"OWW!"

"Alfred! Are you ok?"

I was around April 22 and, as Alfred would say, it's also the time for spring-cleaning! Currently, the younger nation was attempting to clean his bookshelf, only failing to do so when a pile of photo albums fell on his head.

"Goodness, you have to be more careful!"

Arthur was gently running his hand through Alfred's hair, making sure there wasn't a bump. As Alfred allowed the Brit to probe his head, he turned his nose up and curiously sniffed the air.

"Hey Arty, I think something's burning.", said Alfred nonchalantly.

"GWAH!", shouted Arthur as he shot up from where he was sitting,

"MY SCONES!"

Alfred grimaced as he thought about Arthur's monstrosity known as scones.

"You're making those things again?"

"OH, SHUT UP!"

Arthur threw cuss words every which way as he raced urgently to the kitchen. Alfred sighed softly once he turned side ways and looked at all the pictures that were strewn across the room. Slowly, the American got up and started picking up the pictures in random order until...

"Hey Arty! Come look at this!"

"What is it now, Alfred?", asked Arthur coming out of the kitchen covered in something that looked suspiciously like gun powder.

"What the hell are you- Actually, I don't want to know. Anyway, look what I found! It's some of those pictures we took when we went to visit everyone's houses together!"

Alfred pointed to a small cluster of photos that were gathered by a sunny spot by the window.

"Huh.", grunted Arthur as he sat down beside Alfred and started hovering over the pictures with interest.

"How strange... I don't remember where this photo was taken."

The English man was fingering one of the pictures puzzlingly. Alfred scooted over to where Arthur was placed and turned to look excitedly at what had been

uncovered. A grin spread across his face.

"Dude! I totally remember that! We were at Antonio's place!"

The two were looking at a picture of themselves sitting on an old fashion swing that was hanging from a large tree. The swing seemed to be place rather high up due to the couple's reactions. The American was throwing his hands up in the air and had a wide, playful smile dancing across his face. Practically on top of him was Arthur, cling to the rope of the swing like it was his lifeline and looking down at the ground like it was an endless abyss.

"Really? Tell me about it!"

Arthur was acting unusually eager, so Alfred couldn't help but oblige.

"M'kay, listen carefully!"

"UWAHHH~! Antonio! You live here?"

"Sí! Isn't beautiful?"

Alfred and Arthur had just arrived at the grand Alhambra Gardens. Alfred was marveling at the sight of the traditional Spanish architecture and lush gardens while Arthur stood in awe at the fact that it wasn't raining. He's so simple sometimes, thought Alfred as he stared at Arthur lovingly and gave him a soft smile.

"Come on Arty~! Let's go!"

Alfred latched his hand on to the Brit's small wrist and started dragging him along when Antonio pulled them to a stop.

"Oi! Mes amigos! I have to meet Lovi for lunch so I can't come with you. Sorry! Here's a map. You can get lost real easy in there!"

"Okay~!

Antonio handed the duo a map as he scampered off to his sleek red car.

"Alfred, let's go here."

Arthur was intensely studying the map as Antonio drove away, feeling a new found motivation to explore. Alfred inched closer to Arthur, trying to see where he was looking to go.

"The Garden of Linda- what?"

"The Garden of Lindaraja, you git. It looks nice."

Arthur was aiming his finger at a little green patch on the map.

"OK! To the Garden of...THE PRETTY GARDEN!"

America nodded with satisfaction at the new name he had given the garden. Arthur sighed and whispered under his breath,

"Idiot..."

•••••

"WHOA! Look at those trees! They're HU-UGE! HEY! Look! There's a swing! Come on Arty!"

They finally arrive at the small garden after a hour of twisting through the many corridors and getting lost at least three times.

"Alfred! Stop shouting we are being stared at!"

Arthur was looking around at the other tourist who were giving the boys strange glares as if telling them to shut-up.

"Hey, earth to Arty!"

Alfred waved his hand in front of Arthur's face.

"Let's take a picture on the swing!"

"No!"

Arthur was snap out of his spell.

"Pl-easeee~?"

America was moving closer and closer to Arthur until there lips were almost touching.

"F-Fine...but who's going to take the picture?", sputtered out Arthur, his face a deep shade of crimson red.

"No problem!", said Alfred, pulling away from the blushing brit and making a beeline to an unsuspecting tourist. As soon as Alfred starting speaking, the tourist starting flailing his hands in a motion that said 'I don't understand!' Arthur decided to walk over and see if he could be of assistance.

"Alfred, what's going on?"

As Arthur came closer he could hear the tourist saying 'I do not understand' with a thick Russian accent, so he decide to intervene.

"Не могли бы вы сфотографировать нас?"

The tourist gave a sigh of relief when she heard her language being spoken then nodded her head, agreeing to take the picture.

"Since when do you know how to speak Russian?"

Alfred was showing a expression of surprise after hearing the foreign language roll off Arthur's tongue.

"I'm trying to learn the languages that the other allies speak."

Arthur responded to Alfred's question in a-matter-of-fact tone as they walked over to the old, wooden swing. Alfred hopped on to the swing while Arthur asked the tourist to take the picture when they gave her the thumbs up sign. Arthur turned around to get up on the swing when something suddenly clicked in his head.

"Where do I sit? The swing's only made for one person."

"Heh."

Alfred grinned slyly as he took his hand and patted his lap as if calling a dog. A wide blush spread across Arthur's face once he realized what the American was saying. The English man opened his mouth to protest but knew he would never win so he allowed himself to be hoisted up onto Alfred's lap. Once they were both safely seated on the swing, Alfred start rocking back and forth.

"What are you doing?"

Arthur gripped the ropes that held the swing to the tree. Alfred just kept swinging higher and higher, when suddenly...

"WH-HOO!"

Alfred let go of the swing's ropes and gave the thumbs up sign.

CLICK!

The shutter of the camera sounded just when the swing was in mid-air. Normally, Arthur would be thinking 'what a cool looking picture that's going to be', but right now all he was thinking was 'AHHHH!' Arthur squeezed his eyes shut when suddenly he felt Alfred's lips pressed on his forehead. Arthur opened his eyes and looked up.

"We stopped."

Alfred jumped down, and then helped Arthur down because he was still woozy from the ride. They thanked the tourist and took back their camera but just before the turned away, the girl asked something.

"Хм...Вы двое пара?"

Arthur stopped still in his tracks and his face flush bright red. Arthur turned around, nodded quickly then grabbed a confused Alfred's arm and stuttered,

"L-Let's go."

"Oh! So that's what happened. I remember now."

Arthur nodded his head while the memories came back.

"So what did that lady ask to make you blush?"

Arthur's cheeks slightly turned cherry pink.

"S-She asked if we were a couple."

"BWAHAHA! She totally hit your weak point dude!"

Alfred laughed loudly at the flustered brit until his hand brushed across something.

"Huh? What's this?"

Alfred stared at the unrecognized photo that was held in his hand. Arthur looked at the picture then said,

"That I remember!"

Whoo! New fanfic~! I am actually really happy with how this turned out! The part with the tourist and Alfred was actully based on what happen at my job a couple of days ago. I play the role of Arthur who somehow learned to speak Russian! Sorry, but I see Arthur as the smart one in this couple and it would be weird for Alfred to speak Russian. Oh! if anyone know another way to call someone whose British or American that NOT insulting please tell me! I don't have enough lingo! TwT OK now it's time for business!

For those who don't know human names:

Alfred=America

Arthur=England

Antonio=Spain

Lovino(Lovi)=

Translations:

Sí=Yes

Mes amigos!=My friends!

Не могли бы вы сфотографировать нас?= Can you please take a picture of us?

Хм...Вы двое пара?=Hm...Are you two a couple?

and if you haven't noticed, anything between the 'xxxxx' are the 'memories'. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be published, but i'll try my best to get it out soon!