Hello, Everyone! It has been a while since I last posted a story, and that one wasn't the happiest. Anyway, this one is a sequel to "What Must Be Lost" and recalls some events from it. I promise this one will be happy!

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Ludwig walked out of his house on a spring morning. His shoulder still hurt him even though it had been a few decades since that month. He sighed and rubbed the old wound trying to relieve the pain. He walked down his drive almost expecting to hear a commotion coming from his neighbor's, Vash, yard. Instead, Ludwig only heard the birds singing and the wind blowing. It was almost peaceful, but it was ruined by Gilbert's ranting about how awesome he is and what type of beer he was going to drink. Ludwig shook his head at the albino. Even after all those years apart, the first thing his brother thought of was being awesome. Ludwig stopped and looked back at his brother.

"Gil! You are not that awesome! Come on; we're going to be late if you don't hurry it up!"

"Oh, come on, West! You're just jealous of how awesome I am!" Gilbert ruffled Ludwig's perfectly slicked back hair.

"Gott, Gil! Why did you have to do that?" Ludwig pushed his brother's hand away and slicked his hair back. Gilbert was laughing hysterically at this.

"You need to relax, West. You can't be awesome like me if you are always so uptight." Gilbert nudged his brother's shoulder and sprinted forward, expecting Ludwig to yell at him. Gilbert ran forward and stopped when he did not hear his brother chasing him. He turned around and saw Ludwig holding his shoulder and staring at the ground. "Oh come, West! I didn't hit you that hard!" Ludwig did not respond. He only just stood there and continued to stare blankly at the ground.

"West? What's wrong?" Gilbert walked back to his brother.

"Nichts." Ludwig said quietly as he tried to look away. Gilbert rolled his eyes and knew his brother was lying. He grabbed his brother's shoulders and forced him to look at him.

"I know you are lying when you do that! Look at me, West!" His scarlet red eyes met Ludwig's icy blue eyes. He could see the pain and the hurt hidden behind Ludwig's blank expression. Gilbert knew Ludwig felt personally responsible for then events that happened all those years ago. He even heard his brother cry out at night as he relived that month in his nightmares. Ludwig put on a strong face when people brought it up, but Gilbert knew the tall blonde was crying inside. "West, talk to me! I know you are not alright so tell me!"

Ludwig looked away and held his shoulder, "Do you think he will forgive me, Gil? Forgive me for just leaving him like that?"

Alfred and Arthur both walked behind a small Italian boy, who was currently obsessing over his small grey cat. Alfred took note of the boy's slight limp as he skipped excitedly down the city street. The American shook his head as the boy started freaking out when the cat started licking his face. Arthur, on the other hand, was worried about how the small boy was going to react when he met his ally and friend from all those years ago for the first time since 1942. He too noticed the boy's limp and immediately felt regret.

"Feliciano! Be careful!" Arthur shouted as the boy ran forward chasing the cat. He remembered how Feliciano refused to do anything for days after being captured by himself and Alfred. After Alfred brought him to the medical tent, the Italian boy tried to run but collapsed on the ground do to blood loss. Feliciano often cried out at night, screaming out the name of the German man who tried to protect him. Arthur closed his eyes trying to forget the memories.

Alfred turned to see what Arthur was doing and saw the regret and guilt come across his face. Alfred ran up to Arthur and held the British man close. He knew Arthur always felt bad for what happened to Feliciano, but he never thought it was like this. Alfred continued to hold Arthur close and whispered in his ear, "Feliciano said he had forgiven us and that he doesn't want us to feel guilty for it anymore. I hate seeing you like this. It wasn't your fault, so stop thinking that."

Feliciano realized the British man and the American had stopped following him. He turned to see why they had stop, and saw Alfred holding Arthur right in his arms. He could tell Arthur was feeling guilty again, and Feliciano did not want him to. He was about to run up, but saw Alfred lean closer. Feliciano suddenly felt jealous. They have each other, and I have no one. He turned back around, so they would not see him crying.

Alfred let go of Arthur, "We're gonna be late, and you know how he is about timing." This caused Arthur to laugh.

"That is one thing that will never change with him." Arthur continued walking and noticed the Italian boy had stopped with his back turned very much like he did all those years ago while recovering from that September. Arthur gently placed his hand on Feliciano, "What's wrong, Feli?"

Feliciano turned with a smile on his face, "Ve~! Nothing! I can't-a wait to see-a mia sorpresa!" He skipped on forward, with a slight limp. Alfred caught up to Arthur.

"Alfred, he was crying again."

"He looks pretty happy to me."

"He's only pretending. He misses him. I can see it in his eyes."

AH! That was my first real time writing American and England! I really hope that wasn't a complete failure.

Stay tuned for the next chapter! COMING SOON! Also, Reviews would be much appreciated!