This is written in Alfred's POV. You'll get to see why Alfred wasn't there when Arthur searched.

"I'll show you! I can be in a room without you and I won't be scared!" Alfred had said, running through the doorway of the maze to the next adjacent room before Arthur. Alfred wouldn't have his pride and ego lowered, just because the Halloween props were a little scary. He looked around, shying away from most of the props. "I-If I just look at them one at a time and closely, then maybe I'll be able to see that they look fake, or something." He crouched down to one of the props, studying it closely. "I-I think I can see the paint lines. This isn't so scary." He mumbled to himself. He heard something behind him, and he only assumed it was the Briton who had made fun of his fear.

"Iggy?!" he cried, feeling someone pull him back into the shadows behind the frightening decor. Whomever if was pulling Alfred covered his mouth after the cry, not wanting Alfred to yell out anymore. Alfred's immediate thought was this person was someone who planned on hurting him, but when he turned to face the person who had grabbed him, he found it was a small girl, her expression completely frightened. Before Alfred had a chance to even ask who she was, the young girl pulled Alfred harshly, guiding him behind props and soon outside of the maze into the blinding lights of the Carnival.

"Hey! Why'd ya pull me out of there?" Alfred asked, wanting answers for the little girl's behavior. The girl responded with tears, thinking she did something bad. "H-Hey. Wait! Don't cry!" He crouched to her level. "What's wrong?" he asked the girl softly. She wiped her eyes with her tiny hands, but she continued to sob. "I-I'm l-lost and I-I can't f-find m-my m-m-mommy!" she managed through her sobs. "Shh. It's okay. I'll help you find your mommy." Alfred said soothingly, rubbing the child's back. "R-Really?" "Yeah! Where'd you last see your mom? Maybe we can find her like that. And if not, then we can ask people if they've seen her, right?" Alfred said cheerily, trying to brighten up the girl's mood, even in this predicament. "I-I last saw h-her a-at t-the c-cotton candy m-machine. W-We were s-supposed to g-go in t-the mansion, b-but when I t-t-turned around, s-she wasn't there!" Alfred gave the girl a small smile. "We'll find her. Let's go see what the cotton candy man has to say."

Alfred grabbed the young girl's hand, leading her to the cotton candy booth. "Hey. Sorry to bug ya, but have you seen which way this little girl's mom went? I'm guessing that she looks like her mom at least." Alfred told the cotton candy man, a bit embarrassed that he didn't ask the girl what her mother looked like, or who she was. "Umm. I think she went that way. I can send out an intercom message, if you want." The cotton candy man offered. "Please? That'd be great if you could do that! Can ya tell the mother to meet us at the cotton candy booth?" "I just need her first name and age. We'll ask for the last name and the mother's identity as a way of making sure the mother is the right person." "My name's Katie and I'm 6." Katie held up 6 fingers, as if to prove her point that she was that age. The cotton candy man nodded. "Wait here" he said, going off to another booth that had the intercom with it. "Will Katie's mother please come to the cotton candy booth? The 6 year old is waiting for you" boomed the voice from the intercom.

It didn't take long until a woman was rushing from the crowd to the cotton candy booth. "Mommy!" Katie called, letting go of Alfred's hand and into the arms of her mother. "Oh Katie I was so worried. Don't go off like that again, alright? Oh I was so scared someone took you." The mother said, hugging her child tightly. She thanked both Alfred and the cotton candy man, to which the both said it was no problem. The cotton candy man did need to see her identification, just for procedure, and while that happened, Alfred waved goodbye to the little girl. "Better get back to Artie." He said to himself, at first going to the entrance, but realizing that was already closed. "I guess I should meet him at the exit then. He's probably waiting for me to come out, thinkin' I'm still in there or something." Alfred said to himself. He didn't see Arthur outside the maze… strange. It wasn't too long before someone who had been running bumped into him.

"Woah. Careful dude. What happened?" he asked. Arthur usually didn't run out of mazes like this. "What happened? You called out my name and I couldn't find you! I called out your name and you never responded! I was completely worried!" Arthur had clenched his fists and hit Alfred's chest, but Alfred noticed it wasn't very hard. It was more of a reprimanding hit. "I was so scared… I though… someone had taken you…" Arthur said, and it was then Alfred realized the other was crying. The American wrapped his arms around the crying Brit, trying to soothe him and just hold him close. After seeing the mother hold her child so tightly and how frantically she came through the crowd, Alfred realized Arthur might be in the same state as that woman. "I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be so worried. I promise it won't happen again." He started to rub the Englishman's back, not wanting the other to cry anymore. "Let's go home, and I'll tell you what happened, kay?" At this, Arthur nodded and wiped his tears away. Alfred smiled and draped an arm on the Englishman's shoulder, leading him back to the car.

He started the story of what happened to him, making it seem more like an awesome adventure, rather than some common occurrence, but getting his point across in the end. He smiled wider as Arthur smiled, finishing the story as they got home. That night, Arthur asked Alfred to sleep in the same bed as him, to which Alfred complied easily with Alfred felt Arthur hold his arm and fall asleep quickly, and Alfred couldn't hide the smile on his face as he dozed off to dreamland as well.