Man it's been so long since I've updated and for that I am so sorry. Between school and being too sick to even move, Which means missing school and having to deal with makeup work, nervous break downs and other shite I just haven't had time… So I'm hoping you can forgive me and that you like this chapter. I admit it's not my best but here ya go. Enjoy.

P.S. I didn't feel like reading over it so there are probably a lot of mistakes, sorry.

"W-what? H-how are you here!? A-are you a ghost!?" Alfred asked, voice laced with fear and shock. "No ya dumbass Yankee. I ain't no ghost." James sighed as he shifted his weight to his other foot. "T-then how are you here?" the blue eyed male was confused, so many emotions were ragging inside him, fear, shock, happiness, confusion.

"Well that's a long stor-" James didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as Alfred all but tackled him to the ground. "I missed you so much!" he shouted, his food forgotten somewhere on the sidewalk. "Get off me! Ya smell like fake meat!" Alfred pulled back with a sniffle and grinned. "You're alive! I can't believe it! How long, when, why?" the other blond was too excited to slow down with his questions, his brother was alive and well!

James sighed in irritation, this wasn't how he pictured this to go. He was hoping to scare the living daylights out of Alfred and then beat the hell out of him. So why wasn't he doing that? Why was he just standing there while the man he couldn't stand clung to him like a child who just found his mother after being lost in the mall all day?

Finally snapping out of his musings James shoved his brother away and scowled, "You ain't huggin' me no more till ya get that stench off ya!" he didn't realize exactly what he had said until it was already out of his mouth, he had basically just told Alfred it was okay to hang off of him if he didn't smell like deep fried artificial beef. What the hell was going on with him?

Alfred just laughed and slung his arm around James only to be shoved away once again. Ignoring this he grabbed onto the green eyed males arm and started to drag him away. "Where the hell are ya takin' me!?" James demanded as Alfred dragged him to some unknown destination. "To my house!" Alfred said cheerfully as he continued to pull the other male behind him.

James scowled, he really didn't like this idea, but gave in anyway and followed the other blond.

When the two males finally arrived at Alfred's apartment said blond turned and grinned at his brother. "I really did miss you Jamie." James sighed as he looked around the room. It was nicer than the place he'd been staying at that was for sure. Then again, anyplace was better than sleeping in some broken down farm house in the middle of nowhere.

"Yeah, I know. Been watchin' ya." James said, immediately regretting it the second it left his lips. "You've been what?" Alfred was stunned, James had been watching him? For how long? "Don't go lookin' at me like that Yankee" James said as he avoided looking at his brother.

"For how long?" Alfred demanded, but certainly not expecting the answer he got. "Few days after the war ended." The Rebel nation answered. James wasn't expecting what happened next, he didn't count on Alfred punching him hard in the jaw. "What the hell James!? I went through hell grieving over you and you've been alive this whole time!?" James was pissed about being hit and yelled at, he was about to retaliate until he looked up to see tears streaming down his twins face. "Al…"

"All this time… You've been alive and- Wait a second… You've been stalking me since 1865!?" A bright blush sudden crossed James' face as he stuttered for a few seconds before shouting, "Hell no! Not the whole time!" Alfred sudden started to laugh, not quite a good humored laugh, more like a disbelieving laugh mixed with anger and stress. It was kind of scary.

"I can't believe this, haha, this whole time, heheheh…" James glared at the other male, his short temper beginning to take over. "What the hell Al! Shut up!" Alfred managed to stop his laughing only to return his brothers' angry glare. "This whole time you've been watching me. You've seen everything that I've gone through and you just stood there! Did you ever think maybe I'd want to know that you were alive!? That I wanted to see my brother? To know he was okay? To tell him that I loved him!?" Alfred froze, praying that the Southern male didn't notice his slip up.

"Oh quit yer yappin, ya know ya got Arthur and Matt- wait a- what'd ya just say?" Damnit, he noticed. "N-nothing. Just that you piss me off!" Alfred shouted at the other. Thankfully James' temper took over once more and he began to shout back, completely forgetting what they were talking about. "Ya don't reckon ya piss me off too!?"

Their argument went on like that for several more hours, back and forth with no end in sight. It didn't stop until they were both suffering from the worst migraine either had every experienced.

"This is your fault." Alfred said as he plopped down with a glass of water and some aspirin. James just glared, sitting with his own glass and pills. Alfred sat there, massaging his temples and closed his eyes. What he didn't expect was to feel something soft press against his lips and when he opened his eyes he saw a pare of emerald green ones staring right back into his. "I guess I love ya too… Al."

There you go, love and stuff… Sorry I'm just not feeling up to myself right now. I hope you at least enjoyed it. Review to let me know what you think. See ya round.