Another chapter! I only had time to write it sense I wasn't at school today! I made it longer than the last two! I finally managed a chapter with over 2,000 words! A first for me I think… Enjoy!

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"Are you sure you'll be alright here by yourself?" Alfred turned to Harry with concern. "Because I can always stay…"

"Yes, Alfred… I will be just fine. You need to go to that meeting." Harry replied from his place on the couch. "You could get fired if you put it off again. I still can't believe you put it off in the first place…"

Alfred chuckled at something only he thought was funny before saying. "I needed to stay here! What if you woke up and I wasn't there! You would have probably sat there on the floor all day or something!"

Harry huffed and crossed his arms. "I would not have done any such thing!"

Alfred raised a brow. "I don't think I believe you. Besides it's rude to just leave someone who is injured in a place they don't know." After that was said, Alfred made his way to the front door. He paused on his way out. "Are you sure…?"

"YES! Just go to the meeting Alfred! You already postponed one day, you aren't doing that again."

"Okay. If you need anything my cell number is on the fridge. There are all kinds of things in the kitchen to eat too! I will check up every hour or so! Don't do anything too dangerous either!" Alfred started rambling.

"Okay Mother Hen, I got it the first time." Harry teased. "Just go before you get another angry call!"

"Hey! I'm not a mother hen!" Alfred yelled before he was pushed the rest of the way through the door. Harry smiled before shutting the door in his face. Harry sighed and leaned against the door before wincing when his wing was pushed the wrong way. Harry had only known Alfred for half a day and one night and he was already fusing about how much Harry weighed. Harry tried to tell him that he was supposed to weigh eighty pounds and that it was completely natural for elves because they have to be able to fly, but he wouldn't seem to listen.

Besides that, Harry found that he enjoyed spending time with Alfred. He was funny, and smart, though he acted more like an idiot, and he had a deep loyalty to the people he cared about. He did mention that he hadn't always been loyal though. Harry wondered what he meant, and stored it away for later. He had to figure out what Alfred's big secret was!

And sense Alfred was gone for that meeting; Harry had the perfect opportunity to snoop. Harry did set a rule for himself though. Never, under any circumstances, is he to snoop around any doors that appear to be locked for a reason. He wasn't looking to betray Alfred's trust at all.

Harry rubbed his hands together and checked out the window to make sure Alfred was definitely gone before looking around the living room. This was a good place to start. Harry walked around, glancing at various pictures around that decorated the room. He paused at one resting on the side table by the couch. He saw Alfred and another man posed together. Alfred had his arm slung carelessly around the shoulders of the other man who was shyly smiling at the camera. He was flashing the piece sign.

'This must be Alfred's brother…' He did look almost identical to Alfred. His eye color was wrong though. They looked violet. Harry smiled and moved on to a different photo. This one held a man who was scowling rather than smiling. He didn't look to happy to have his picture taken. Harry had to stare at this one. The man had huge eyebrows! It was ridiculous! Harry shook his head.

The next picture had Alfred's brother again, except this time he was standing with another man. This man had wavy hair and a permanent smirk across his face. He had some stubble on his chin.

Harry quickly became bored with the pictures until he spotted a really strange one hanging over the entertainment center. It was of President Bush.

Harry raised a brow. Just because Alfred worked for the government didn't mean he should have pictures of presidents up on the wall. What kind of position did he hold to get such a personal picture? It wasn't even something you would see on the newspaper either. Bush was smiling cheerfully at the camera, waving from his place behind his desk. It was taken in the oval office.

Harry studied the picture a little longer. This has to be something to do with the secret!

When Harry was done with that He moved on to the kitchen. He didn't find anything worth checking out in there, so he made his way upstairs. On the second floor there were at least six rooms. Harry went around seeing if they were locked and found all of them unlocked. Most of them were just guest rooms though.

An hour later, Harry still hadn't found much of anything. He growled in frustration and abandoned the room he was currently searching. He still had to search two other rooms and the third floor.

The phone started ringing when he reached the kitchen once more. Harry hesitated to answer. He wondered if it might be someone else besides Alfred.

At the third ring he risked it and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey Harry! For a second I thought you weren't gonna pick up!" Harry sighed in relief when it was Alfred. "Are you doing alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine! I was just about to find something to eat actually."

"That's good! I just got here. The drive was really long but the meeting doesn't start for another fifteen minutes so I'm good!" Alfred's voice was muffled by the sound of wind. "Sorry I'm outside right now!"

"It's alright. I'll let you get off then. Bye Alfred."

"See ya later!" The connection died and Harry put the phone back on its receiver. He wasn't really hungry so he went back into the living room. Harry sat for less than a minute before the phone rang again. Harry stomped over to the phone and snatched it up again.

"Yes?" Harry said politely.

"Uh.. Sorry to bother you. I was looking for Alfred-san. I think I might have wrong number…" The voice on the other end was slightly accented. He sounded like he was from somewhere in Asia.

"No you have the right number! I'm his… Secretary?" Harry wanted to slap himself. That was so lame! But it was the only thing he could come up with.

"Oh I see. My name is Honda Kiku. I was just calling to make sure the meeting was today. He had postponed yesterday. Is he there?"

"No, he left for the meeting a while ago. He told me he was at the building right now."

"Arigato. I am needed at the meeting then. Goodbye."

"Goodbye sir…" The line went dead again. This conversation was eye opening for Harry. So his job had something to do with international affairs? Harry didn't understand what was so secret about that.

Harry searched the house once again, this time for paper and a pencil. He decided to make a list of all his information.

Alfred worked for the Government.

He appeared to have a good relationship with the President.

He might work off some branch in International Affairs.

Harry stared angrily down at the paper. That was all he had found after an hour of searching. His mind argued that it was enough but Harry was stubborn. He wanted to know more. But he was bored with searching for anything right now. Harry looked over at the large flat screen TV in the living room. He then ran his eyes over the various movies and video games lining the shelf. Harry shrugged and made his way over.

Call of Duty: Black Ops. Harry was going to teach himself how to play out of boredom.

Two hours later, the phone rang but Harry was far to engrossed in his game to answer. The answering machine answered after the fourth ring.

"Harry? Hey the meetings over! It was called early! Are you there? This is Alfred!"

Harry never averted his eyes from the screen. He was playing in zombie mode. He was afraid if he looked away even once he would die.

Meanwhile Alfred was once again trying to call Harry. When it went to voicemail again he hung up and hurried towards his car.

"Alfred-san. Do you have a moment?" Kiku walked up to Alfred.

Alfred smiled. "Sure! What ya wanna talk about?"

"I was wondering if you could say thank you again to your secretary. I called your house earlier and he answered. I did not know you had one." Alfred's smile faltered for only a second.

"Sure! No prob! I'll be sure he gets the message!" With that Alfred got into his car and started it. He gave Kiku one last smile and wave before backing out and driving away. Kiku smiled and made his way back into the building for his things.

Alfred drove faster than he should have on his way home. He was a bit worried. He didn't want the other nations knowing about Harry. Especially England. Harry was his citizen after all.

Fifty minutes later he was back at his house. As he entered the front door, he noticed two things. One, the TV was really loud. Two, Harry was playing Black Ops.

"Gah! Stupid Zombie!" Harry clicked rapidly at the fire button. Alfred laughed at the sight, startling Harry from the game. "Alfred! Uuuh… when did you get here?"

"Just now." Alfred answered, amused. "I see you've been busy…"

Harry blushed. "There was nothing else to do!" Suddenly a loud screech erupted from the TV and Harry yelped while throwing the remote, though it didn't do much damage. On the screen, Harry's player became overrun with zombies. He had managed to get through five rounds this time. "Dang…"

Alfred laughed and made his way toward the kitchen. "Are you hungry? I'm makin Macaroni n' cheese!"

Harry pouted and abandoned his spot in front of the TV to follow Alfred. He sat at the table and waited for Alfred to finish cooking. Or he was until he actually saw Alfred cooking.

"What are you doing?" Alfred turned to Harry in surprise.

"Uh… Cooking?" Harry sighed exasperatedly.

"You don't put the Macaroni in until after the water boils…"

Alfred looked in confusion first at the water in the pan, then at the bow in his hand. "But I've always cooked it like that…"

"Honestly how have you survived? This is one of the most basic meals for someone to make!" Harry stood and tried to grab the box out of Alfred's hands but he kept them out of reach.

"I can cook fine! I make hamburgers all the time!" Alfred protested.

Harry reached as high as he could but even on his tip-toes he was nowhere near getting the box. A determined glint formed in Harry's eyes and he started to climb up, unaware that he was actually using Alfred to do so. Alfred blushed a deep red that went unnoticed by the stubborn elf. He was so embarrassed that Harry managed to get the box. Harry jumped down with a cry of triumph. "I will cook this time… You stick to Hamburgers and other greasy foods…" He still seemed completely oblivious to Alfred's flush, which Alfred managed to be thankful for. It was completely unheroic to blush anyways!

"Fine… I'll just wait then."

Dinner was quieter than usual but still enjoyable. Alfred decided that Harry would always cook once he declared that 'This food is ten times better than I ever thought it could get!' He didn't know that Harry had just followed the directions. But Harry was okay with that.

After they ate, Alfred offered to play Black Ops with Harry. Harry blushed before agreeing, only slightly miffed at the suggestion. Alfred won every time.

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Another fail ending! Bah! Anywho I have started involving the other nations! Even if it was just Kiku this time… Hope you liked it!