked. I should just go over there, shove that hat in your face and give you a wedgie, I don't care if you are taller than me.
"Well to quote the song I have played ad nauseum in my dorm, Lose Yourself"
"By Eminem…." Lien rolled her eyes.
"So what? I like his stuff. And do not get me started on the 90s rap scene. But no, Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not" Li said.
"Well, you sound like you have a good safe route." Lien said. "Alfred and I went at our attempt to fame with that same line."
"Looks like you took failure as an option?" Li said bluntly.
"You little shit!" She yelled, causing half the mall to look at her. Ignoring them she went on. "I will have you know you snot nosed punk that we did much better than 95 percent of the bands that go out to LA and make it big."
"But it wasn't a simple name change from what you used in the local scene in Pennsylvania to something more badass. Right now, you're shaping up to have someone be performing on stage while you either work as a teacher in a high school or some warehouse worker that meets the drummer of Green Day in a gas station bathroom on his way to work."
"That is oddly specific…." Lien paused.
"That is the story of Paris, or should I say what they are better known as, Poison." Li said. "Yes, I know rock too, even if my favorite genre is hip hop and rap." Lien paused and blinked.
"Look there's an offer to have the old band join back up. One of our CDs was discovered by a record company executive, and they liked the sound." Lien said.
"But…?" Li said. "Failure too easy?"
"Fuck you! The lead singer and lyricist is already on the other side of the country fucking some Russian dude who will probably never ever see him again nor give two fucks about him and Alfred will be the warehouse worker who meets the drummer of Green Day in a gas station bathroom on his way to work!" Lien yelled. "If Alfred would come back, we could go for it."
"Linkin Park. They can make rap work with rock." Li said. "Here's my number if you need a replacement. It sounds like that Alfred doesn't want the band back. He's happy where he is at even if it could lead to a life of misery and pain. Why should you let that stop you?"
"Reasons you wouldn't understand punk." Lien sighed.
"What, you wanted to fuck the guy?" Li said bluntly.
"Seriously? In public?" Lien said turning red.
"So, you did. You would give up your dream of being a rock star for some loser who gave up on it himself." Li said. "Because if you need a new frontman, here's my demo." Li said. "Stanford can be my backup plan but hey you have the connection and seems the only missing thing is a frontman." Lien blinked. "Just tell my xian shenthis went off as a romantic first date or some nice meeting bullshit."
"I'll tell my aunt the same so hopefully they will shut up I guess." Lien said.
"Good. Now go shop wherever you want. I need to hit Gamestop." Li said.
"Sure." Lien sighed He may be a punk bastard, but I have to give his stuff a listen. He might be able to replace Alfred…. what am I thinking? Betraying Alfred like that? That's why he broke up the band in the first place. But do you want to waste away and give up this second chance? She thought as she headed through the mall, thinking over what Li had said to her.
Translation Guide:
(Obtained via Google Translate)
Spasibo, moy milyy podsolnukh. -Russian- Thank you my darling sunflower
ya lyublyu tebya tak sil'no-Russian-I love you so much
So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. And yeah, Poison was called Paris, from Central PA and knew a man my mom worked with who met the drummer of Green Day in gas station in Hershey and my teacher in high school graduated 2 years after the lead singer. That's where that came from. Anyway, remember to read (well you just did) and review. Ciao for now
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