"Y-Your storage room? Why do you want to show me this?" Arthur replied with a confused look. "Whenever I visit, you want me to stay away from this room."

"You have not visited me in years…" Alfred mumbled to himself. "I only wanted you to stay out so I wouldn't go in. it's hard for me to go in here."

"Why? Is it because there is so much junk in there, or because you are to fat now?" Arthur grinned. He seemed like he was trying to cheer himself up. Alfred growled.

"No… It's because… This room holds all of our memories…" Arthur's grin went away. His face turned to look just like Alfred's. Full of depression of their sad past together. Alfred's hand reached for the doorknob.

"W-Wait…" Arthur stopped him when he gripped the doorknob. Alfred looked at him in confusion while he bit his lip. Arthur sighed. "…Go ahead." He said, not knowing what could be in there; afraid of what could be in there. The door shot open and a bunch of dust came out. "W-What the bloody hell? When's the last time you cleaned this room?" He said coughing the dust out of his throat.

"When was the last time you came over?" Alfred replied.

"You mean the last time you cleaned it was the last time I came over?"

"Tried to. Couldn't get it finished." Once the dust rolled out and the room could be seen, Arthur was the first one to walk in.

"Y-You kept all this?" Arthur said, looking around the room in amazement.

"I-I couldn't just throw it away."

"These old solders I built for you? You still have them too? They are all worn out and scratched." He held one tightly in his hand. "I-Is that the old suit I bought for you? You never wore it?"

"I-It wasn't my style. It wasn't comfortable at all."

Arthur was still looking all around the room, noticing it was full of memories. The bad and the good. He didn't know what to think. He scrabbled around more into Alfred's dusty things…then he found the musket. The musket gun with the scratch on the side.

"Hm? T-That old gun again." Alfred peered over Arthur's shoulder. Arthur knew it was the same gun from their big fight. His face showed he knew it, and his eyes became full of tears again. Thinking back from the past he wanted desperately to forget. Alfred grabbed his shoulder, "Are you crying again?"

"I-I'm not crying…it's all this bloody dust…" Arthur didn't want to be called weak. Alfred turned Arthur around and held his head to his chest.

"I told you not to cry…" Alfred held Arthur close to him.

"W-Wanker…you never need me anymore…" Arthur couldn't stop his tears anymore. He couldn't control them.

"I'm older now… but I will always need you to be near me." Alfred hated to say this, but it was true. Arthur always there for him, ever since he was little. Even after the war, he still needed to know that he was there. Arthur held on to Alfred with his hands grabbing his back now. He's eyes and face red. "Now stop crying…" He wiped his tears, "… and show me your face." Arthur hesitated for a moment, and then looked in Alfred's eyes. Alfred slowly got closer to Arthur's face (like before). Arthur could feel his breath near his, and his face turned red. His mind turned into a daze, and his eyes were lock on Alfred's. Without another breath to be made, Alfred moved quickly after the pause, and their lips met.

Arthur's eyes widen, amazed and embarrassed that he actually did it this time. Then his eyes slowly closed, not thinking about whether to kill Alfred later. Arthur didn't know how to feel. He felt like he should cry again, but instead he held it in, wanting to feel this moment. Slowly, Alfred moved away. "A-Alfred?" Arthur looked at him with the most innocent eyes.

Alfred looked at him and blushed. "D-Don't make that face…" Alfred took Arthur's hand and looked to the door. Both their eyes widen, for they left the door wide open, not knowing Toris came home earlier. "T-Toris?"

"Ah! I'm sorry for interrupting! Didn't know you two were lovers!" Toris replied, walking away with his usual warm smile, acting like he didn't see anything.

Mad, Arthur's innocent face went away. "We're not lovers!" He yelled as loud as he could. Arthur chased after Toris trying to come up with an excuse.

Alfred sighed with a sweat drop. "Ignoring what just happened…Brat!"