"England…you used to be so strong…"

"The meeting is over already?" After another fight in the meeting room, involving himself and Arthur, Alfred was left confused and left with the remaining of the G8 members.

"I'm not going to continue it!" Arthur yelled while exiting the large room.

"H-he stomped off in a scary matter!" Feliciano said, frighten at the display of yelling that was just shown.

"What made him so angry?" Honda said with a shocked Japanese face. Right then, all faces turned to Alfred.

"I didn't do anything wrong! All I said is that his cooking was horrible and he should stop playing with his imaginary friends and open a cook book!" Alfred said, thinking he was innocent.

"You are such a jerk to Arthur! He took care of you! You stupid glutton!" Canada quietly yelled, but no one acknowledged him as usual…

"Hmpt. You put a lot of hate into his soul you know…" Francis began.

"Franc-."

Francis interrupted Alfred and continued. "…Why can't you guys stop fighting and make up? You guys have been fight since the Revolutionary War! Now you need to have more love and self-confidence! More courage!"

"What exactly are you saying?" Alfred had a more confused face on him.

"Francis may be saying something." Honda stepped in. "Maybe you need to finally make up with Arthur. Stop all the fights."

"I-I don't know if I can…. Not with all the history we have… all the memories that keep us fighting." Alfred stood up from the chair and walked out of the tense room.

Alfred sighed and loosed his tie when he finally got back home. All the stress continued to grow in his mind and body. "Why? Why is such an idiot?" He sighed again, thinking about Arthur. "Getting worked up about some little thing… Is he really that sensitive?" Alfred wiped his face out of confusion. He put down all of his stuff from the meeting on his bed in the bedroom and walked into the hallway.

"Ah, Mr. Alfred. Back from the meeting so soon?" Toris said with a warm smile when he entered the hallway.

"Hm? Oh. Hey Toris. It's nothing." Alfred had the same depressed and confused look on him.

"I-Is something wrong? You seem depressed…"

"P-Please don't mention it."

"Ah! I'm sorry." Toris did not want to bother Alfred and annoy him, but he cared for him. He didn't want to see him so depressed. They both continued to walk till they reached outside. They sat down on the bench they always did to have morning tea. While the evening sun started to set, Alfred finally spoke up.

"I'm sorry about not talking…"

"You probably just have something heavy on your shoulders…" Toris stood up and wiped his apron. "…Should I make some tea for your troubles?"

"Yes please. Thank you." Alfred replied and followed him inside. He started heading back to his room when he stopped in front of one of the doors in the hallway. He thought for a second… And continued to walk to his room.

"Damn Arthur. Why do you stay in my head after that one fight? Damn it" He fell on his bed and took of his glasses. He turned to his side and accidentally fell asleep, forgetting about the tea that was being prepared for him.

"Arthur! Arthur! Do you really have to leave!"

"Hm? Alfred? You don't have to cling on my leg, little one. I'm sorry. I have work back at home."

"B-But… But I need you. I can't stay here by myself!"

"Alfred! Don't cry! Don't worry… I will always be with you. Just send me a letter and I will try to be there."

"P-promise?"

"I…I promise…"

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