A/n: Story went under some MAJOR, MAJOR construction. I didn't like how it began to play out, or how I wrote it. The plotline is the same, but it was altered only slightly, and I'm rewriting everything ever written on this. Even the title changed! So yes, this story was formally called Don't Forget but after realizing I had planned a story that sounded way to similar to that title, I renamed it, A Promise Once Forgotten that I feel suits the story much, much better. So, without further ado, please enjoy the new prologue of A Promise Once Forgotten!

Ever since little Arthur moved in, Alfred had taken one look and loved him. The way he talked, the way he blushed, his green eyes, and even his big eyebrows. Alfred found him absolutely adorable, and he knew, that they were going to be special.

So, he befriended the young boy quickly, practically forcing his way into the other's life. At first, little Arthur wanted nothing to do with the little American, but slowly he found himself missing his presence when he wasn't around. The boys hastily went from friends, to best friends. One almost never wanted to be without the other. It was sweet. They played together, told each other each and every worry that ever went through their small minds, they even shared deep and darks secrets they told no one else, not even their family. They made a promise one day, a promise to never, ever lie or keep a secret that's bothering them.

That's where, the tragic story of these two really begins. Arthur himself had fallen in love with his new friend. This was a secret that was bothering him, and it went against their promise. Therefore, the seven-year old had no choice but to admit it to him. There were at the swing set when he confessed.

"H…hey Alfred?"

The other boy looked over at him and smiled.

"Yes Artie?"

"I…I um…I really, really like you…" he stuttered nervously.

"Well I like you too Arthur!"

"No! I mean…I really…I love you!"

Alfred continued to smile.

"I know, I mean, I love you too!"

Arthur felt as if that was the best thing he'd ever heard. He looked over to him, but the American was already off the swing in front of the other. He held out his arms.

"I love you a lot," Alfred said sweetly.

Arthur wrapped his arms around the other boy. The two embraced.

"You're my damsel, I'm the hero. Together, we can ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after."

"Yes…we can."

"So let's get married!"

The little Brit was most certainly struck dumb by the question.

"You know, like how our moms and dads do!"

"B…but aren't we too small?"

The taller blond had a look on his face that seemed that thought had just occurred to him. But he shook it off.

"Then a promise it will be! We'll make a promise, and when we're old enough, we'll get married!" he proclaimed, and Arthur agreed.

"Promise?" he held out his pinky.

"Promise!" the other smiled, intertwining his pinky with Arthur's.

Their promise was sealed, and happy as they were, it was all about to come crashing down.

~~Nine Years Later~~

Arthur angrily, upon hearing the call from Alfred's brother Matthew, slammed his phone shut. Alfred, his Alfred, was in the hospital. Matthew wouldn't tell him why, or what happened, but he just told him to get to the hospital immediately.

The Brit quickly started his car, eager to figure just what was going on. He pulled out a little more recklessly than he'd intended, but he honestly didn't care.

Arthur parked his car and raced inside, looking for any familiar face, preferably the one of Matthew. When he couldn't find him, he demanded the front desk to tell him where Alfred was.

"Are you family?"

The question was reasonable, and it seemed as if that were his only option.

"Yes, I'm his cousin."

"If you go up the stairs, he's in the third room on the left. Best wishes."

Arthur made his way up, both angry and terrified of what he might find. Upon entry, he saw the brother pacing back and forth, looking quite nervous. His parents were not in sight.

"Matthew! Tell me what is going on this instant!" Arthur shrieked at him.

"Please…please don't make me tell you, please. Just…hope he can tell you himself," came his response.

The English boy didn't understand, and was about to argue when his parents came out of the door, looking somber and mournful. It made his heart sink. They saw Arthur and Mrs. Jones looked as if she were going to burst into tears.

"What's going on? Someone tell me!" Arthur shouted, unable to contain his suspicions of the unknown any longer.

Mr. Jones shook his head, and handed him a letter. The blond took it. It said, 'Iggy' in Alfred's best penmanship from what he could tell. Something deep in the crevices of his mind knew this was going to be rough. Tentatively, he opened the seal.

To My Dearest and Most Beloved Arthur,

If you are reading this letter, allow me to apologize before I even begin. I deeply and sincerely say I'm sorry I've passed on. I never, ever wanted you to have to be reading this, but it appears to be the inevitable. But allow me this, don't you ever think for one second I didn't love you. Every precious moment I had with you was enough to make me love you even more. I've always loved you, from the first day we met, from the first minute I laid my eyes on you. I'll miss your sweet smile, your adorable blush, and your cute accent, even your eyebrows. I think, however, what I'll regret most about being gone, is that I'll never be able to keep the promise, our promise,the one we'd planned for. It makes me ache every time I think about it because I know you were looking forward to it.

In spite of all this, my passing was of no accident. You see, I was diagnosed with a certain cancer at the age of five, the year I met you. I was scared, not knowing when I was going to die, or how long I was going to live. I prayed every night for the next day to come, wishing and wishing. And when I met you, Arthur, I began to think that was a sign to tell me that I was going to live a little longer. To be honest, I didn't even think sixteen was going to ever come. I guess, though, there's only so far I could've gone.

I don't ever want you to think any of this is your fault. Because it's not. There's no way in any form that it could've been. I never told you because I never wanted you to worry; I just wanted you to stay by my side until my last breath. You made me the happiest teen alive, and I thanked God every day I was standing beside you, holding your hand, telling you how much I loved you.

Please, please, don't cry. I can't bear it if you cry. Or if you do, please don't make it last. Cry once, and let it be done. A million tears won't bring me back. But Arthur, for me, make me once, last promise. Live life, love, and enjoy, be happy, and never, ever let go. Don't let go until you've done everything you've ever wanted. And who knows when, but someday, under some sunny sky, we'll meet again.

With All My Love, and Forever Your Hero,

Alfred F. Jones

Arthur hadn't realized it until he'd finished but tears were pouring out of his eyes and streaming down his cheeks. His heart thumped inside of his chest, from melancholy and angst. Why? Why did he have to be the one to go? His chest was ready to burst from the broad array of emotions spilling into him.

"Alfred…oh…Alfred why?" he managed. Matthew tenderly embraced him.

"I know…I know. I'm sorry…it's going to be okay…shh…"

The Brit proceeded to just let everything out, and the Canadian brother accepted it whole-heartedly, knowing that this was hard for each and every one of them. Mrs. Jones was crying into the shoulder of her husband, who was trying not to cry himself.

The funeral for Alfred F. Jones was a few days later. It wasn't a large ceremony, only a select few people came, one of which was Arthur. He'd brought a bouquet of Marigolds, for he'd always loved their sunny color. After more tears were shed, and when the end drew near, another vow was made.

"I won't forget you Alfred…"

But little did he know, his word was in vain, eight years later…

So, it's kind of the same. As I said above, this is an old story being fixed. It got on my nerves and I didn't like the way it was playing out. So, I completed it mentally. Don't worry though, this will not stop me from updating Enchanted Meetings by any means. I'll kind of juggle them around a bit.

-IchigoMelon