A.N:

Whoops short chapter because i wanted to get this part out as soon as possible.

I hope you enjoy!

"Hey, Artie!" Alfred forced himself out of his happy thoughts and greeted his floating friend who was facing away from him, probably trying to fix something by the looks of it? He could only see Arthur's back, it was covered with a red check shirt that he always insisted on wearing. Alfred wasnt complaining though, he thought it looked good on the pale brit. Arthur was also in his black jeans that suit him oh so well (in Alfred's opinion, of course.) and he was also floating a bit off the floor as he always was.

"So Alfred," Arthur began as he turned around and Alfred was taken from his thoughts to look at Arthur's face. He looked nice. "I found this while i was-" Arthur had turned around and started talking but stopped mid sentence to drop the item he was holding and for his mouth to fall open slightly as he stared at Alfred. Was something wrong? Was something behind him? Alfred turned around quickly and scanned the area behind him. No, there was nothing there.

"Gah-!" The american jolted back as when he had turned around, Arthur was right in front of him. So close that he could feel him breathing. He had fallen backwards and onto his behind as he stared up at his floating friend. Said floating friend kneeled down next to him and started tugging on his purple robe- Purple robe? Didnt he put on his jumper earlier?

Alfred looked down at the fabric to see that, no, he hadnt put on his jumper but had instead pulled on his royal purple robe without noticing. Had he seriously not noticed? Maybe that was why it felt so heavy earlier.

"What is this? It looks like it belongs to some kind of.." Arthur rubbed the fabric between his fingers before he smirked. "..It looks like it belongs to a pretty princess." Arthur laughed and continued to tug at the robe, his knees no longer touching the green grass as he was floating once again. The Brit moved behind his friend to go under the rest of Alfreds robe and to pull it around is kneck as if it was pinned there.

"I am now the king of this land!" Arthur said loudly and proudly but he was obviously joking. Alfred forgot the panic that was making his heart race for a few moments and unpinned his robe so Arthur could use it better. He turned around, legs crossed and watched his friend who was still messing with his robe in the air. He looked so happy. Whenever Arthur did smile, it was usually a smug one but this one was genuine and actually... happy.

Alfred was about to ask Arthur if he was having fun but got inturrupted instead. "So where did you find this? Its so comfortable and obviously very well looked after!" Arthur said as he now sat on the floor like alfred, legs crossed, the robe still heavy on his small shoulders. Arthur was smaller and slightly shorter than other boys he knew, he always looked so frail too- no Alfred. You cant do this again. Just answer him.

Tell the truth.

I cant.

I have to.

"Its mine." Alfred told him. Arthur had a look of shock spread across his face before he laughed once again. A sort of 'I dont believe you' laugh. "Oh really, now? C'mon Alfred, tell me the truth. Where did you find this?" Arthur shuffled closer. Too close. Too close. "Did you steal it from the candy kingdom?" The Brit whispered.

Alfred could feel his heart race once again. How could he know it was from the Candy Kingdom? "There's a small sweet on top of the pin, its obviously from the Candy Kingdom," Arthur said as if he had read Alfred's mind. Or maybe Alfred had said his words outloud. "I.. Its mine. Like i said. It belongs to me." The sunny blond said proudly. He didnt feel scared anymore. He just wanted to let it all out.

The smile fell from Arthur's face and he sat back on his legs. He looked shocked. "You're not kidding, are you.." Arthur asked, but it didnt sound like a question he wanted answered. A rhetorical question. There were lots of those nowadays.

"Yeah, it is mine." The American began as he stood up. "And so is the kingdom."

Alfred held out his hand and Arthur took it. He stood up straight, still holding his best friend's hand. Arthurs hand was cold but soft. Perfect.

"Want me to show you around my kingdom, Arthur?"