Hola people. So, I know I finished this but I hate cliffhangers and then I did it to you all. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, then let me explain. This is the sequel to "Between One and The Next" and if you haven't read it then you won't know what is going on. I suggest that if you haven't read the first one then go to my page and find the story I just named before reading this. Lol, I don't want you being confused so, your choice.

I stretched and looked out the window to the snow outside. I couldn't wait to see August. She had been in New York for only two months but they were a great two months. Agonizing, but great. It was December 24th, tomorrow was Christmas. I walked outside with my coat wrapped tightly around me. I strode down the walkway and knocked on the door of a small townhouse. After a moment she opened the door and smiled wide.

"Hey Alfred, what are you doing here?" she asked. August's voice was sweet and her smile made my stomach do flips.

"I just thought that maybe you'd like to go for a walk with me." She chewed her cheek in thought before nodding and allowing me entrance. I sat on the couch while she walked into her room to get dressed.

"Well, well. I see your still coming back?" I looked up. Robbi loomed over my shoulder and I gave a curt laugh.

"I'm not leaving her alone. And I haven't done anything to her so you might as well give up." The taller man grimaced before ruffling my hair. "You do know what tomorrow is, right?" he asked. Robbi and August hadn't told me yet but I wasn't gonna act stupid either.

"I do remember her nineteenth birthday."

"Alrighty, then." She walked out, zipping up her yellow fur lined vest over a light sweatshirt. She slipped on her boots and smiled at me. We left without another word to her older brother. She stayed close to me as we walked and I didn't mind one little bit. I knew August hated the cold. She was used to warmer climates.

Now that she had forgotten her entire life, things turned out different for her. She only knew French and Latin, trying to get a class at the college for Japanese. August wanted to be a traveling journalist. So, in order to do that she had to know at least four languages and learn along the way. Now I understood why she knew so many before. Her father had never been such a bastard to them as he used to but I could tell August still had some loathing towards him that she didn't talk about. Her mother had still died. It was an odd thing. I kept quiet though. I would do whatever it took to have her as mine again.

She elbowed me lightly. I looked at her and she laughed.

"You seemed so lost in thought I was sure you were somewhere else. And you are the one who asked me to walk with you." I shook my head.

"Sorry." August laughed again. She gave me one last look before running off to a bare weeping willow in the park. I trotted after her. When I got over there she was looking at the branches.

"I always would sit under these with my mother. She said they weep for the lost souls, that they grow to help the lost souls find peace. I didn't much get it myself, but I guess you don't need to get it. She would tell me all these stories about how things worked. Little fairy tales. When I was little I believed them all, especially that one. So, every time I would walk past one I'd thank it. And you can imagine the weird looks I got." We laughed and she looked at me, concentrating.

"I can't figure you out. You know so much about sometimes, and others you don't. I can actually talk to you. I don't talk to people about my mother much. So, how do you do it?" I shrugged.

"I guess I'm just so trustworthy that you just, like, know and tell me." She chuckled and nodded.

The snow swirled around us and I remembered New Year's Eve. It was the first night we kissed. When I finally got to show how I felt about August. Now I could do it all over again. I would get to be together with her.

"Wanna get something to eat?" she asked. I grinned.

"Of course!"

I woke that morning with England on my couch, asleep.

"England! It's Christmas, it's Christmas! Get you lazy ass up," I shove him off the couch and pulled the sleepy country over to the tree. Presents were stacked all around. I started making piles of whose was whose, only to find something out of place. There in the back sat a silver wrapped box with a gold bow. I looked at the tag and cocked an eyebrow.

"What?" England asked.

"It's a present for August. Arthur, did you get it?" he shook his head. Mine for her and her brother are in my room and used different wrapping." I turned it over, looking for a name other than hers, but found none.

"Well, if no one is here to claim it then you should give it to her. I don't remember you getting her one." I face palmed.

"That's what I forgot yesterday!"

We later got dressed and walked to her house. Robbi opened the door, letting us in. He glared at me as I walked into the living room. August was setting plates out on the table and placing food where it belonged. England ran over to help. I turned and Robbi was glaring at me…again.

"I'm not after your sister so will you stop looking at me like I'm some sex offender?" I snapped. He strode over and shook his head.

"How do I know you aren't going to pull something on her when I'm not around?" he was taller than me so it seemed hard to challenge him, but I was America. I knew I could kick his ass in a second. Arthur tapped me on the shoulder and motioned for us to follow him into the kitchen. He handed his present to Robbi who smiled and opened it. August came in.

They bot opened their presents. August was given a black leather sketch book with professional sketching pencils while the brute got a poster of his favorite hockey player. It reminded me that Matt would be over soon.

"Thank you so much Arthur!" August chirped. England elbowed me and I remembered.

"Here you go." I handed August the present and she neatly untied the bow.

"None for me?" Robbi remarked sarcastically.

"Oops, looks like I forgot." August opened it and a small box lay in her lap. Inside was a gold locket. She picked it up, marveling at it. The necklace looked oddly familiar… She picked it up and pried it open. My heart jolted. Inside was the picture of her mother that was in her other locket—

From when she knew me. I gulped and Arthur eyed me. He knew.

"Where did you get this?" she asked. I smiled at her, as if everything were alright.

"Dunno. I found the picture and thought it would be better if it were in a prettier casing." Smooth. She hugged me and I stuck my tongue out at her brother. He raised an eyebrow at me and I felt somewhat satisfied. A knock on the door and August left me. Damn!

"Hey Mathew! Come on in." Cockblocking Canadian…

"Merry Christmas, August." He waved at me and I waved back. "So, how was your morning, Alfred?" I smiled.

"Great." Arthur rolled his eyes at me. I looked over to August and she was taking her pills again. She still refused to tell me what she needed them for but I knew it was for her anemia. I remembered back to when I had taken her to McDonald's and she collapsed all of a sudden. It was scary for the three of us to witness that. England had started panicking while I was trying to figure out if I should call 911 or not. Lithuania had sighed and given us the directions to just take her home and help her.

"Alfred, can you help me with the food." August asked me. I nodded and walked into the kitchen with her. She pointed to the roast. "You take that and I've got the mashed potatoes. She grabbed a large bowl and set it on the table. I handled the roast easily.

Robbi walked in, eyeing me suspiciously. I stuck my tongue out and started getting other food. Canada walked in and started talking to August about Toronto and how the weather was there.

Another thing I forgot to mention, she had still moved like she did, but since things were a little different she had this thing about trying to get to Toronto. She wouldn't explain it but I knew there was something she wanted form there, yet she didn't quite know. It was in her eye, I could see it.

"America," the Canadian whispered. "What do you know so far on her memory?" I licked my lips.

"Same old same old. She doesn't remember us." Arthur motioned us over and we all sat down at the table to eat. We all laughed and talked; even Robbi stopped acting like such a prick. My eyes wandered over to August. She looked kind of sad. I chewed my cheek then leaned over without the others noticing.

"Happy Birthday, Riker." She eyed me curiously, but I acted as if I hadn't said a word. She elbowed me and continued eating her food.

"Shove it, Jones." She replied quietly. I gave a soft chuckle.

When we all finished eating I snuck into the kitchen with Robbi, helping with the cake. It was a baked Alaska that had been made last night. Robbi had reluctantly let me help. He lit the candles that said 19 and I turned off the lights.

"Wha—"

August smiled brightly when she saw the cake. Canada and England sat next to her and we sang Happy Birthday. She blew out the candles and England nudged her.

"What did you wish for?" he asked eagerly. She gave a knowing grin and put a finger to her lips.

"It's a secret. If I tell then it won't come true."

She looked up at me and it was as if she expected me to know, to understand. I didn't though, and that made me feel all the more obligated to know what her wish was.

Thank you for reading! I had to explain shit about how it is now and blah blah blabity blah.