Sorry, it's been a while... I kinda had writer's block for this one and also was working on a few different concepts... Currently, I have three other fanfics in the work along with some original pieces...

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America was hanging out with Caleb at the hospital, wheeling him around happily. They were going around the garden for some fresh air before Alfred looked at the large clock on the wall.

"It's almost time Caleb! We should head inside!" Alfred exclaimed excitedly. Caleb squealed as Alfred then wheeled him inside the pediatric wing where many parents he recognized waved hello. They gathered all the kids in the large sitting area, most of them wearing masks or having IV's in their arms. He happily wheeled in Caleb and sat him in the middle of the group. He then grabbed his sport's back.

"Alfred, you can change in our locker room if you want," Justin, a small male intern said. Alfred nodded and went to change. He stripped his white dress shirt and dark navy jeans, leaving his tight boxers. He also stripped himself of his dress shoes and socks. He then spent the next few minutes dressing for today's dance. When he came out he was wearing red ballet shoes, dark navy jeggings, and a flowy white tee. He clapped his hands as he began to stretch out, showing off his flexibility. He was unaware of his fellow nations watching him from the bundled crowd of parents.

England was especially antsy, watching his son move in such ways. He was worried his son would fall, or so he would say. France was in awe of his little Alfred's warm up, blushing and shaking his head. Canada was watching his father's reactions, turning red with anger and slapping their heads. China smiled at the warm up, not knowing Alfred was able to move in such directions. And Russia, Russia just wanted to pin Alfred to his bed. The way Alfred moved excited all of them, but Russia hadn't been that turned on since he last had sex with China close to fifty years ago. Luckily his large coat hid his excitement.

Once Alfred finished stretching and flipped upward to face the children. They all clapped for Alfred, their young innocent laughs filling the air. The parents also clapped, some of the single parents whistling and waving. They were all aware of Alfred's time with their children, and they swooned over it. A strong boy like Alfred made men and women alike drool. Alfred blushed at the antics but laughed it off.

"Alright, guys! I decided to do freestyle ballet today! Any objections?" Alfred asked, and nobody said a thing. The kids were all at the edge of their seats, ready to watch Alfred, "it's Caleb's turn to pick a song! Go ahead bud!" Caleb flicked through the long dance playlist on Alfred phone, a playlist Alfred had made to assure NO foul language tainted their young ears. He looked for a minute before landing on a song "Faded" by Alan Walker. He pressed play and Alfred quickly began to dance.

The nations were in awe of how swiftly he moved. It was as if he was air or the ocean. The kids all clapped for him, watching his hands flow freely and his feet burst like sparks. The twirls were graceful and the movements were fluid. Most of the nations knew Alfred could easily make it as a dancer, Russia especially thought he would do well in the Mariinsky Ballet or even the Bolshoi Company. Alfred's capability was endless.

The song ended in Alfred's final pose, and the room was filled with applause. The kids all cheered happily as they went back to their rooms, happily waiting until tomorrow when Alfred would come and perform again. Caleb and his mother stayed, as well as the nations and Zoey. Her and the mother were excited since Alfred did have a surprise for Caleb. He walked over to the small boy, not noticing the nations still. Claire also walked up to Caleb.

"That was amazing as always Alfred, thank you for letting Caleb pick the song," Claire said sweetly, standing straight up to talk to Zoey.

"Hey, buddy how was that? Was that a cool surprise?" Alfred asked and Caleb nodded and smiled. The nations then noticed the mom and the nurse pulled out their phones and started recording, "I've got another surprise for you, Caleb! Wait right here and cover your eyes!" Alfred stood up and ran down a corridor as Caleb covered his eyes with his tiny hands. A minute passed and the Zoey and Claire were giggling. The nations were a bit curious, but their thoughts were silenced when Alfred came back with a man in army fatigues. Alfred gently grasped Caleb's hands and removed them, slowly removing Caleb's hands from his eyes. Caleb looked up and met with his father's eyes. The man picked up his son, brushing his strawberry locks with his pale and strong hand.

"Daddy! I didn't think you'd ever come home!" Caleb screamed, crying into his father's shoulders. Claire quickly joined the hug, the family reuniting happily. While Caleb and Claire looked a lot alike, Caleb's father had defiantly gotten some of the Korean and German routes. His hair was very thin and dark chocolate brown, and his skin was pale with icy blue eyes. Then he spoke.

"I've missed jou Caleb! I've missed jou so much!" a tiny German accent snuck through his tongue. Alfred patted the man's shoulder, the trio now looking at Alfred and Zoey.

"I think it's time for Caleb's nap, it's a bit past our normal time," Zoey explained and Claire lowered Caleb down to the chair, who was beginning to yawn. The man nodded at the two girls.

"I'll be in zere, just give me a sec vith Alfred," they both nodded and left. The man then turned to shake Alfred's hand, "Danke Alfred. For letting me come home to see him," the man said.

"You deserved it Cody, you deserve to say 'I love you' and 'goodbye' in person," Alfred replied embracing the man and nodded. Cody then took off to see his son, and Alfred smiled. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his brother clutching his shoulder. Behind him were the nations, all smiling sadly, "when did you all get here?" he asked nervously.

"We saw your entire performance Alfie! You were wonderful eh!" Canada smiled, making Alfred blush. He was still in his ballet outfit, and it made him embarrassed that his comrades saw him doing it.

"Alfred your dancing is brilliant!" Arthur said hugging his son.

"Oui Alfred! It would put even the most seasoned dancers to shame!" France also hugged Alfred.

"Alfred, you should show off more aru! I didn't know you were hiding such a physique," China rubbed Alfred's strong arm muscles with a flirty gleam in his eye. Ivan began to give off his kolkolkol aura, making Yao step back.

"I am sure America would prefer a strong man like me to be his dance partner, da? Not some scrawny boy like you China," both the countries gazed at each other like there was a fire in their eyes. Alfred quickly broke them apart and sighed.

"Look, guys, I'm going to go use the employee shower and get dressed. Then we can all go around and see the kids. I'll be back in ten minutes, do not follow me" Alfred quickly ran off, and walked up to Ms. Julia. She was head of staff in that wing and was close with Alfred.

"Alfie, you going to use the showers?" she asked, perky and happy despite always being around the death of children. Alfred nodded at the sweet woman, who nodded back.

"That group back there will join me in seeing the kids. I think they would enjoy seeing people of different cultures. Can you make sure that they don't follow me into the showers?" Alfred asked, and Julia chuckled.

"Course hun, I'll lock up the bathroom and instruct Monroe to stand at the door," she winked and walked off, calling the security guard 'Monroe' over the walkie talkie. Alfred hopped into the showers and heard the key lock the door. He quickly undressed and pulled out two single-use bottles of each of his favorite shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. They smelt of the ocean and rosewood, they were Alfred's favorite scents. The smells didn't hide or mask his natural musk of firewood and morning dew, they only enhanced them. Alfred quickly showered, removing the nasty smell of B.O. and sweat, leaving him smelling like heaven incarnate. Alfred dried off quickly and got ready.

He layered on his scentless deodorant and his military tags. He then slipped on a nice pair of tight boxers that shaped his matching tight bottom. He then put on his tight Captain America t-shirt, the shirt clinging to ever spare inch of his muscles. He put the tags on top of the shirt, only defining America's chest more. He nestled into a tight pair of dark blue jeans that hugged his hard rump more than the boxers. He then slipped on his white ankle socks and laced up his dark brown leather cape toe boots. He cleaned and fixed his glasses, adjusting them on his face. He stood up and put everything back in his bag. Just then there was a knock at the door, and Alfred knew by the dainty way the knock sounded it was Julia.

"Come in Julia!" she proceeded to unlock the door and open it up. In her hand was a bright red leash, and connected to it was an American Eskimo dog in a vest. The dog grew excited upon seeing Alfred, prancing up to him and sitting with her tongue out.

"Hey there my little angel! Who's a good girl! Paw!" America knelt by the dog who followed the command, he then supplied her with a small piece of cookie, "lay, roll, lay, sit, paw" Alfred commanded, the pristine white cotton ball following the orders exactly. She was supplied with another treat, "good girl, Sugar! The last one ok?" she barked cutely, "paw, paw, lay, roll, lay, sit, dance!" she did as told, giving Alfred her paws, laying down, rolling, laying down again, sitting, and then jumping around in a circle on her hind legs. Alfred cheered and gave her the other half of the cookie. She was wearing a red vest that told others she was a therapy dog, and that petting her was ok with permission. He then gently grabbed the leash and whistled, the dog following.

He walked back to see the nations with masks over their mouths: England was knitting what looked like a cancer cap, France was reading a fashion magazine, Canada was listening to his ebook guilty pleasure "The Help," China was sipping some Lipton tea in a styrofoam cup bored out of his mind, and Russia was most likely on a call with his boss by the looks of his agitated and stressed face. They all noticed the extremely attractive man with the dog, getting up from their seats. They all finished up their tasks and walked over, Canada kneeling at the dog's side and petting her head.

"Hey Al, what's Sugar doing here?" Canada asked as the dog licked Canada's cheek. Al smiled and clicked his tongue, making Sugar heel.

"We're going to walk around and make the children happy. Care to join me?" Alfred asked, and all the nations nodded. They walked around the ward happily with Sugar, many of the kids were excited and curious to meet people from different parts of the world. They were happy to answer questions, doing impressions of famous people from their country (though Canada did have some qualms about doing Justin Bieber), telling them "stories" about their history, and even sharing some cautious hugs.

The nations witnessed how responsible Alfred was that day. How talented he was. How selfless he was.

They also witnessed how helpless he was. How sad he was. How truly broken he was.

Alfred

was

actually

hurting...