"Around here, however, we don't look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we're curious...and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths"—Walt Disney

It has been almost two weeks since England and America have had their confrontation on the fourth of January. During their time together, they avoided anything that could relate back to Walt Disney in general and it seems like America is feeling better. Though most of the credit for America's progress goes to Britain as he suggested various things to do to keep America's mind occupied. The one that really brightened the American's spirit was when Arthur persuaded him to go out ice skating at a local rink.

The Yank watched with amusement at England's continuous failed attempts to stand on the ice on his own accord without slipping. Alfred at one time interjected and offered his brother help, but the Briton's stubborn pride rejected it…and boy America was glad that his help was not taken or else he would have never noticed the priceless facial features the Englishman makes trying to balance.

Getting frustrated at both his failures and his brother's now wheezing laughter, England threatened the Superpower that if he did not stop "cackling like a bloody hyena high on laughing gas", he would personally choke the living life out of him. To which the American responds,

"Yeah, well that's all fine and dandy bro. If you can reach me, that is." America's mock finally drove England's to abandon trying to skate correctly in order to fulfill his threat. Using the railings near him to get closer to his little brother, he mused darkly, 'Oh, just you wait you little twat'. Just when the Englishman was almost within arm's length of reaching him, America just skated backwards away from the Briton. Continuously laughing through the older nation's screeching about how he should come back and face him like a real man.

Seeing the American's old spirit again ensured Britain's confidence that he does not need to worry about his brother's state once he has to leave back home pretty soon. However, there is one thing that the British man is still a bit confused on: Alfred's remark on how Walt made him feel like a kid again. What does the lad have to really complain about? He has had a good childhood. England wanted America to clarify that statement a bit more but he would not dare do so right now. Perhaps later on in the future if he remembers.

It is exactly ten-twenty three in the morning and England is sitting, with a newspaper in hand, waiting for his brother's return after going to answer the phone. Judging by how long the call is taking, it might be the President wanting to go over something important with the lad. Speaking of government, England's own government was not very pleased that their nation extended his visit for another few days. In regard to that, England could care less about what they think of his actions. Besides, he will make up for the time he has been gone anyways. It is not like anything major has happened back at home that would have required his presence. He only has three days left to be with America and nothing is going to get in his way in letting Alfred be happy during this time—at least not on his watch!

England picked up on the clicking of a door opening and then closing. Following immediately afterwards is the sound of dragging feet heading his way.

"For goodness sake's America, would you please walk properly." Britain harshly barked out his orders. America ignored his brother's statement and plopped himself right next to the Englishman.

"So that was Mattie on the phone and, well, I apologized to him about my shitty-ass treatment towards him when he visited me."

"Splendid, splendid…did he accept your apology then?" England flipped over to the next page of The New York Times and kept on half-heartily listening to the American.

"Yeah, he did." America swallowed before continuing on, "But then he asked me if I was feelin' all right." England's eyes may have stopped scanning the words on the page but he did not look up. "I told him I was but then he added in if I was really sure. This made me think, Artie. I began wondering if that was truly the case…and I quickly realized that it wasn't. I am still fucking miserable over losing Uncle Walt and I probably won't ever really get over it soon either. He is one of the few humans in my life who felt like family. Also, he had his funeral a while ago and yet instead of being there to attend, what have I been doing? I have been trying to ignore it and that's not fucking right. I was at least present on the past funerals of people who were close to me and Walt is no different. Besides, I will just eventually come across something that will remind me of him anyways so I came to tell you that I plan to fly to California later today and visit his grave."

During the time America was telling his story and plans, England was sweating frantically—despite trying his best to remain calm. He really did not want to go through the possible ordeal of dealing with an upset America all over again. He is done with it and was making such excellent progress in uplifting the American's mood! How much longer does this need to go on!? He can't possibly extend his stay any longer. The Queen have his head for sure if he did so and he has a meeting with Greece coming up. What America said next though stopped Britain's rattling.

"I was wondering though bro, if it's okay for you to come along? You don't have to though!" America quickly added in, "But, uh, it would be great to have someone to tag along with me, ya know? Like that would totally be cool of you to do that and all but if you don't want to because—" before Alfred could go on blabbering away, Arthur politely cut him off.

"Of course I will come, Alfred."

"Well, here we are!" exclaimed the American. Both nations exited the vehicle that they were in and made their way into the Forrest Lawn Memorial Park cemetery until they came across a statue of George Washington. The park itself is rather nice and is located on the outskirts of the city of Los Angeles. Despite not being that close to the city of angels, Britain could still faintly smell the weird mix of chlorine and sweat in the air. To the very least, it is a nice and sunny day out today. To be frank, England expected that Mr. Disney to be buried somewhere else like in a restricted private mausoleum, his studio, or even at Disneyland. It came to a surprise to him that Mr. Disney would be buried here.

Heading past the statue and getting closer to "The Freedom Mausoleum" building, America came to a halt and turned around to look at his former caretaker.

"Yo, Artie, do you mind waiting here and letting me do this alone? I want to spend some one-on-one time with him."

"Er, sure thing lad." England responded back a bit surprised. After nodding and smiling at England's agreement, America continued on walking ahead while England was left there still wondering if he made a good or bad decision. But it was too late now. Guess all he can do now is explore the rest of the cemetery and see the name of the people that are buried here. Perhaps find any that he can recognize.

America knew exactly where he is going. Shortly before he left Washington D.C., he quickly researched where Walt was at and mentally marked the exact burial site in his brain for good measure. As he drew closer and closer to the gravesite, America's heart started to tighten up. He actually did not originally intend to ask England to let him visit Uncle Walt alone; but when he got here, he changed his mind at the last minute when he felt like he had to do this by himself. It's better that way. Still, he is glad that his brother came along with him to California regardless.

Finding Walt's grave could not have been any easier since the number of bouquets and Disney characters that over flooded his grave site is a dead giveaway. After passing through a small iron gate and stepping into the small garden patch, he took some time examining the various items that were left here as tribute. When he was done with that, he made his way towards a bronze plaque that held the name, "Walter Elias Disney". Breathing in and out to work up his courage, it took America some time to find his voice and start talking to the plaque.

"Hey there Uncle…nice to see you again." He took a quick pause. "Sorry for not showing up at your funeral and all—No, that's not right." Alfred stopped himself not only to come up with a better thing to say, but to regroup himself as well. When he was sure he can articulate himself better, he cleared his throat and continued on talking.

"Um, I'm sorry for not coming. The day your funeral was held I mean. I really wanted to be there but…" Alfred trailed off and he was, once more, struggling with his words. In addition, the tears that were forming in his eyes were not helping either and they were starting to blur his vision. Damn, why is this so hard for him to do? This all should be easy for him to do! How many times has he done stuff like this before?

Feeling the tears becoming stronger, America tried to not blink and kept his eyes wide open in the hopes that that trick will miraculously dry them up. 'Don't you dare come out. You fuckers stay in there, do you understand me? Don't even think about—No! What are you doing? Stop it! I said stay in there!' Despite his commands, the tears would not listen to the Superpower and they started falling down on the side of his face.

"God fucking dammit!" Alfred cursed out as he took his glasses off to wipe away the tears that were flooding out of him. It was then that something inside of Alfred snapped as he, all of a sudden, looked backed up at the plaque and then started shouting,

"Look, I'm sorry okay!? I'm so fucking sorry for not attending your funeral! I was just so upset when you died that I didn't even bothering coming when I should have! There was no excuse for me to wimp out like that when you meant so much to me! I tried forgetting about you..." Alfred started shifting his volume down "and that was wrong. That was just so…wrong…" he softly said the last few words before giving up trying to fight his tears back.

He wanted to say more, but he was having such a hard time breathing to be able do so. When he finally stopped crying and was able to relax his throat muscles, Alfred started opening his mouth to continue on speaking what is on his mind, but quickly closed it when he was no longer in the mood to talk anymore. He, instead, sat down in the cool green grass; took a very deep breath; and looked up at the blue, somewhat cloudy, sky to let his mind wonder about aimlessly.

Unknowingly to America, England watched part of the scene unfold from afar. He heard the lad shouting while checking the gravestone of Errol Flynn and came rushing back to see what all the commotion was about. When he saw Alfred sitting down on the ground looking upset, England started walking towards him. A voice somewhere in his head stopped him immediately to remind him of the promise he made to the American. 'If America wants your company,' his reasons rationalized to the Englishman, 'then let him approach you. Right now, this is something he has to deal with all on his own'. Not wanting the Yank to spot him, Arthur slunked away to hang out with the Washington statue. There, he could be not too far away from the young nation but keep out of his field of vision at the same time.

When America was finally able to calm down, shame yet relief swelled within him. He felt good for finally being able to let his entire pint up emotions go in such a way. After Walt's death and before England's arrival, America spent his time doing nothing productive. He just went very numb. Not to say this wasn't the first time he reacted like this, and this won't be his last, but he preferred to let his emotions out instead since he felt better immediately afterwards. Now that he feels better, America got up and wiped away the dirt on his pants.

"Sorry for the display there Uncle Walt. I didn't mean to come here just for you to see how much of a train wreck I am in..." He lightly chuckled a bit as an afterthought and placed his glasses back on, "Though something tells me that you would have not really minded. I really do miss ya. I wish you could have lived longer to create and fulfill more dreams that you had in store for the rest of the world. Guess that's just not meant to be, hm?" America paused for a few seconds as though the dead man was going to respond back.

"Well, I want to say thank you. I am glad for the time that you were here and made me feel like a kid again. I just grew up so fast and because I looked older, I was expected to act like a proper adult." He frowned as memories flooded back, "I hated every second of parading around being someone I wasn't...It wasn't till later did I realize that I shouldn't care and eventually dropped part of the act. I knew the consequences by doing so and sometimes, I still get paranoid for how people view me…but in the end, I kind of don't care. When you came along though, you didn't just push animation on a whole new level, but you helped adults see that they can enjoy something 'for kids'. That it's okay to let your inner child come out. You grabbed our emotions and satisfied them...and that's really why you're considered family to me and so many others around the world."

For some reason or another, Walt's first film that caught the world by storm popped into Alfred's mind. It seemed like only yesterday when America first heard the news on Walt's daring project to make a feature length animated film. He was beyond excited to say the least, but he was also unsure of it at the same time. Sure "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" isn't the first animated feature ever made, but that field was still very much unexplored with back then. Making that movie was risky for Walt and America could not even imagine how crushed Walt would have felt if it failed.

Luckily, it was a big success and America was sure that Walt was probably laughing at the people who thought that audiences would not sit through to watch a feature length "cartoon". He recalled stepping out of the Carthay Circle Theater, fully blown away from what he just saw. Now that he thinks about it, he could not believe how well he held back from letting all his emotions burst out within him…oh who is he kidding? He was ecstatic! What can he say, the last minutes of the film was just one big roller coaster ride full of emotions.

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When America spotted Walt Disney waving and shaking hands with the people that attended the first screening, he approached the man and his family despite feeling jittery. Hopefully he won't make a fool out of himself in the process...

"Mr. Walt Disney." America nervously spoke out. Walt turned his head around and looked at the young man that stood before him. With a sheepish smile, America offered his hand as he waited for Walt to gesture back, "I'm Alfred F. Jones and I just want to say congratulations! You have really outdone yourself this time!"

Walt looked at the mysterious young blond-haired man before him. There was something about him that made Walt believe that this was not a regular admirer, though not in a bad way. But he quickly disregarded it and enthusiastically shook Alfred's hands as he thanked him for being able to enjoy his movie and for the compliment.

Alfred couldn't believe it, he was shaking hands with the Walt Disney. For a split second, he thought that he is in a dream and that he is going to wake up very soon. Finding his voice, America spoke out,

"Gee-wiz, it's such a pleasure finally meeting you Mr. Walt! I mean, I guess you can call me a big fan of your work ever since Oswald. And the shorts that you do are fantastic! I try to watch them every chance that I get when I'm not busy. When I heard you were doing a full length animated picture, I was wishing with all my heart that it would be great and dreamed for it to be a hit. Guess my wish came true….Er, well I think I rambled on too long, huh?"

Looking around at the monstrous amount of paparazzi that is huddled together around him, Walt completely forgot about where he was at. He was starting to get invested into hearing Alfred's passion for his work and his admiration for him that made Walt feel good that he is fulfilling one of his goals to make people happy.

"No, I guess not. Have to deal with the vultures here. But I'll be fine." Walt lightly chuckled. "Well, thank you Alfred for wishing Snow White to be a success. Without that, who knows what would have happened."

"Haha, well all the credit goes to you and your team. I was just the cheerleader." A tap to the shoulder caught America's attention when his secret security guard came up to inform the nation that a car is waiting for him. America told him that he'll be there shortly and went back to conversing with Walt Disney. "Welp, keep on surprising America, Mr. Disney. You are doing a fantastic job so far so keep that record going strong!" America added in while he winked and gave a thumbs up to the man. Walt's smile widened further, pleased to hear the support from the young man.

"Oh well thank you, but I don't plan to please America." Alfred's smile faltered a bit, puzzled at Walt's statement, "I plan to keep on pleasing and surprising the millions of people, young and old alike, from all around the world." America gave his signature thousand dollar watt smile at Walt's desire and wished the man the best of luck. As he turned around to leave, Walt yelled out,

"Oh, Alfred, next time we meet you gotta call me Walt from now on!"

"Will do, Walt! Will do!" America gave him a salute before disappearing into the crowd and finding the car that is waited for him to take him back to one of his many California homes.

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Reeling his brain back from the depth of his memories, America looked around to see if he could spot his brother. He has been here for a while now and he is beginning to feel bad for having Arthur wait around for him this long.

"Well, it was nice seeing ya Walt. Goodbye till next time." He stated at the plaque before turning around to leave the premise.

When America found England, the British man had his back turned towards him and is humming a song out of boredom. Getting closer, Alfred, none too gently, brought his hand down on England's shoulder and made the Brit yelp with surprise. Once the Englishman saw who it is, he nodded at the American before letting Alfred lead the way back to the entrance.

"You feeling better there, Alfred?"

"Yeah. Everything is satisfactual. I'm okay now…no need to worry about me anymore."

England furrowed his brows, unsure if that is the case. But he has to believe Alfred's word that he is now stable enough to be left alone. He'll need to remember to call Canada and ask him to keep an eye on their brother after he leaves just as a precaution.

"So, um..." The Englishman is trying to move away from the topic but he couldn't think of something really grand to say. Come on brain, work! "Glorious day today, huh?"

Alfred was about to respond back with a simple "yeah", but the wheels in his head started turning. England just set up an almost perfect opportunity and America was not going to let this one slip between his fingers. His smile turning into a big grin, America started singing in a very horrible Cockney accent.

"Right as the morning in mind!"

England looked at the Yank puzzled, questioning on where the lad is going with this and why he is making a fool out of himself.

"I feel like I could fly!" America kept going as he also started prancing around and making various gestures, "Have you ever seen the grass so green? Or a bluer sky?"

Arthur quickly caught on what Alfred is doing and he wants to very badly face palm himself before proceeding to dig a hole all the way to greet China.

"Alfred, no." he warned, but the American ignores him and keeps on going acting very childishly.

"Oh it's a jolly holiday with Arthur! Arthur makes your heart so light! When the day is grey and ordinary, Arthur makes the sun shine bright!"

"….."

Pssh, come on Iggy" Alfred nudges at his brother's side before returning back to his song, "Oh happiest is blooming all around you! The daffodils are smiling at the dove—oi, where ya goin' gov'nor?" America snickered as England started walking away from him, fuming. When he caught up with the British man, England only picked up his pace to create space between them. Wanting to push his former caretaker's buttons even further, Alfred kept on trailing right behind the Brit still singing.

"It's a jolly holiday with Arthur! No wonder that it's Arthur that we love!"

Author's Note:

I actually did not originally plan to do another chapter but I felt like I had to for two reasons. One being that I wanted to end this fanfic on a happier note b/c it's involving Disney…and when has Disney ever ended his films on a sad note? Keepin' that tradition alive! Two, my mission for this fic was to tackle the relationship between Disney and America. I lightly tackled it in the first chapter so I had to do it here, in a situation where America would express his love for Disney (in a platonic way). Yes I could have him laminate in the first chapter but not only would it have been too sappy but a bit unrealistic at that moment, imo.

Songs Used:

"Jolly Holiday" (Disney's "Mary Poppins")