The pen scratched against the table through the white sheet of parchment. A blonde stood nonchalantly as he mouthed the words that his evergreen eyes scanned over. The corners of his mouth lifted before disappearing and handed it back to the man in front of him, who also had signed the paper. The violet eyed brunette took the paper in his thumb and index finger and filed it into a folder. There wasn't a word said as they exchanged keys to their homes but every movement was held down by the dense atmosphere. The blonde was the first to saunter over to the door. He placed his left hand on the frame of door and a silver band glimmered in the light. "Dinner tonight Roderich. Seven."

Roderich looked up from his filing folder and smiled a forced smile. "Now Arthur...I insist that I cook." Arthur scoffed at the idea-he glided out the door. Roderich looked down again but not at the filing folder but at a matching ring. It was a mutual agreement more than a marriage. In the forefront of their minds they knew that their nation needed them and they came forth to settle it. Roderich needed support and Arthur was there. Vash, in the past, had always been the one to rush to his aid but in the present times it was Arthur. Too much time had passed that neither of them could remember who had brought up the idea but their relationship was never more than 'a little better than strangers.' The promised day had arrived before either of them knew it and they both signed the 'marriage papers' and were official.

An annoying little chirp rang from Roderich's watch that he kept around his neck. He lifted it up gingerly with the tips of his fingers, "se-seven?" His head tilted to the door and the glass proved its use when it showed the abrupt darkness outside. In all gracefulness he stood to his feet and trotted to the door only to stop, turn around, and wave to the owner of the shop.

Where could the time possibly gone?

Time? Seven thirty. Husband? No where in sight. Bloody hell where could the Austrian be? I slid my sleeve back and checked the time for the fiftieth time in the split second I thought I read the time wrong. Dinner that had been prepared almost an hour prior and was sitting on the table probably colder than Ivan's land. How could he be late...today of all days? We just got married. I let a long exasperated sigh and pulled out my chair before plopping down to pick at my food. I was no longer hungry but that didn't stop me from animating my anger through the vegetables. It was near impossible to get lost. The office was only a fifteen minute walk away...a straight walk. So hell I know he couldn't be lost.

Eight o' clock. Still no Roderich. The chair scratched against my wood floor and I collected the plates on my end and stomped to the kitchen. How could he do this today was all that ran through my mind and lips as I scraped the unwanted food into the trash. I couldn't even wash the dishes. I placed them quietly into the sink before heading off to the study.

Nine o'clock. I locked the door with a yawn and tried to carry myself to my room albeit I could not make it. My fingertips grazed the pillow on the couch and before I knew it my face was against the fabric and my eyes three fourths closed.

Nine Fifteen. The last thing I could remember was my watch then darkness.

"This is impossible." I huffed as I stared down the streets in London. Every house looked the same to me so how did he expect for me to remember which house was his? I eyed the key in my palm for some sort of answer. The key shrugged me off by dropping through my fingers and hitting the ground. I huffed again as I picked it up and glanced at my dangling watch. It was seven forty five. Arthur was probably worried. He's probably raging around the house cursing my name to the ceiling. The British never seemed to be patient with me.

I slid the key back into my pocket and continued walking down the British street with a bouquet of Edelweiss flowers. They grew tired in my hand and wilted slightly but I should be there soon and they can have a drink when I get there. I gripped tight onto the stems and walked faster down the dark streets. It was inevitable that Arthur would be mad even though I had brought him flowers.

Eight o' clock …...I'm still lost.

Eight fifteen and somehow I was staring at Big Ben. With this knowledge I knew I was on the wrong side of town.

Nine fifteen...I let out a breath of air before turning the third knob in the past hour. The past two were homes of other British people who have met me before although I don't remember seeing them. They've said it happened last week. I handed each one an Edelweiss and moved on-luckily they knew which house I was trying to find. The knob clanked against the lock and the door stayed closed. How could he do this today?

Then something like what Americans like to say happened-a florescent glow lit up my mind. I reached into my pocket and slid the key into the lock and twisted it. The knob gave and the door creaked open. The house was still lit up in the dining area but the rest of the house was pitch black. I sauntered over to the plate left for me on the table and gazed at it. Without sitting down, I picked up the fork and plate and ate it all...to the very last grain. In two seconds after I finished I was by the sink and the sink was then emptied. I smiled and filled the vase with fresh water and put Edelweiss in it.

Light breathing filled the air and I knew that Arthur was near by. I carried the vase to the living room and placed it down on the table next to the couch. Arthur squirmed on the couch and flipped to his side and quickly went back to quiet slumber. I moved his bangs from his eyes and groomed them behind his ear.

Ten o'clock I had locked the door behind me.

A/N: Hey guys...ahaha long time no see right? This story was inspired from my group's shenanigans. I cosplay Austria and my England cosplayer mentioned that we were like America's and Canada's parents...Like FACE but AACE. I will try to add historical facts or moments but for the most part this story is an AU. For any follower that is still hoping for an update for any of my previous stories...I'm sorry I disappeared for so long. This story right now is my guilty pleasure so I will write it as long as I can.

Hope you enjoy.

With Love,

PicturedArtist