UPDATE 4th July 2015

I AM STILL ALIVE AND I AM BACK, REALLY SORRY IF YOU HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING THIS AND I JUST DISAPPEARED BUT I AM WORKING ON IT AGAIN AND IT SHOULD BE UP SOON! X)

It was cold, rainy day. Alfred was sat in the living room helping Arthur sort through some of his old stuff.

Arthur was having a break now and was sat on the sofa dinking a cup of tea, but Alfred was too interested in digging throw the boxes and looking throw all his stuff. A lot of it was from before he was with Arthur, and for some reason, he was fascinated by it.

Arthur sighed and looked over to him. "Are you sure you don't want to take a break and come have a cup of coffee or eat some junk food or something?" Arthur wouldn't admit it, but he hated Alfred looking through his stuff. He was sort of scared of what he might find.

"Nah, Im fine." Alfred said as he threw something behind him and flashed Arthur a huge beaming smile.

The thing that he had thrown almost hit Arthur's head and landed on the sofa next to him.

"Be careful, you idiot! Most of the stuff in there is delicate!" He glared at him.

"Oops, sorry dude, I'll be more careful." Alfred went back to rummaging through the boxes and Arthur picked up the object that had landed beside him. It was an old brown book that was slightly tattered and smelt of salt water. Arthur flicked through it, and soon realized it was one of his journals from back when he was a pirate. The pages were aged and had a slight yellowy brown tinge to them, but the writing was still clear.

As Arthur read through his journal, Alfred saw something in the box that he recognized. He reached in his hand and slowly pulled it out as his face dropped.

It was one of his toy soldiers from when he still lived with Arthur. "He kept these..? I wonder if they're really that precious to him...?" he thought.

He smiled and looked up at Arthur who realized what he was holding and looked up from his book at him "What?...What have you got there?" Alfred turned bright red and quickly hid the toy behind the boxes. "Nothing!"

Alfred wanted to punch himself! He knew that sounded odd, but he just looked back at Arthur and forced a smile. Arthur gave him a confused look for a moment, before shaking it off and going back to his journal. Alfred let out a small sigh of relief before going back to digging in the boxes.

After a while of looking he came across an old portrait of Arthur that clearly hadn't been touched in ages. Alfred wiped the dust off of it and stared at it for a moment. He couldn't believe that was Arthur... He had a long red cloak on and a big black hat with fevers coming out of it. A jewel encrusted belt hung loosely around his waist with a sword stuck though it. He had blood splattered down his cheek and a huge sadistic grin spread across his face stretching between his seemingly luminous eyes.. Alfred had never seen Arthur like this. It shocked him, and he didn't know why, but it also excited him. Alfred's face turned bright red as he realized what just went through his head. "That's gross! I would never think that way about Arthur!... Would I?" he wondered.

Alfred stared down at the picture and noticed that there were two in the box. "Maybe he won't notice?" Alfred peeked over at Arthur to make sure he wasn't looking before hiding the picture under his jacket. He picked up the other one and wiped the surface of the glass with his finger. "What's that?" asked a voice came from behind him.

He jolted his head up and Arthur was sat watching him. Had he seen him?

"Umm.. it's just an old picture." Alfred held it up so Arthur could see it, just as he was taking a sip of his tea. He spat it out and all most choked on it. His face had turned bright red

"Where did you get that!?" He looked shocked and was shaky and he put his drink down.

"Umm...it was just in the box..." Alfred muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Arthur tried to calm himself and regain his composure "I swore none of that stuff was in there..." Arthur mumbled to himself.

"Where did you get it?" Arthur was snapped out of his thoughts "Huh...?" "Where did you get it? It looks cool!" Alfred said.

Arthur gulped. "I can't remember.", he said hurriedly. Alfred didn't believe him, though, and he really wanted to know. "You're lying!", Alfred accused.

"what!? That's preposterous!" Arthur was shocked. He didn't expect him to answer him back like that. "You're lying! Arthur… just tell me. Where did it come from?" Arthur shook his head. "I told you I don't remember!" "You must, where did it come from Arthur? Tell me!" Alfred whined. Arthur glared at him, he couldn't tell him, surely that would change everything, What was it he waas looking for?.."Look, it doesn't matter anyway. It has nothing to do with you!" Alfred pouted and looked down at the boxes before looking angrily back up at him. "And I suppose our toy soldiers have nothing to do with me either?"

Arthur's eyes opened wide and he stood up. Alfred did as well, and glared at him. "Yeah, I know about the soldiers… " Alfred said. He gulped and kept going, "Why did you keep them?"

Arthur's face probley couldn't get any redder at the moment. He squeezed his eyes shut and pointed to the door "Get out!" he roared. Alfred's glare turned into a sad look "But... Arthur–" "I said get out!"

Alfred did as he said and walked towards the door. Arthur heard a slam and walked over to the window where he saw Alfred walking down the drive way, his jacket over his head to shield him from the rain.

Arthur breathed heavily and soon a tear managed to run from his eye. He walked over to the boxes and picked up one of the toys before slinging himself back on to the sofa. He felt bad for yelling at him like that, but why did Alfred have to push him so much? He tried to hold them back, but soon tears were streaming down his face. He held the little toy figure and squashed his face into one of the pillows.

It was planned for Alfred to stay at Arthurs for the night as they had a meeting the next day, but Alfred couldn't go back. He didn't know if Arthur would still be angry or not so he spent the night in a hotel instead.

He walked into his hotel room and just flopped back onto the bed. Then he remembered something. He still had Arthur's photo! He pulled it out of his jacket and went to the bathroom to clean it properly.

As he sat back down on the bed he realized there was someone else in the picture. At a closer look, he could see it was Antoniel or Antonio or whatever. Alfred wasn't sure what his name was, he only ever saw him at meetings and everyone calls each other by their country names at meetings. It was Spain, he knew at least.

Anyway, his name aside he didn't look very happy. He looked closer as he noticed the chain around his neck. "What did Arthur do to him?", he wondered aloud. Alfred had so many questions, but he figured he would just have to wait until tomorrow at the meeting to get any answers and to apologise. Would Arthur still be mad at him?