A/N: Hey. OneShot only. HAHA. This is someone's POV. Okay? Just, read and review! :D

Hi, I will not mention my name for my identity will be revealed if that happens. I am the donor (if I must say) of Alfred's LiveJournal account, and I'm at least happy that he actually uses it.

Here I am, sitting in a one corner of a room. I used to think being alone was going to be boring, but then, I guess I was wrong. As boring my life could go, I have a nice story to tell you.

It was Saturday afternoon when I walked on the streets alone. My hands in my pocket and my head in the clouds. I had my earphones on my ears and was listening to music. I was thinking, "What current plans should I do now?" I kicked a rock that blocked my way, then kicked it again. The day seemed so boring. Sun was out. The air was breathable. It was just a simple day. A normal day to be exact, but for some reason, it wasn't just a normal day, something with this day is special. I never knew, until everything went black. The music that I was listening to stopped. The sun was obviously not out since everything was black. I couldn't see through that darkness. The breathable air I used to breathe in, gone. I was being suffocated. I felt so claustrophobic. I couldn't move a single muscle, not even the smallest muscle, but then I heard footsteps. Footsteps coming near me, my eyes slowly fluttered open. A realization struck me that I my eyes were closed, but as soon as opened my eyes, I saw nothing.

"What are doing all alone, -name-?" I heard.
"Huh? Who's there?" I looked behind me, in front of me, beside me, but I saw no one. It was just a voice. A soft, gentle, caring voice.
"You don't remember me?" He said. A late realization that he was a he.
"I don't know." I replied. 'Do I?' I asked myself. That voice seemed familiar. Too familiar to be exact.
The footsteps I heard came back. It was coming closer, and then it stopped right in front of me. There was light behind him, which was the door's light. I couldn't see his face. He leaned forward and offered a hand and said, "Hello, -name-. Pleasure to see you again."
It was America. Alfred. My eyes widened in shock. For years, he left me alone at home, not telling me the reason for his leaving, and now he was back with a big smile on his face. I felt a tear roll on my cheek. I took his offering hand and stood up to hug him.
"ALFRED!" I said. He patted my back as I continue to cry.
"It's okay now. Everything's going to be okay. Big brother's here." Alfred comforted me.
I let go of him and wiped the tears off my face. I playfully punched him on his chest.
"You meanie!" I accused.
"Hey now. You're going back with me. We're going to eat lots of burgers, okay?" He said. I laughed at his response, then I saw a man, same height as mine, which means he's smaller than Alfred. He was alone. Standing. Staring at the two of us.
I walked towards him and gave him a hug.
"Can you be my big brother too?" I said. He smiled at me.
"No thank you, but I don't want to end up being left again." A tear fell on his cheek. He looked down, and another tear fell. He looked at me straight in the eye. Without hesitation, I hugged him, and he smiled. I felt that Alfred was smiling too, but crying. He came walking and hugged us.
"HEY. Stop crying now. You make me cry too. As much as I hate your scones, I can still choose to be your little hero." Alfred said. Arthur had an annoyed face. Alfred messed up his hair and said, "Smile for me, will you?" And with that, Arthur smiled.