Walking out of the cramped airplane into the busy lobby to pick up my luggage, I stopped in a clear hallway to do some stretching to loosen up before meeting Iggy. I instructed myself on each new stretch.

"Left leg up… Hold for three, two, one… Now switch…Stretch to the right… Hold for three, two, one… Switch now..." To loosen myself more, I shook each part of my body and prepared for a short amount of cardio. My body weight hopped on each side of my toes. I exhaled and punched the imaginary boxing bag that hung in midair from every angle.

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Yeah, I am a star~! I'm a herooo!" I yelled while punching the air. A large grin was plastered on my face, ignoring the stares and whispers of the passing people.

"… Emily, what in bloody hell are you doing?"

I turned to stare innocently at the person behind me. The shaggy blond hair male stared at me with his green windows fixed on me. His disapprove shone brightly in his eyes. He crossed his arms tightly underneath his chest. My blue eyes blinked a couple times before they glittered with excitement. Arms wrapped around his neck and my cheek pressed against his. His arms wrapped around my waist holding me close and protectively. His balance was lost causing him to fall on his butt. I could tell that he was blushing because his body heat rose dramatically with every brush of our cheeks. To add salt to the wound, I pressed my lips on his fire hot cheek, close to his lips.

"E-Emily, y-you bloody git, get the hell off me. W-We are in public, have some decency."

"D'awwe, Iggy. Why do you have to be so cold? I just was showing you some affection. Is that so wrong?"

His hands gently pushed me away but I clung on to him even tighter. The male struggling to escape my grasp was forced to on his back as I sat smiling on his lap. Arthur rubbed the side of his head as his face was exploded in a deep crimson shade. I giggled innocently, gently poking his fire red cheek.

"You British dudes always get so flustered when a female shows some interest. Stop acting like a pansy and be a man."

"H-How dare you insult me? You're still just a child! And I do act like a man you blood git!"

"HEY, I'm not that young! You're just an old dude and a prick!" I huffed crossing my arms underneath my breasts.

"Just get off me damnit!" he groaned and pushed some more. I pouted and effortlessly placed my pink lips against his crimson cheek again. He grumbled some more as his body was free to move around.

We helped each other up and gathered my luggage. I clung to his arm, causing him to become his normal flustered and grumpy self. It felt nice to know something hadn't changed. As we exited the airport, Arthur loaded my luggage into the trunk and escorted me into the passenger side. He took his place in the driver's seat and intructed me to buckle up. We pulled off into the busy highway back to his house.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know the rules. I swear, sometimes I wonder who's actually the pregnant one around here."

"Oh shut up. I'm worried for yo- Wait, WHAT?" he swerved into the wrong lane, nearly hitting a mini van. The angry old woman honked fruriously at him before flipping off Arthur and speeding off.

"Hm, must be American..." I responded with a small chuckle.

"This is no laughing matter, Emily. Are you telling me that you're pregnant? With who's child?"

I flashed an annoyed look at him. "Who's child do you think it is? It's Ludwig, you stupid blockhead!"

His body stiffened and attempted to keep his emeraled windows focused on the road. The rest of the car ride was unbelievably awkward and tense. With a sigh, I slumped into the car seat, crossed my arms, and stared out the window to day dream.

I wonder what Ludwig is doing as we speak. He's probably trying to hook up with Feliciano again. I let my mind wander. Just at the thought of their lips connected made my blood boil. But who cares? He's not my problem anymore.

"-You bloody git can you hear me?" the British dude yelled into my ear.

I turn my head towards him, batting my crystal blue windows at him. "Hm, what cha say now?"

He huffed. "I said we're here. So get out of my bloody car!"

Nodding, I unbuckled myself and stepped out. A small flock of maids and butlers came to unload my luggage from the car. I observe the home that I once called home. It seemed a bit smaller than I remember. The flowers had fully bloomed and the small tire swing was still hanging from the old tree. I smiled a bit. I guess the old geezer never had the nerve to take it down.

A hand pressed lightly against my shoulder and nudged me towards the entrance. I circled around him and grasped his arm, pulling it closer to my body. He mumbled and led me to the door.

"I swear, you're more annoying than you normally are.." Iggy complained which made me giggle in return.