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What if Alfred meets someone else?

Sometimes the right person isn't the obvious answer

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January

Only two years.

Only two years since what had happened between him and Lovino.

The breakup still affected Alfred, he'd been on a few dates with different people because his brother asked him to. That was it, he never really clicked with anyone.

Regardless, he tried not to let it stop him. With the help of his twin he got the push to start going to school.

His new found passion for wanting to educate and his connection with the youth is what inspired him to work hard.

He soon found himself accepted into a program that allowed him to teach as he learned in school.

Alfred was going to be a teacher as of tomorrow.

It was now January, half way through the school year.

Initially he had planned to start as a para at the school, but the current history teacher had been offered a better position elsewhere, so Alfred had the chance to jump right into his new career.

It was beyond nerve wracking.

He had done training to begin his new job just a few days before the end of break. The blonde sat at his new desk, tapping at the fake wood as he looked around his currently bare classroom. There wasn't a lot of time to prepare to add some kind of decor to the currently plain, white walls.

Although, he did imagine within the next month it would be filled. With what? He wasn't quite sure yet, knowing himself he would figure it out with time.

He glanced at the dialog clock that hung on the wall, one the previous teacher had left behind.

The time currently read 7:28 am.

Typically students started rolling into the building  around 7 am, not yet allowed to enter the hallways.

If he listened close enough though, he could hear the chatter of teenagers echo down the halls.

Alfred hummed as he tapped  the space bar on his keyboard, lighting up his desktop computer.

The schools emblem came up as he typed in the needed information to login, once unlocked he pulled up the attendance chart.

He scanned over the names one last time before he would have to read them out loud.

His desk chair squeaks as he leans into it, shifting it on the wheels and turning to the left just slightly.

Right next to his computer in the small space was a picture of his family.

It was taken at Alfred and Matthew's high school graduation.

A smile rugged at his lips, high school was good to him.

Alfred would be lying if he said he hated high school. It had been easy.

He got good grades, he was on the baseball team and ended up becoming the captain, he was popular, and met his high school sweetheart.

Bittersweet memories surfaced at the thought of him, it still hurt. More than he wanted to. He wanted to forget him, unfortunately he couldn't.

Lucky for him this wasn't the same school and wouldn't have to think about.

He wasn't in the same county anymore, wouldn't have to ever see anything that could remind him of those special moments that he had with that man.

It was funny though.

Never in his entire life did he think he would end up back in a high school.

At first he wanted to play baseball professionally, but by the end of his junior year he decided he wanted to become a police officer.

In all honesty he was glad that had happened, it's what finally drove him to quit that job.  It was hard to maintain, he hardly caught a break, and things change. Opinions and times, whatever those are.

Regardless, he was happy he wasn't a police officer anymore.

Now he was a history teacher, he had a feeling it would be good to him.

His thoughts passed the last few minutes by quickly as students began to walk into the classroom and take their seats.

They chatted amongst themselves talking about break, and casting glances at Alfred likely talking about who he was. It was fair, their teacher wasn't here.

As the bell rung and the classroom had been filled Alfred shut the door of the room. He took a deep breath as he gave the students a smile and began to speak "Good morning! My name is Mr.Jones..."

Alfred's free period was during the third block of the day just before the lunch period.

He thought it was still early enough to get a cup of coffee and it seemed appropriate.

After the hallways were clear he left his room, shutting off the lights, closing and locking the door of the room.

It seemed overly cautious, but he wasn't ready to make any mistake on his first day.

He threw his lanyard around his neck and held his empty mug in hand.

The teachers lounge at the end of the hall was empty except for one figure that sat at the table.

Alfred couldn't really see who it was, he was slumped over a pile of papers, reading them as he leaned into his hand.

The American walked into the room, moving toward the machine. He popped in a k-cup and filled with water, starting up the machine as he waited for the coffee to fill the mug.

"Jones?"

He turns sharply at the sound of his last name, maybe a little too quickly, but the voice sounded eerily familiar.

Blue eyes meet violet, as they lock he quickly realizes who it was.

"Braginski?"

Alfred's longtime high school enemy.

If you were in that building at anytime between his years of high school, you would know the two had a long time rivalry.

Not for any reason in particular that anyone knew of,  it was also unknown to Ivan and Alfred.

Still, the enemy-ship perspired all the way through their school years and never seemed to end until they had to part ways for their future.

You can imagine it surprised both of them.

"What are you doing here?" The man asks, his still very thick Russian accent lacing each word.

Alfred quickly looked over the man, he was wearing a black turtle neck. He couldn't see much else, only able to observe that the man had aged well. Even though they only graduated just a couple of years ago, Ivan looked good for himself. He couldn't say the same for some others they knew.

"I work here now." He responds swallowing leaning against the counter. "Um, Honors US history."

"Mmm" Ivan Hums, relaxing into his chair. The surprised look that had been on his face had melted away into something Alfred couldn't make out. "It's your first day?"

He nods in response, the gentle sound of hot coffee beginning to pour into his ceramic mug.

The silence between them was stiff and awkward, it wasn't everyday you exactly see your "arch nemesis" in your new work place. Especially because it wasn't like they were in their old town, it was a new place entirely. Odds of this occurring are slim, but leave it to Alfred's seemingly mediocre luck to let this happen.

The machine lets out a quite beep, it prompts him to turn and grab his drink. He mixes in creamer and a little too much sugar using a wooden stick, which he tosses into the trash.

As he turns, mug in hand ready to leave Ivan speaks again. "Sit? It's been a while."

Alfred raises his eyebrows at this.

"What? Are you shocked? I'd like to do anything besides school work right now." He pushes the papers to the side, pulling his own half full cup of coffee in front of him. His fingers curling around the mug as he looks at The blonde, a small smile pulling at his lips.

He couldn't help but return the smile as sets his drink on the table pulling out the chair to take a seat. "Fair enough. So..." he pauses to take a sip of his coffee, licking his upper lip. "What do you teach?" He asks.

"English, I do Juniors and seniors. Mostly Honors, but I am looking into getting my certificate to teach AP courses hopefully." Ivan sips his coffee again, it now being closer to room temperature.

Alfred nods as he listens, his index finger gently rubbing against the side of his cup. "Anything else you've been up to? Other than teaching I guess..." he says, trying make small talk. They weren't exactly buddy buddy in high school, so finding things to discuss was proving to be difficult.

The Russian only shrugs "Not really, my studies kept me busy." He leans onto his hand that's propped up by his elbow on the table "What about you Alfred? Are you and Lovino still together?"

Ah, there it was.

He's waited a while for that question, even though they were sworn enemies he would've noticed his relationship with Lovino.

Half of their high school did; the two were attached at the hip. They seemed like soulmates, everyone was convinced the two would get married and grow old together.

Funny to think about now.

But despite being friends with a lot of them on social media he basically dropped off the grid and hadn't updated the current status of their relationship, and Lovino wasn't the one to use social media anyway and only posted once when Alfred begged him to.

So, for everyone to wonder it was only natural.

Alfred swallowed, growing visibly uncomfortable as he let out a small laugh "Yeah... no um, no we broke up not long ago."

Ivan raises his eyebrows, genuinely surprised at this. Also noticing how uncomfortable the other man had become, his gaze becoming a bit more sympathetic. "I see..."

He shrugs, waving him off "it's fine, high school romance y'know."

The chatter in the halls and a quick glance at the digital clock on the wall signaled that the period was over, which meant it was time for them to return to their classrooms.

"Well, it's time to get back to work." Alfred says cheerfully, flashing a grin as he stands from his chair holding his half empty cup of coffee. "I'll see you around!"

"Alfred." Ivan stands as well, gathering his papers into a pile. "It was nice seeing you."

He hums in response, walking out just behind the much taller man.

As the two walk down the hallway, Alfred watches him go to his classroom. A small smile pulls as his cheeks just before he enters his own room.

Maybe this year wasn't going to be so bad after all.

February

The month passes quick, soon enough it was the second month of the new year. Classes had been running smoothly thankfully, and all the students had taken a liking to Alfred.

Of course he did keep busy, along with school and class work he rarely ever found the time to do things in his free time. Matthew pushes him to keep working, not that Alfred even really needed it. He still appreciated it of course.

Aside from school work (both for school and his own classes) he and Ivan had been talking a lot more. On their mutual breaks it started out as accidents a couple days of the week, but soon enough they were meeting up with each other daily to share conversation and do school work.

Some point in, when other teachers would be occupying the lounge Ivan would invite Alfred to come into his classroom.

He liked Ivan's room.

Despite what he would believe, it was decorated all around. The walls had posters carefully pieced together of collages with different books each of his classes had to read. Even separated into different genres.

Along it were also projects the kids had clearly made, along with stars and names; what they were for wasn't clear to Alfred but still added life to the room none the less.

Besides literature decor littered on every inch of the room, there was a reoccurrence of Sunflowers.

Ivan even had a vase of sunflowers sitting on a small table next to his desk.

In his high school years Alfred would have never believed such a bright flower full of life would fit a guy like Ivan. Things were different now though, even if they only shared lunches and their breaks together for the weeks since Alfred had started working, he learned a lot more about the man.

Well. Maybe not a lot, he didn't know his history or anything as clear cut as that, but he had a better idea of the man's personality. Alfred honestly loved his presence.

Ivan was sweet, although his exterior came across as stern from time to time, he cared deeply for others and was truly a nice guy.

A bit of a smart ass, yeah, but in a subtle way that didn't make him seem condescending or like he was trying to be rude. It was in such a way that it made Alfred laugh whenever he would correct a reference the American would make, or explain how a joke he said would be illogical.

That was one of his favorite things about him. It never failed to make him smile.

February 14th, Valentine's Day.

Unsurprisingly Alfred didn't enjoy this holiday. It almost never failed to make him feel like pure shit. Granted, only just over a year had passed since then. This was his second Valentine's Day since his break up, this time around he was more irritated that the holiday made him feel so bad.

It is likely because he's still so hooked on his Italian ex more then he'd like to be, considering how much time had passed he should be over him by now.

But Alfred's heart loved to prove him wrong, bursting at the strings whenever he dwelled for too long on the thought of his ex.

Maybe he just needed to meet someone new.

In the last week he'd downloaded a few dating apps, chatting with a few people who seemed more interested in a hook up than actually looking for a romantic evening of some sorts.

Disappointing, but he would try to push past this holiday without seeming so sad.

His classroom the week of the holiday had become decorated in various Valentine's Day themes. Alfred did love this day, even if it felt bad, before he'd met Lovino adored the idea of a day dedicated entirely to love.

He doubts anyone would be surprised by this, but he was a hopeless romantic. In the years him and his partner were together he made Valentine's Day special, bringing in gifts and showering the other with affection that was reserved for only someone he found special. He allowed the kids to even bring snacks and he mentioned the possibility of only light work on that day (not that it would be required anyway, perhaps just extra credit for anyone who'd want to).

There was a resting pit in his stomach, something that ached to want to spend it with someone special.

That will just be pushed aside for now, tonight he was going to spend time with his twin. They'll maybe order take out and watch silly romcoms on a Hallmark channel. Something simple, but special to Alfred none the less.

Now sitting in Ivan's classroom, the American sat with Russian at his desk with a chair pulled up where the two were eating lunch together. Idly chatting with each other about their day, maybe funny things their students had said or done.

"So." Alfred starts as he finishes off his sandwich, mashing the plastic bag in his hands and putting it into his lunch box. "Any plans for tonight?"

Ivan shrugs, pulling the spoon from his mouth then putting it back into his thermos that held his soup. "Nothing special. I Will probably do work and relax with Bimka."

Bimka is referring to Ivan's fluffy feline companion. Alfred has seen pictures of him, and is in fact a very furry, and very cute cat.

"Really?" Alfred asks, pulling out a juice box and punching the straw through the hole. Maybe he is an adult, but he adores juice boxes and their sugary goodness. "It's Valentine's Day dude, you're really not going to do something special?" Gulping down the Apple goodness.

Ivan nods, finishing off his meal and twisting the cap. "Da, I am." Giving the American a smile, as he puts his own belongings away. "I don't have anyone to spend it with, I have no reason to celebrate."

The blonde hums, finishing off the juice quickly throwing it into the trash been nearby.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, it wasn't awkward thankfully. Despite the amount of time they've known each other, being around one another had come easy to them.

The bell started to ring, signaling that lunch was now over for this period. Standing up, Alfred grabs his lunch box as he slides the chair back to the desk he took it from. "Well, good lunch man. Cya next week!" Just before he walked out the door, the Russian called out to him.

Turning around, Ivan was standing at his desk. He stood quality for a moment, his finger tips gently ran over the fabric of his tweed jacket.

He finally approached Alfred, leaving a foot or two of space between them.

"Alfred, I was wondering if..." he sighs, running his hand through his ashy locks. "Maybe you would like to spend dinner with me tonight? You can come to my house, and I can cook. If you would like to, I'd like to have you over." A small flush dusts over his cheeks, glancing to the side to avoid eye contact with the other man. "And you can meet Bimka."

Alfred's eyebrows shot up, shocked to hear such an invitation.

Thoughts swarmed his head in just a few seconds, were there hidden motives behind this? What if something went wrong? Was this a friend date or a date date? Is this even a good idea?

But when Ivan's gaze met his, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Feeling relaxed, something in his gut told him that it would be okay.

With a smile, he says "yes."

"Really?!" Ivan says, never having sounded so excited before. Clearing his throat he composes himself. "Really?" He repeats, this time less like an 'Alfred response'.

The American nods, stilling smiling as he looks at the man.

He turns back to his desk, quickly scribbling numbers on a sticky note then handing it to Alfred. "Here's my number.  Text me and I'll send you my address."

As he took the note his heart skipped a beat, good feelings about tonight.

When he returns to his classroom, he quickly opens his phone to enter Ivan's contact information. Then shoots him a quick text.

Seconds later his phone vibrates, receiving a message from Ivan.

Ivan Braginsky.

Attached: address
Dinner should be ready by 6pm :)!

A small giggle leaves him, the smiley face was a cute touch. For some reason it felt just so perfectly Ivan.

Liking the message, he sets his phone on his desk as his students pile into the room.

At 5:57 Alfred sat in his car, biting his lip staring at the front door.

He arrived only five minutes ago, but his heart thumped in his chest as he waited to enter the home.
He wore something nice, a blue sweater and a pair of Khakis. When he left his home that he shared with Matthew, he told him about the dinner. Of course he was happy for him, very enthusiastic with the fact Alfred was making friends (even if he was a grown man, but his brother was the type to dote.)

However what he told his sibling was he was going out to dinner with his coworkers as a social for the evening. Which wasn't totally a lie either, he was having dinner with A coworker. Though he did fail to mention anyone by name, Matthew wouldn't really think anything if he was having dinner with Ivan, but it was just the two of them. On Valentine's Day.

Still, it didn't explain why he was so nervous in the first place. It's not like it was ever specified whether or not it was romantic so he shouldn't be making a big deal or anything.

He still was a little, or maybe very panicked over this. If he was honest with himself, he really liked Ivan. Whether or not he was attracted to him was a different story, but their connection was undeniable and Alfred really liked spending time with him. Maybe he liked eating his lunches with, sharing each other's treats to try something new.

So what if he always stopped by Ivan's classroom in the morning and always liked the way he would give him a smile. During their break they would talk about goofy stories, and when Alfred cracked a joke getting the other to laugh little butterflies in his chest would flutter. When Ivan would show him something he might like and their hands accidentally brushed against each other, Alfred would feel a little tingle of warmth against his skin.

Okay maybe he did have a bit of a "crush" on Ivan (he felt a little old to be using that). For now he'd just let those feelings settle in him, he's truly only known the guy for a month now.

It couldn't just erase those feelings, similar to the ones he had when he was still just in high school meeting Lovino for the first time. Speaking of, ever since Alfred started hanging around Ivan there has been an absence of the Italian from his mind. The thought of his name doesn't make his chest hurt anymore like it used to.

As much as he wanted to be afraid of these feelings, they made him feel good. Maybe that was better than the bad.

Finally working up the courage, he leaves car going onto the sidewalk. Ivan lived in a town home like Alfred and Matthew shared, although his was clearly a bit smaller. As far as he could see it was likely a one bedroom, one and a half bath, and whatever else is important. He didn't blame him, they were pretty expensive homes and the fact Ivan could afford this one on his own seemed crazy.

He walks up the steps leading up to the front door, then gingerly raises a fist to knock.

Just after waiting a few seconds it opens and he's greeted by the tall figure.

Alfred's first thought was how nicely he was dressed, a black turtle neck with a plain pair of khaki's and a brown belt wrapped around his hips.

A simple outfit, but on Ivan it looked so nice.

"Welcome! Come in, I am almost done making dinner." Ivan says with a sweet smile on his face. As Alfred steps inside shutting the door behind him, he turns around one more time "Ah, if you don't mind could you also take off your shoes?"

He nods, slipping his vans off his feet next to where Ivan's were also neatly lined up. It is a fair request, but now Alfred is wishing he wore more plain socks instead of his pig themed ones. It made him seem childish, but whatever. Normally on dates people don't stare at someone else's feet (unless they're weird, and Alfred is most definitely not).

Walking into his home, the interior seemed much older than the exterior. It reminded him of Victorian style homes, ones that his father would sometimes take him to see for work from time to time. This one was much more minimal, a few Russian designed items decorated the walls and open spaces around the home. As well as a few framed pictures of him and his two sisters.

Natalya and  Katyusha, he remembers them. Katyusha was two years above them, entering her Junior year as he was entering his freshman year. Then Natalya was just a year younger then them. During high school during Alfred and Ivan's feud he recalls getting one of his friends to ask the younger sister on a date. Toris, Alfred's friend, had a crush on her. Although he was relatively aware that she would not return his feelings, he still found it funny if the two went out on a date. Only because he knew Ivan would not enjoy it.

Sadly for Toris when Alfred managed to set the two up, it lasted 10 minutes which consisted Natalya breaking all the fingers on his left hand, and him paying for her meal seeing as she took the food with her when she left.

It's still pretty funny.

Looking to where the kitchen and dining table were, the smell of something delicious hit his nose. The table was set simply but elegant, the wooden furniture that appeared hand crafted complimented the setting well.

A red candle sat in the middle, was a very tiny vase, not much bigger than the candle. It was filled with several white carnations, cute.

"I hope you like Spaghetti, I figured it might be the easiest thing to make that I knew you would like." Ivan stirs a wooden spoon through a pot, then picking it up to mix the sauce with the cooked noodles.

"Hell yeah I do." He stands behind one of the dining chairs, resting his arm against the top of it. "It smells really good." Alfred watches the other turn off the burners, finishing to mix the pasta and sauce together.

Ivan shrugs "You never know." He turns to his fridge where he pulls out a block of cheese and puts it on a small plate. Along with a small on sided cheese grater, he sets it on the table. "Natalya hated it, she was a pretty picky eater for a long time." He walks back to the oven where he pulls out a dish, taking off the lid to reveal a cooked vegetable salad.

The American hums, looking to some of the other items that sat around the room. Some things were sunflower themed, this was of no surprise to Alfred. Honestly if there was no sunflower decor that would be more concerning.

Ceramic clinks together as it is being set on to the counter next to silverware. Plain white plates, likely from a commercial store  for cheap. In each pot was a serving spoon, set on top of the stove,  steam rising from both dishes.

"I've finished, you can set your plate while I grab some wine." Ivan says as he  vanishes into an adjacent room.

The food smells amazing, it looks just as amazing too. With the lunch food Ivan brings to school Alfred had the idea that he was likely at least good at cooking, but he was honestly impressed with the way their meal looked.

Taking one of the spoons, he puts a decent portion of both the vegetables and pasta onto his plate. Walking over to the dining table, after grabbing some silverware, he sets himself in the dining chair to wait for Ivan.

Just moments later, he enters the room again holding a bottle of white wine. "Sorry for making you wait, I wasn't sure which kind you would like. Is chardonnay okay?"

"Mhm." Alfred hims, as he watches him take the cork out of the bottle. "I'm not picky when it comes to drinks, so as long as you'd like it i'm fine."

Soon enough the other joins him, setting his own plate down along with two wine glasses. Before seating himself, he pouring half a glass of the drink into each glass.

"I hope you like it." Ivan says, gesturing to the food that sits in front of the two. "I don't cook very often for other people."

Alfred takes this as a gesture to start eating, so he take a gracious portion of his vegetable salad and begins to eat it. As the flavor mix against his taste buds his eyes widen, it was really good. "This salad is really good!" his mouth still a little full of chewed food. "What is it?"

Ivan smiles, quietly laughing just a little bit "It's cooked vegetable salad. It's mostly just beets potatoes, carrots, pickles, onion and dill. My mother used to make it for us in the winter, I figured you might enjoy it."

"It's kinda a weird combo but." He takes another bite of his vegetables "I like it!"

"I'm glad." Ivan says, as he takes a sip of his wine.

The two hold a conversation for the rest of dinner, talking about their parents and family a bit.

Alfred learns that Ivan didn't grow up with a father, he left just after Natalya was born. He didn't remember him that much about him seeing as he was only two or three years old. It never bothered him though, his mom worked very hard as an only mother. Eventually he moved to the United States when he was Eleven years old, Alfred does remember this. When the boy joined his Fifth grade class,  his English was good since he started learning at a young age, but still had a very thick accent. This is where their little rival had begun, over what exactly the two can't recall, but the passion did not die for a long time.

They joked about this.

Ivan learned that Alfred had two dads, one being a French guy named Francis and a British man named Arthur. The two had a strange relationship before they start dating, but eventually they did get married. Moving to America when they were in their late Twenties and after finishing University. His dad was a writer for historical research and his papa did interior design, but he did have extensive knowledge and took pride in mimicking designs from centuries ago. They were working on a project in his hometown which, as they say, felt special to them and needed to live forever. Alfred didn't remember his birth parents since he and Matthew were infants when they were adopted, neither never did care to know.

"Mmmm!" Alfred wipes his mouth with his napkin, licking them a bit as he finishes off his meal. "This was great man, I wish I could cook like that."

"This?" Ivan chuckles, leaning back into his dining chair. "They're simple, nothing special."

He only shrugs "Better then anything I could make. My brother picked up all the cooking skills from our Papa, I think I'm more like my dad in that way he's... British." waving his hand in a random motion.

Ivan hums, but a smile still resting on his face.

"I can do the dishes if yah want, you cooked I can clean." Alfred suggests, placing his napkin onto the table as he adjusts himself forward onto the chair.

He's met with a shaking head "Nyet, you are my guest. I wouldn't make you." The Russian stands picking up his plate, reaching over to grab Alfred's plate.

"I'll help." Alfred picks up the silverware in one hand and the wine glasses in another. "You're not forcing me I'm volunteering. I'll wash, you dry and put them away. Deal?"

Ivan pauses for a moment, looking at Alfred then finally says "Fine."

They walk into his small kitchen where Ivan sets the dishes down onto the counter next to the counter where Alfred moves in beside him and pushes up the sleeves of his sweater and turns on the water. As he begins to clean the dishes, Ivan returns to the table and begins to put away the cheese and wine into the fridge. He returns to help Alfred in cleaning the dishes by putting them away into their proper places after drying them with a clean hand towel.

When the two finished it was just past 7:50 pm.

It was still pretty early, also given that it wasn't a school night they could let themselves go to bed later than usual. "Do you want to watch a movie? I share streaming service subscriptions with my sister's so we have a lot of choices, If that helps."

Alfred checks the time on his phone, he shrugs and says yes. Sitting together on the couch, with just a bit of space between them as Ivan clicks through the selections that he has available.

Going through Disney Plus, Alfred stops him excitedly on "Beauty and the Beast."

"Really?" Ivan says, looking over to the other.

"Yes, really." Alfred laughs, as he turns his head to him. "I love this movie, and it's been so long since I've watched it! Mattie and I don't have this one on DvD for whatever reason and it was one of my favorite princess movie's like, ever! We used to watch it all the time as kids, we had it on VHS with another copy in french that our Papa got us once and-" he cuts himself off when he notices that he's rambling. "Um... yeah. I really like it is all."

Ivan turns back to the TV, as he presses start on the film where the classic castle is shown on the screen beginning to play. "Then Beauty and the Beast it is." he says softly, but happy none the less as the dialog begins.

The film plays out mostly in silence, the only sounds were Alfred quietly mumbling the songs and the shifting of fabric against the sofa when the two adjusted themselves closer to the other.

By the end, they were sitting shoulder to shoulder casually as the credits began to roll. Alfred still sings along with the song "Beauty and the Beast" that plays over the text as he stretches his neck.

"I like that you do that." Ivan peels his gaze away from the screen onto the American, who looks to him raising an eyebrow.

"Do what?" Alfred asks curiously.

"You sing along like that."

"Oh!" Alfred looks away, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry it's habit , I didn't mean to do that."

Ivan waves his hand and shakes his head "Don't apologize, I thought it was cute."

Blush dusts the blonde's cheeks as he takes in a sharp breath, hopefully not too noticeable to the other.

"Right, well." Alfred check his phone, seeing he got a text from Matthew asking when he'll be home and the time being a little after 9 pm. "It's getting kinda late and I don't want to overstay my welcome; or worry Matthew."

Standing, he stretches out his back placing his hands on the back of his hips. Ivan follows just behind him, standing and stretching a little himself. The two walk to Ivan's front door where he walks the other out to his car.

Just before Alfred unlocks his vehicle when he pulls out his keys, Ivan breaks the silence and speaks up. "Um, what would you call tonight. What would you say it was?" he sounded nervous, different from his normal tone.

Although Alfred could say the same for himself, typically he was a very confident person when it came to his thoughts. Right now was different, he felt like this when he asked Lovino out for the first time. Strange. Still, he found his voice and managed to avoid the question. "Um... I don't know. What do you want it to be?"

The taller man bites his lip, staring at the blonde trying to read him for the appropriate response. He didn't want to overstep any boundaries in any sort of way, but what seemed right wasn't clear on the American's face. Taking the chance, he says "I'm hoping that this could be a date."

Alfred looked surprise, his mouth agape slightly with a little tingle in his chest bursting at the sound of those words. "Yeah, I like that. It was a date."

It was silent for another few moments as the two stared each other with a small smile on both of their faces as they locked eyes. Ivan reaches out grabbing one of Alfred's hands gently, rubbing his palm with a single finger. Their skin tingled at the touch as they met each other. "May I kiss you?" He asks, his violet eyes shining with something so pure, an innocent kind of adoration towards the other.

Hopefully he could say the same for himself, his blue eyes reflecting the same kind of genuine care that he feels. Alfred softly bites his lips with the tip of his tongue running over his bottom lip just a bit before he says "Yeah..."

Ivan leans forward first, turning his head slightly as his lips meet Alfred's. They press together with a gentleness that Alfred had craved for such a long time. Something so simple seemed to hold an intimacy that made his heart beat hard in his chest. Ivan's hands travel to his hip and fingers card through his golden hair. Alfred's rest just on top of his shoulder's, his free hand gently running over the exposed skin of the bottom of his neck.

They stand like this with just their lips against each other for what felt so short, but at the same time an eternity. Only the sounds of their soft breaths once they pulled away and looked each other. A grin on both of their faces.

Finally, Alfred pulls away pecking Ivan one last time on the lips before he unlock his car. "I'll see you Monday." Then gingerly gets in his car. He watch Ivan go back into his home with one last wave goodbye.

Once he was home, he felt like he was nineteen again, happier then he has been in a while. Matthew, who was standing in the kitchen fixing tea to drink before bed (much like their father) notices this too. He quirks his brow as he looks at his twin. "Did, something special happen."

Alfred shakes his head, deciding it would be better to talk about his night over breakfast instead. "No, just a good night that's all."

"Oh." He says, returning his focus to his drink. "Well, goodnight then."

"G'night." Alfred enters his room, shutting the door behind him. With a heavy sigh, he flops onto his bed after kicking his shoes off. Yeah, maybe he was in love again.

March

The next month when by fast, but in the best ways possible. Ivan and Alfred went on frequent dates with each other, still spending time during the school day, but now on the weekends they would go on dates and text each other. Alfred would sometimes send pictures of places him and Matthew went, or food that his twin makes. Ivan would send him pictures of his cat Bimka, which Alfred adored. He was always more of a dog person, but he would be lying if he said he didn't like cats. The soft creatures were undeniably cute and often so sweet.

Two weeks after their first date, Ivan asked if they were dating over another Friday dinner, this time at a local restaurant that was close to the Russian's home.

Alfred wasn't sure how to respond, he didn't want to seem too enthusiastic with his response, or turn him down. So obviously,  he makes his answer a question (as he does).

"Well? Do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

Ivan hesitates for a moment, likely with the same internal debate that Alfred had. With a nod though, he responds with "Yes."

He managed to contain any burst of excitement until his boyfriend dropped him off at home. The moment he stepped through the front door when Matthew, as usual, was making his bedtime cup of tea asks "How was the date?"

Without missing a beat he exclaims "He's my boyfriend!"

Matthew then matches the energy of his twin, getting just as excited about the news. Similar to how they would in the early years of Middle and High School, now it seemed silly, but Alfred was happy.

Although, with a new boyfriend in the picture it meant one thing; family dinner.

It really wasn't bad per say, he loved his brother and parents. They were intimidating though, hopefully since he wasn't a teenager anymore there were hopes that his family would act normal.

But when did they act normal.

Alfred chose to keep it to himself for the time being, maybe if he never brought up the dinner it wouldn't happen. Or at least him bringing his new partner would be a big deal, but now in March his hopes were crushed.

Saturday morning the two were lounging the living room eating their breakfast as they watched cartoons on the TV. It had been a tradition for them since a young age, and now living together alone it was still one today.

Matthew didn't have to work until One, so for the time being they would watch the channels and talk to each other between bites of their food.

"Dad and Papa are coming by for a visit tomorrow, they're going to stay for dinner since."

"mmmm" Alfred hums to himself as he looks over the text messages their parents had sent them in their family group chat.

"You know what that means."

He raises an eyebrow as he looks to his twin with a curious look. "What?"

"Ivan has to come over." Matthew says simply as he takes a spoonful of cereal. Alfred chokes on his food, looking over to his brother. "Our parents are never home, so I thought waiting for the Boyfriend dinner should be then."

Alfred groans, wiping his chin clean of milk with a paper towel. "I thought you forgot about that..."

The other chuckles, placing his now empty bowl next to him on the book stand. "I would never forget, just waited for the best time. It's a family event."

"Don't make it sound like it's some horrible thing." Alfred puts aside his bowl as well onto the coffee table. "I don't want it to be a big deal or anything, you're just meeting Ivan."

"I know Ivan, remember when he would trip me in the hall way because he thought I was you in ninth grade?"

"Ha!" he snorts, laughing as he recalled that memory. "You made us get different glasses frames so the people I started shit with would leave you alone!"

"mmm right." Matthew says as he stared at his brother. "I just want to make sure he's good enough for my brother is all, and I'm sure dad's would want to also."

"We're in our twenties Matt not sixteen, I think I'd be able to tell if he was a bad person."

"Sure, alright." Matthew starts, raising his hands in surrender. "But he is still yet to pass the Kuma test and that I can't ignore."

Kumajirou picks up his small head at the sound of his name, wagging his curled tail. The dog was Matthew's, getting him as a companion their freshman year. The "Kuma test" was one that had been around since their Sophomore year. Matthew believes, and maybe Alfred does too a little, that he has some kind of ability to decide whether or not a person was good or not.

"Alright, he'll come over for a normal dinner and to pass the little bear's test." Alfred says, defeated.

"He's not a bear Al he's an Akita." This was also something Alfred does frequently. Kuma was all white, which was strange for his breed, but knowing that Matthew had found him wandering through the woods all alone was already weird to match his coat color. The louder twin would tease that his dog was actually a small bear, which would result in Matthew giving him a quick scold.

So, the date was set for Ivan to come over the next evening to meet his family.

Ivan was arriving sometime around Five in the evening while his parents managed to arrive at their home just a few minutes after Three.

They were greeted with several kisses on their cheeks as their Papa pulled them into tight hugs. The twins only giggled at their father being over affectionate with them. With their dad scolding him to relax and treat them their age.

"I can't help it Mon Cheri, our two precious boys are still our babies no matter how old they get!" His voice still laced with his thick French accent, it never changed.

Their father mumbled something to himself, rolling his eyes at his husband.

Alfred smiles, family never managed to get old.

The family settled into quiet (in terms of this family) conversation in the living room. As it was nearing five, Matthew stood to begin cooking in the kitchen.

Francis insisted he helped his son, but after a five minute "argument" their papa agreed to just help set the dining table.

A knock sounded at the front door, grabbing the attention of all the occupants.

Alfred stood up immediately, and opened the door to reveal the tall Russian man who was standing just behind it.

His parents who were watching them with wide eyes at the sudden guest.

The twins had opted to not tell their parents about Ivan coming over. Mostly Alfred coming to an agreement, both acknowledging they would pester them about Ivan and search the internet to find out everything they could about him.

He wanted to avoid that.

Of course Alfred made sure Ivan was aware of it, not wanting to throw off his new partner like that. It didn't change he was sure that meeting his family would be nerve wracking.

He remembered when Lovino met his family, the Italian was nervous. He openly expressed such to Alfred, but just as suave as he was he managed to easily keep it in and make a good impression.

Alfred also remembers meeting the Vargas family. It was easier given he already knew Feliciano and the only other living family member was their Grandfather who he got along with wonderfully.

He missed them sometimes.

Throwing the thoughts to the side, he focused on who mattered now; Ivan.

Grabbing the man softly by the hand, he pulls him into the home as the door closed behind them.

"Ivan, I'd like you to meet my parents." He starts, lacing his fingers with his. Alfred's other hand ran over Ivan's arm, pressing up closely against his side. "Dad, Papa, this is Ivan. He's my boyfriend."

Silence passed over the room, aside from the sound of the noises coming from the kitchen.

Francis was the first to speak, a smile breaking over his face as he rushed to the tall man. "Oh look at you! A handsome young man!" Throwing countless compliments towards him. Ivan is clearly flustered by this, but remains composed as he could as he gave his happy greeting.

Even Arthur had a smile across as he approached the other.

Dinner went by smoothly, much to Alfred's gratitude as they talked about Ivan's job, family, favorite meals, when they started dating, and everything else you can imagine.

Once it got late enough, Ivan said his good nights and managed to get a goodnight kiss from Alfred when he walked him out to his car.

Waving as the Russian drove home, warmth swelled in his chest.

He really was falling in love with that man.

Going inside, his family is standing a few feet away staring at him softly. He closes the door behind him and puts his hands in his pockets. "So... Do you like him?"

Arthur, surprisingly, was the first one who approaches his son and pulls him into a tight hug. "I can tell he makes you happy." He says softly, his hand holding the back of the blond's head gently. "I'm so happy for you."

"I already love him." Francis says, rubbing his hand down his son's back.

Matthew reaches to the ground to pick up the large, fluffy, white dog. "I think Kuma liked him too."

That wasn't a lie, the whole night when sitting at the kitchen table the dog had affectionately spent most of the time next to Ivan.

Even better Ivan liked the dog, reaching down to pet him from time to time and even asking if he could "sneak" him some food from his plate.

Which was a check in Matthew's book.

Alfred smiled, pulling away from his father.

"Thank you guys, I love you."

April Showers

Arthur and Francis were visiting again, currently spending the Friday afternoon in the living room of their son's town home.

Both of their kids were currently at work, though it was nearing four which meant Alfred would be coming home soon.

Just as expected, Alfred walked in through the front door, kicking his shoes off of his feet and placing his back pack next to the door.

"Hey." He greets his parents with a wave, who each give a gentle wave to him in return as their gaze returns to the television that runs in the background.

Arthur keeps continuing his stitch work, which clearly had a few mistakes because of his husband's antics. Nothing between the two had changed since they were kids, despite the way they teased and messed with each other it always made Alfred believe in true love for as long as he could remember.

The young man goes to the kitchen and grabs a small bag of chips to snack on. He returns to the living room to sit with his parents.

"Alfred, do you know what dinner plans are?" Arthur asks, not looking up from his activity.

"Nope." He says with a mouth full of chips, earning a quick glare from his father. Swallowing, he continues "I'm going to be at Ivan's"

"Oh ho!" This get's Francis' attention. "Spending a night with the boyfriend huh?"

Alfred snorts and rolls his eyes "I'm not a teenager Papa, It's not some kind of scandal."

Now Mid April, Alfred for almost a month now had started to occasionally sleepover at Ivan's house, sometimes it was also the other way around.

It started as an accident, the two were having a movie night, Matthew also joined them for the watch party. One movie turned into two along with an endless conversation about what they'd watched, a goofy conversation of theories and ideas.

It had gotten very late, and Alfred didn't want his boyfriend to drive home so late at night, so he invited him to stay.

Of course they shared a bed for the first time, cuddled up against each other. They slept, and that was it.

Following after that night they realized they were comfortable with spending the nights together, so from time to time they would spend their nights together.

"Have you two had sex yet?"

Alfred coughs, slamming a fist against his chest.

"Excuse me?" His father answered for him, dropped the embroidery to his lap. "You can't ask him that!"

"What?! It's as you said he isn't a child anymore." Francis raises his hands in defense "besides, it's just a question. I'm not asking for details!"

Clearing his throat, he adjusts himself in his seat. His finger pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose gently. "No, we haven't." He states, not bothering to even look at his parents. "We haven't really talked about that yet."

"Well you should."

"Francis!" "Papa!"

"Alfred." He moves closer to his son on the couch. "I know you don't need to hear this at your age. But, you're going to have sex with this man eventually." He places an arm gently on his shoulder. "I know you're still hurt from Lovino, you should be very clear about when you're ready to do what. It was hard on you, and I just want to make sure you understand that it's okay to take your time and talk about these things with him. If he really cares about you he'll be there to listen"

He blinks, looking at his dad. Alfred shouldn't be surprised at what he said, he was always good with his words. Aside from that, Francis was always sex positive.

Not getting his sons to have sex, but educating, understanding consent, safety, and understanding your limits.

"Thank you Papa." He pulls him into a hug, yeah. He was right.

Ivan and Alfred sat cuddled together in the large bed at the Russian's house. The TV sitting on his dresser across form the bed played an animated movie on the screen.

Together they made a decent meal (Ivan did most of the cooking, Alfred certainly didn't get his cooking skills from Francis) and shared desert.

Call them old, but school was exhausting, so they were cuddled underneath the blankets watching the movie at nine pm.

It was nice.

Being single, Alfred missed nights like this. Snuggled up against your partner, the warmth of the other giving you a unique sense of comfort. Nothing but the sounds of gentle breathing and whatever was playing in the background.

It still made him a bit nervous, it's been a while since he had been like this, even more when excluding his ex.

But Ivan was kind, he was slow for Alfred.

The Blonde explained his situation, not in extensive detail, but his tiny fear of intimacy in all forms.

Except for sex.

Which is why Alfred decides now it might be a good time to bring it up.

They'd been kissing for a while now, making out while laying on their sides. Hands running over fabric and fevered skin.

Alfred's cards through soft hair, his fingers intertwining with the locks.

Ivan's begin to slip under Alfred's shirt, running up his torso shortly and begins to slowly ride up.

The blonde pulls away, without hesitation he begins to speak "Can we talk about this?"

The Russian blinks, staring at his partner with violet eyes. "This?" He asks, looking a little nervous.

Of course he see's this and immediately sits up, waving his hands and shaking his head. "Nothing bad! That was a weird way to start it um..." he looks away from his partner choosing to look at the tv screen instead. "I figured we should talk about... us and y'know. Having sex."

"Oh!" Ivan sits up also, leaning back on his hands, relief washing over him. "Alright then. What would you like to talk about?"

"Well y'know..." he started, his hands places together with his thumbs tapping against each other.

"Y'know... what?" Ivan says, after waiting in silence from the start of Alfred's thoughts.

"I've haven't exactly... had sex since my, uhum." He clears his throat, clearing past the thought of even bringing the name of his previous partner. "My ex. Which... y'know was a little over two years ago so... I'm nervous."

"Ah I see..." The man shifted against the sheets. "Well. That's okay, we don't have to do anything anytime soon, if—"

"No no!" Alfred scoots closer to Ivan, their hips touching. "I want to do stuff, I've like... thought about it and I.... y'know." Making an up and down gesture with a closed fist, crude for someone his age. Although, can he blame himself? This is the first time he's ever had to talk about sex so delicately.

He liked Ivan, he really really liked him. Even as a he teenager he could count the amount of people he slept with on one hand before he got with Lovino. Even then, they were never as special or intimate as his nights with his ex. Him and his lover spent many nights together and each one was filled with passion and love. Because of him, Alfred understood why it was something so special between two people in a relationship. It wasn't just a night to receive pleasure, blow a load, then move on with your life before your next fuck. It was intimacy between two people who loved each other, it was a connection between two people so they could physically be as close with each other as much as two people could be. Alfred found himself easily able to be vulnerable with him in comparison to his other partners.

Again, he really did like Ivan, and god did he find this man attractive. He was still a human after all, so it was only natural that at some point he'd masturbate to the idea of finally having sex with him. He wanted to, so very bad, but there was that fear of intimacy again that scared him away from actually getting that far with him. The furthest they've ever gotten was maybe pressing their erections together a little too hard after making out. By then, Alfred calls it off, and Ivan respects him that he doesn't question him. Following that, they'd go to the bathroom for a few extra minutes than normal each on their own to (probably) beat one out before getting in bed together and falling asleep against each other.

His dad's little talk inspired him, and made him realize that yes, soon he'd love to have sex with Ivan. That needs to come in steps though, work his way up to the "big" step.

"I'm not ready to... take anything. Not that I wouldn't! I'd really like to..." Alfred's cheeks dust over pink, as he scratched the back of his neck. "Just not yet." He turns back to Ivan. "I want to take steps up to there, but I wouldn't say no to starting with a little more then kissing...."

Ivan's hand reaches up to Alfred's cheek, his torso turning just slightly. He held the other's face so gently, with a smile just as sweet. "Of course, I want you to feel good and safe. This isn't just about me, this is for you too. You just set the pace, and I'll follow your lead."

"Thank you Ivan..." he throws an arm over his lover's shoulder and pulls himself close. His free hand goes to his upper arm, caressing it slowly with his thumb. "I love you." He places a gentle kiss against his lips.

As they pull apart, leaving only half An inch between them. Their noses bump together as they laugh. "I love you too." They kiss again.

Just as before they kiss, and it escalates just to where they had left off. This time, Alfred's hips roll against Ivan's, the larger man twisted slightly above him. "Hey." He starts after breaking away from him. "I wouldn't say no to taking the first step tonight... if that's okay?"

"Of course." Ivan moves, placing himself in front of his partner, separating one leg between Alfred's and the other on the other side. "I have an idea for that, tell me when to stop. Okay?" He places his hands on the blonde's hips, hooking two fingers under the band of his sweatpants.

Alfred only bites his lip, feeling himself get excited. "Okay.."

And Ivan pulls down his pants in a single swipe.

BRING MAY FLOWERS

"Y'know, our high school reunion is coming up soon." Alfred says, standing at the counter as he goes through the Mail, glancing at the invitation THATS hung up on the fridge.

Ivan Hums from the kitchen table, writing down notes quick on a quiz and Adding it to the pile of graded papers. "Are you interested in going?"

Alfred thinks for a moment, humming similarly to his partner. "I mean why not? Our old stopping grounds, could be fun. Plus it's only a fifty minute drive y'know?" A week away too, which was plenty of time to plan out. Matthew may also want to go, so that leaves carpooling as an option.

A small chuckle comes from the Russian, as he rests his elbow on the table and holds his chin as he looks at the blonde. "You mean, your old stopping grounds. Mr. Alfred F Jones was very popular in high school. I can't say the same for myself." He gazes at him with a gentle smile across his face.

"Okay, okay. But in all fairness." Alfred leans on the table, getting close to Ivan. "you were just way too quiet."

"And you." Ivan leans in closer. "were too way too loud." He then presses a soft kiss against the other's lips.

Alfred laughs gently, pulling away. "So glad we feel the same." Turning back he looks over the invite one more time. "Really though, do you want to go?"

Wood creeks, as more paper flips. "Let's do it, it'll be fun to see all the faces that we're together now."

Another, louder laugh comes from Alfred after that comment. "God, that's gonna be pretty fucking good."

Ten years since they'd graduated high school, it's weird to think about. How much has changed since they'd gone through (objectively speaking) the most awkward phases of their lives. To think ten years ago, Alfred (and maybe most of the school) was thought to be with the love with his life, and picking fights with Ivan.

Just around two months ago was their third anniversary, and they'd only grown closer since. Hard to believe that at 17 they hated each other, but now at 27 and 28 respectively, they were in love.

What Alfred would give to see his younger self react, hah! Now that would be funny.

So, now they were in Ivan's car driving to their old high school, Alfred in the passenger seat and Matthew alone in the back. Alfred desperately insisted and tried to get his twin to bring a date, since they did each have a plus one. But Matthew only shook his head and said it was a bit too soon to be bringing a guy he was seeing to a reunion. Which seemed silly to him, but in all fairness they'd only been "talking" for a few months now (and Al was yet to meet him). All he knew was that he was rich, tall, handsome, and Dutch. Not even a picture...

Anyway, that didn't matter now, they were only ten minutes out from the school. Most of their drive had consisted of reliving the nostalgic memories of high school, listening to music from when they were still walking the halls.

"Okay, okay, Mattie do you remember Ludwig?" Alfred is met with a gentle hummed confirmation. "How much you wanna bet that he and Feliciano finally got together?"

Matthew snorts and shakes his head. "Are you kidding? Those two are so clueless! I wouldn't be surprised if they're living together and still pining! I'd put money on that."

Feliciano was the brother to Lovino, just a year younger than him. But he was quite the social butterfly and made himself friendly with everyone in the school as much as he could.

Ludwig was someone Alfred and Matthew were pretty acquainted with, being on the same hockey team as Matthew and his older brother by two years played baseball with Alfred.

The two boys were good friends and practically inseparable when Feliciano had moved to town, and within months they'd fallen for each other.

It was very obvious to everyone else, except for them. Alfred knew even after high school the two hadn't gotten together because he was with Lovi, and the two of them complained constantly being clueless to the others feelings.

"Okay bet, twenty bucks that they actually are together now." Alfred extends his hand, and Matthew gives it a shake.

"Deal."

The trio arrived at the high school, the parking lot was filled and several of their well dressed classmates (and presumably) attending with their partners or plus one of some kind. All of who were making their way into the building.

Pulling into a parking spot, they find their way inside.

After grabbing name tags, they navigate the crowded gym, choosing to stick together in their small group they sit together at one of the large rounded tables. Choosing to people watch instead of socializing right away.

Ivan leans in close to Alfred, talking quietly. "Look, isn't that Jakob?" He asks pointing to a young brunette man with tanned skin, he stood with his arm wrapped around a woman with shoulder length hair; a bun tied up on the side.

"Holy shit it is, and thats Hedvika with him too... guess they got back together huh?"

Jakob and Hedvika were two of their classmates, a couple notorious for their on and off relationship. The two when they weren't constantly bickering with each other were inseparable, and probably the ideal couple (for high schoolers at least). They stuck together mostly for four years, and to think they're still together after high school amazed them.

"I'm impressed." Alfred says, matching Ivan's level. "They're probably married too huh? Good for them.." his blue eyes gaze at all the faces, each one socializing. Some were vaguely familiar, changed slightly since the last time they were in school. Some were new, presumably partners of some kind that never went to their school.

Alfred then see's a head of messy white hair, he squints for just a moment then he realizes exactly who it was. "No fucking way!" He stands excitedly. "Gilbert!" He yells, waving to the man who turned sharply towards him.

A big grin grin grows across his face, the German man making his way over to the table. "What's up Jones!" The two meet together and pull each other into a hug.

"Dude, what are you doing here you're totally not in our class." He laughs, pulling away.

"Came with Ludwig, he had the plus one. All of my little mates were in your class, had to come see you." He sticks a hand on Alfred's head ruffling his hair.

"Quit it!" The blonde snorts, pushing away the pale hand from his head. "You came with Ludwig? That's surprising."

"How so?"

"Well I woulda assumed he brought Feli with him."seeing as Feliciano wasn't in their grade it was only natural that Ludwig brought him, well if they were on speaking terms that is but the two were close even after graduation, so.

Gilbert nods "Didn't need to, Lovino brought him along." He pauses, his face dropping for a moment as he looked at Alfred. His voice shifted to a more serious tone. "Hey listen, I know what happened with you two. I understand if you don't want to be around him, I think that he—"

"man, don't worry about it." He puts reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I'm over him now, I've moved on! Meet my new boyfriend." He gestured over to Ivan, who notices the sudden attention on him. He gives a shy wave, and a kind smile.

"Ivan!?" Gilbert yells surprised, Turing to Alfred gaping. "You're with Braginsky?"

"You bet!" His grin is large and bright. "Been three years."

"No kidding..." the man blinks, stilling processing that high school sworn enemies were now in a committed relationship. "How'd that happen?"

"Well, we actually work together now. We both teach at the same high school surprisingly enough and well... yeah!"

"Okay, good for you then as long as the both of you are happy." He says sweetly, then seeing that just a seat away from Ivan was Matthew. "Hey still see you got that piece of arm candy twin huh?"

Alfred shakes his head. "Buzz off." Slapping the German playfully. "Hey wanna bring your group over here? We can all hang out and sit together if y'all aren't already sitting somewhere."

"Sure thing! Be right back!" And he was off to find his crew.

The blonde sits back in his seat between his partner and twin.

"I'm surprised to see Gilbert's here, who's he with?" Matthew asks.

"Ludwig, surprised me too would've thought he brought Feli but nope! Lovino took care of that one. The four of them came together it looks like. They're gonna come over here and join us!"

"Oh! Okay, you'll be fine if..."

"Yes!" Alfred cuts him off. "Of course I'll be fine, you have to trust me I'm so very over him. Besides." He tilts his head to Ivan. "I got the best guy in the world with me now."

Matthew gives him a kind smile. "Okay if you say so." He stops for a moment, then speaks again. "Y'know of Ludwig didn't bring Feliciano that could mean that they're still not together."

"But they came together! That twenty bucks could still be mine!" Alfred slams his fist on the table, and points at Matthew. He wasn't going to admit defeat that easily. "Also, don't let Gilbert flirt with you. We may almost be thirty it's not gonna happen!"

Bloom

"Let me get this straight." Alfred looks at the Italian and German, his gaze intense as he stares. "You two are not together. You're living together, but you are not in a relationship."

"That's right, we're just.... well we aren't quite there yet." Ludwig explains bashfully, a hand rubbing his neck.

"Wow... okay." Under the table, he slips Matthew a twenty who grins in sweet victory. "Anyway I'm gonna get something to drink, need anything?." An open question for anyone, but he mostly looked to Ivan.

"Just some water would be nice, please." He placed a gentle hand on his forearm.

"Sure thing." He kissed his cheek and stood.

"I'll come too." Lovino stands as well. "Feli wants some wine and I won't ask you to carry so many drinks."

The two walk out of the gym together to the food and drink tables. It was much quieter than it was inside, which was a little nice.

There was still an awkward tension between the two as they walked and stood in line waiting to get what they wanted.

"So." Alfred starts. "Ludwig and Feli huh?"

"Ugh you don't even know the half of it. Try living with them! It's like watching the worst hallmark original twenty-four-seven!" Lovino rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"I really thought they'd start dating, I guess they at least realized their feelings?"

"Give it another ten years and maybe they'll hold hands."

Alfred laughs at that, before returning to the silence.

"So." Lovino is the one who speaks this time. "You and Ivan?"

He sucks in a breath, rocking on his feet a bit as he puts his hands in his pockets. "Yep." He pops the p. "Three years now."

The Italian hums, nodding his head. "I'm happy for you. You two seems happy."

"Oh, thank you Lovino. Means a lot to hear from you."

He nods, blinks, then sighs.

Grabbing Alfred by the wrist he pulls him away from the small crowd and into a hallway adjacent from them.

The blonde could easily yank away from the Italian, he was much stronger and both of them knew this. But he let the man drag him away, curious where this was going.

When they stopped in the hallway, the lights were off, only being illuminated by the glow from the other room.

"Hey, Lovino I—"

"Give me a moment." The Italian rubs his temple, taking in a deep breath. "Alfred, I wanted to apologize."

Oh. Well that was a surprise. Before he could say anything, he continued speaking.

"What I did to you... wasn't right. I've felt so guilty, but I was so afraid to reach out because I thought you would hate me and I...." he sighs, rubbing his chin. "I'm so, so sorry for doing that to you. I don't want to have a relationship again, that's not what I'm asking. I just miss you more than anything. Seeing you so happy tonight I just... wanted to get that off my chest."

"Well." Alfred bites his lip, thinking to himself to process everything his ex had dumped on him. That was... a lot. But it seemed so genuine, and maybe he could use Lovino back in his life. Besides; "we were always friends first, yeah?" He extends out a hand for him to shake.

"Yeah." The Italian smiles sweetly, taking the larger hand and giving it a shake. He's suddenly pulled into a tight bear hug, Alfred's squeezing him tightly.

They hold each other, the guilt and grief of their past slipping away as the two settled into their new re found friendship together. This was nice, it was good.

After finally pulling away, they make their way back in line to get the drinks they'd intended to get. "Not that you have to share, but are seeing anyone?" Alfred asks, genuinely curious about his ex lover's love life.

"Yeah actually." He says, a faint blush growing over his cheeks. "I've been talking to a lovely girl recently, I can show you a picture later, if you wanted to."

"I'd like that!"

The rest of the night went along smoothly, eating dinner, drinking, and partying with friends from long ago.

Lovino did end up showing Alfred a picture of his girlfriend, a pretty blonde girl who was just a year older than them. It was nice to hear about someone who made him happy, they even planned a double date since they still lived in the same area.

As they socialized with other students, most were shocked to find that him and Ivan were together. They jokingly laughed it off, talking about how they met and fun adventures the two had shared. People joked and said how much sense it made, with how obsessed they were with each other.

Life is funny like that.

At the end of the night, the class head out to the football field. All of them smiling and laughing as they grouped together for a reunion photo. After several pictures had been taken, they we're about to leave as the crowd had begun moving.

Alfred's hand's brushed at his sweater, laughing his usual intoxicating laugh. His head was turned away, looking at the stands reminiscing on their life not so long ago. "Hey Vanya, we should stop and get ice cream, do you remember that place where..." as he turns his head to face his boyfriend, he notices the beautiful, almost silver hair closer to the ground. Looking down, his lover is on one knee in front of him. Blue eyes widen, a hand stretching up to his face to cover his sudden gasp that left his body.

"Alfred Franklin Jones, ten years ago we walked away from this place sworn enemies believing we'd never see each other again. To think we'd meet each other again, and you'd make me happier than I have been in so long is.... unbelievable to me. You are my sun, and I want to keep your light with me for every day that I have. Will you marry me?" He pulls a ring from his closed fist and holds the stunning engagement ring up to the blonde.

Tears are already cascading down his cheeks, to think his smile couldn't get wider would be untrue, because Matthew swears his brother has never looked happier.

"Yes!"