Pale yellow sunlight spilled into the room from the early morning sun. It fell onto the floor and stretched across the bed warming Arthur beneath the covers. The light cast red patterns behind his eye lids as he sluggishly regained consciousness. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head and tensed the muscles on his body. He felt amazing. He could feel power rippling through his body and, for the first time in a long time, he felt no aching muscles. He relaxed his body but kept his eyes shut, relishing in the warmth that seemed to surround him.

He sighed in bliss and opened his eyes half way. He wanted to stay in bed longer but he knew he had to get up and face the day; it was a Monday after all. He rolled over his side to the man sleeping next to him; the American always had issues waking up in the morning. Arthur propped himself up on his elbow and reached his hand out for the others shoulder, he gave it a little shake.

"Al, it s time to get up." he said in a lazy tone. The blond in question groaned and dug his head deeper into his pillow.

"Common, wake up." normally he would want to smack the blond awake if he didn't get up at his first request, but he felt too good for that today.

Alfred suddenly flipped over and wrapped his arms around Arthur's torso, mumbling something as he buried his face into his chest. Arthur couldn't help but smile, sometimes Al can be just so cute.

"What'd you say?" he asked with amusement in his tone.

"Fiv mo min, plz" Alfred mumbled a bit louder. Arthur laughed, and then he wrapped his own arms around Alfred's head and shoulder and snuggled back into the blankets. "I'll give you two." then he sighed and shut his eyes.

He loved these mornings the best, but he wouldn't tell Alfred that. He kept each of those mornings tucked away in a special place in his head so that on really crappy days he could retreat to his memories. Today was slightly different though, he felt amazing, like he could take on the whole world if he wanted to, but I m feeling rather content just where I am.

When he felt Alfred move in his arms he was just about to open his eyes when he felt soft lips press slightly against his. It was a very sweet kiss, gentle and loving. Arthur smiled against Alfred's lips.

"I'm not going to fall for that." but there was nothing but humor in his voice.

"Damn," his counterpart replied, "I was hoping I could persuade you for a couple more minutes."

Arthur hummed," nope, I think not, it's Monday." he said as he pulled away and looked at Alfred.

Then he noticed it. Alfred looked young. Well, he always looked young with his glasses off but for some reason he looked too young. Then he watched Alfred's face as it slowly took on a form of shock.

Iggy looks really young! Was all that ran through the Americans head as he stared at Arthur. There were no signs of age on the man, which albeit, there wasn't much to begin with, but still there was a remarkable change.

"Al, I thi-" Arthur started to say but was cut off by Alfred who jerked and sat up in the bed keeping a hand on Arthurs shoulder.

"Arthur! You look like a teenager!" he almost shouted.

Arthur stared at him for a moment, then said "Huh?"

"Seriously! You look like you could be seventeen or eighteen years old!"

Arthur paused again as his brain tried to process the new information. Slowly he put a hand to his face and his eyes dropped to the sheets. Then he looked up at Alfred.

"You look like you could be sixteen." was all he said.

There was silence for a very long while. They just stared at each other wondering if this was all a dream. And after a moment Alfred left the bed and wandered over to the mirror on the wall across the room. It was true; it was him staring back at himself only ten odd years or so younger.

"Wow." Alfred whispered under his breath. This was amazing. It was completely awesome, he could now go out in public and do all the things his energetic mind came up with without getting a bunch of strange looks. He then realized that he also wasn't going to work that day.

Arthur wanted to go look in the mirror as well. But that would mean getting out of the bed, which was at this curious time, his only grasp at reality. There was no natural way this could be happening; it had to be a dream. And somehow he felt that if he did leave the safety of their overstuffed comforter and tread barefooted across the hardwood floor, the dream would become a reality.

"Iggy come check this out!" Alfred's excited voice filled Arthurs head and he looked up at the man... boy. Alfred was looking at him with a sense of wonder that filled his eyes and a smile spread across his face.

Arthur's hands gripped the comforter as. He debated whether or not to get up then he slowly moved the blanket off of him and placed his feet over the side onto the cold wood floor.

He walked slowly to where Alfred stood with a cheeky and excited grin on his face. When he reached the mirror, Arthur placed his hand on the cool glass, the reflection of an Arthur that had long since past copied the action.

This can't be right. He racked his brain for what could have happened yesterday that would have caused these epic changes. Ever so slowly, mostly because he just woke up and found himself years younger, he started to remember the young taste of the wine. Then it clicked. The possibility of what might have happened.

"Alfred." he said in a quivering voice.

"Yeah?" the still taller blond responded while looking at himself in the mirror.

"I need you to buy two plane tickets to London immediately."

"Okay." but he remained by Arthurs side at the mirror.

"NOW!" Arthur shouted.

Alfred felt an instinct take over, one that only happened when Arthur wanted to kill him, so he bolted for the computer downstairs leaving the steaming Brit in the bedroom.

FRANCIS!

Hello folks, sorry this chapter is so short and it took me so long to update! But I've been really busy with my school work! But no worry's, school is almost over and I'll be able to update more frequently. Thank you for reading!