Haha, chapter 3 just before Halloween, aru. Yup, I need to practice that, cause I'm being China, aru. Please Judge me later, aru.

Anyway, this is kind of a sad chapter cause of the whole scene with Arthur and Alfred in the begin, aru. I'll be explaining things at the bottom, aru.

I own nothing, aru.

"You're not a Soul." Alfred had said looking him right in the eye, clear fear lingering in them. "Bu-ha…how?"

Arthur just stared at Alfred, shaking at that silver ring that was in his beautiful blue eyes, which were in everyone's eyes it seemed. He remembered the man who had 'escorted' him to see Alfred, in reality it was just an empty room that was just primed for operation. Arthur's stomach had dropped in fear, and the pirate fight that lingered kicked in. Heck it kicked down the door and came on full force.

The back up people clearly told him they weren't going to hurt him, though their guns told him other wise. Arthur had knocked them out long enough to rip the door open, barricade it quickly and run in a search for Alfred. He looked every where for the man, before he had found him, laying on some bed. For the most part he had been unresponsive, till a sudden trail of tears ran from his eyes in the middle of Arthur's attempts to wake the young nation up and get him out of there.

Then the blue eyes opened, closing sharply, hands flying to his face before they searched. Arthur found his glasses and quickly shoved them in his hand, watching as the taller sat up and placed them on, looking around the blank room. However it wasn't like some joyful reunion if fact Alfred had just sat there and stared at him and Arthur noticed the silver ring. Now Alfred was asking if he was a Soul. What the hell was that?

"Alfred what are you talking about?" Arthur snapped in a worried sort of tone.

"You're…human. A wild human." Alfred blinked, speaking a fearful yet interested tone that was scaring Arthur out of his mind, what was Alfred talking about? "How did you get past the Seekers?"

"What the bloody hell are you saying Alfred?!" Arthur was growing more and more frustrated with him. "You're a bloody human well…and what do you mean wild?"

Alfred looked down at his hands and then back at Arthur, like he was trying to figure out what was being said to him. "My host is human." Alfred said looking at Alfred with a tilt of his head. "Who are you any way? You sound familiar."

"Arthur, Arthur Kirkland." Arthur said completely disbelieving he had to tell Alfred something like that. "Alfred, you git, you know me…what's going on?"

"I'm not Alfred." Alfred said looking at him.

"Wha-what?" Arthur stumbled on his words, watching the fear in Alfred's eyes never once disappear. "Alfred –"

"I'm not Alfred." Alfred repeated a lot more firmer then before. "I'm not Alfred. I'm not Alfred. I'm n—Alfred." The fear grew in the eyes at the last statement. "I'm Alfred!" Alfred said in a firmer voice. "My body, my hands, my feet, my head. Get out, Get Out, GET OUT!" Alfred's eyes were wide, his expression reading completely different from his words and tone. Arthur was the same way looking at him, what the hell was going on. Suddenly Alfred clasped on the bed, curling into a ball. "No…they told me this might happen…no~." Alfred cooed in a whined tone.

"Alfred?" Arthur questioned daring to get close, but Alfred was trembling, his eyes so wide with fear. "Alfred, what's wrong…what's going on? Is it another war? Alfred tell me…please." Arthur said pleading but Alfred didn't seem to hear him.

"Quickly check in there!" Some voice barked and Arthur cursed, bolting towards the nearest exit. It was a window, but it would have to do. Glancing at Alfred and then the door, did he leave by the window.

He sat bolt up right when the Seekers ripped the door opened, he hoped his fear vanished for the time being and he kept what happened a secret. If anything it seemed the Seekers forgot what they were doing when they saw him looking at them. One of them barked orders to the other, telling them to keep looking and find some Healer, Dancing Burns to be exact. It seemed however that his fear didn't vanish from his face, seeing as how the Seeker looked concerned. Seekers hardly every looked concerned, he knew that much, they could be, but they never really were. The Seeker that stayed with him was a woman, long black hair, perfectly pressed and shined, with beautiful brown eyes. She smiled warmly at him.

"You woke up…good." She saw strolling over, peering at the opened window and glared. Other then that her soft expression didn't change much. "We were worried we hit you with too much Sleep spray."

"Oh," he said uneasily.

"Was someone in here, previously with you?" The Seeker asked, motioning towards the window, he peered at it.

"Yes, a man." He said, though every fiber in his body was screaming for him to lie. "He's name was Arthur, I think." The Seeker nodded just as the name hit him. "Arthur Kirkland was his name. He kept calling me by my host name, Alfred."

"The two must know each other then." The Seeker said, before switching to a business tone. "Can you tell me anything about this Arthur Kirkland, Free Sky?"

He dug for anything, searching his head for that name, he found something, only something blocked him from only going so far, he just caught the name. Free Sky shook his head, sadly. "No, just that they knew each other."

The Seeker nodded, looking at him funny like she knew there was more, however she didn't push anything. "Did he do anything to hurt you?"

"No, he just asked a lot of questions and called me Alfred." Free Sky said, there wasn't a whole lot he did other then slap him on the cheek to wake him you. The Seeker nodded as some Healer walked in with a kind smile on his face. He had reddish hair, freckles spotting his the bridge of his nose, with large brown eyes as well.

"I see you woke up." The Healer spoke gently. "Sorry about all the excitement, Seekers tend to cause a lot of that."

"It's fine really." Free Sky said smiling back; amazingly it seemed like a natural thing for the muscles to pull back upwards.

"I take it everything is fine." The Healer said advancing towards Free Sky and silently inspecting him. "No pain?"

"Nope not one at all." Free Sky informed truthfully feeling a strange sourness looming in the back of his head. He shuttered slightly and both Seeker and Healer noticed, and the looked at him with great concern, the Healer had more then the healer.

"Is something wrong?" The Seeker asked, more like demanded though.

"It's Alfred…I think he's still present." Free Sky whispered like saying it out loud might cause some huge disorder. The Healer and Seeker exchanged glances.

"He'll disappear eventually." The Seeker assured and the Healer looked at her like he knew it was a lie, but didn't say anything seeing as how the Seeker glared at him. "Don't worry about it, just collect information."

Road-Trip was some small little car rental place, it also happened to be a place of quick shelter for Arthur, who was completely out of breath and tired. He composed himself, knowing very well he had to form some plan. So far it was just getting as far away as he could and then some how getting back to England…or back to the world outside of America. He clutched his racing heart, taking deep calming breaths and collecting himself further.

"Sir?" Some small voice shook him from his thought and Arthur whipped his head to the side to find some little brown haired boy inspecting him. The blue eyes so innocent and pure, and there was no silver ring, Arthur fought the urge to hide the kid. "Are you okay…should I tell mommy to call a Healer?"

"N-n-no!" Arthur stuttered, causing to the boy to look at him curiously.

"You're eyes are different." The boy pointed out, smiling and laughing. "Like mine." Arthur nodded in agreement that boys smile grew. "Here." The kind handed him a pair of sunglasses, causing the Englishman to look at them. "Sometimes mommy wants me to wear them but their too big, she finally bought some smaller ones for me, so you can have those."

Arthur was speechless at his struck of luck, he glanced up the heavens and gave a pray of things. Though he didn't really believe in God, there was something up there, there had to be. "Th-thank you." He said placing the glasses on, still sitting on the floor.

"Robby!" Some female voice called, and the boy looked up, before waving to Arthur and running off.

It was then that Arthur got up and headed inside the office of the small building where he was greeted by a young woman and an older man. They smiled warmly and Arthur glared behind the sunglasses. The owner of the store was the older man named Ash Breather, and his helper was Cindy. They more than happily gave him a vehicle to rent, and where more then ready to send him off. Arthur insisted he didn't need one and left with a pair of keys in his hands. Part one of his plan was getting into action…just get the hell out of there.

"Tony left, eh?" Matthew asked with a tilt of his head, to be honest I had kinda forgotten he was there. That and the fact that he knew about Tony, mostly everyone knew about Tony, but was usually out of sight when people came, so I was labeled just like Arthur, seeing things that aren't there at all. Whatever, the fact that he noticed was what got me.

"Yeah, he said Earth was getting boring or something like that." I said glancing at him. "Matthew don't look at me like that."

"Do you think he likes fighting and wars and stuff?" Matthew asked, shoving some blond hair behind his ear gently.

"I don't know, Mattie" I sighed resting my head in my hand. "All I know is he left, and that's all that matters right now. Who knows maybe he'll come back." I laughed, but it seemed like Matthew saw through it.

"Are you sure you're okay with him leaving?" Matthew asked.

"Yup…I'm perfectly okay with it." I said getting up to go get another cup of coffee.

The path he had found went black as he hit some mental wall, which was always hiding something lingering behind it. He growled snapping his eyes open and groaning when he glanced at the clock next to the bed. Two in the morning, really, he had class the next day at eight. Lazily, Free Sky's eyes drifted towards the computer, he should probably send something to the Seeker that was another person to the list.

Matthew.

Though every route he took was a quick dead end, he had found Matthew was Alfred's younger sibling…usually one to be quickly forgotten. That was what he found in an attempt to fall asleep. Arthur was simply just some one extremely close to Alfred, there was hardly anything else that wasn't closed off by a wall. Free Sky pushed himself up from his bed, which was just calling him to lie back down.

Turning the machine on, Free Sky heard it come to live, before being blinded by the light in the dark room. He opened his email screen and clicked no message. Again every fiber was screaming for him to just cancel the whole think, yet his fingers danced about the keyboard like nothing was wrong.

To: Seeker

Message title: New Information

Message: I found out a little bit more about some of the people in my host's (Alfred) previous life. He has a brother, a younger one, named Matthew. However I don't know where he is seeing as how he is easily forgotten for some reason. Still hardly anything on Arthur Kirkland though, just the same stuff I keep telling you. I had a dream with Alfred and his brother Matthew. They were talking about someone named Tony who seemed to leave Alfred…no other information further then that.

Hesitantly he pressed 'Send', watching the message disappear for the screen. There was a sudden wave of anger in the back of his had. First Arthur then Matthew. Who else you going to sell out? The voice made Free Sky jump. Fear settled in his stomach as he realized the voice was the one he had been using for the past few days. Alfred spoke to him.

Oh no! Not Mattie, aru! Of course Alfred is peeved about the whole thing, aru. And yes, Arthur can get lucking, and poor Alfred, aru. Oh and the thing where Arthur asked about another war, it was like a Civil war, aur. I think the first stages (in Hetalia) for a civil war is, some split personality, before a split person, like doopleganger and stuffz, aru. So Arthur in reality is really worried that Alfred is going to split again and it would just be bad, aru. So that's how I take the civil war stuff, I don't know about anyone else, but that's usually what I mean when I write like that, aru.

Please RxR, aru