Well, it turns out I had enough time to upload another chapter before dinner tonight~ I'm really glad lots of people already like this story, and I will continue to update as often as I can! Reviews are much appreciated!

~Leo Baskerville~


Arthur stared in bewilderment at the man before him. His eyes were immediately drawn to his eyes. They were like oceans; oceans that held many secrets behind them. He thought they were beautiful. He was in awe, and he certainly didn't know what to say. He knew, however, that this man was not from anywhere in the United Kingdom (his brothers accents, Scottish, Welsh, Irish, and Northern Irish, clearly helped with that), and he tried to focus on his studies of the many countries of the world to try and figure out where he could be from.

"Dude, are you okay? I said "Welcome, cutie!" ' The man beamed. Ahh. Arthur got it now. This man was American.

"Um, thank you, kind sir," Arthur said quietly, offering a small and kind smile. "I hope this question doesn't offend you in any way, but are you perhaps American?"

"Why, yes I am. What a smart kid you are, and so grown up for your age!" The American smiled, but Arthur sensed a hint of something else, something that he desperately wanted to keep hidden.

"Thank you."

"My names Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. Whats your name, cutie?" The man, Alfred, smiled.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland." Alfred's eyes widened.

"You're the little Princess, soon-to-be-Queen?!" He smiled even bigger and couldn't help but run up to Arthur and hug him tightly. Arthur's green eyes widened, almost out of his head if they weren't attached.

"Y-Yes," Arthur stuttered, nearly speechless. Alfred's grip was almost crushing. "Alfred, I can't breathe...!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Alfred apologised and let go. Arthur nodded in forgiveness, his face flushed slightly.

"Might I ask where we are?" Arthur asked.

"Little Arthur, were in my rose garden," Alfred smiled. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"It is, but, and I don't mean to sound rude, why are you here, in the woods, with a rose garden behind my home?"

Alfred just smiled at him and said, "It's a long and complicated story. Trust me when I say you wouldn't understand if I told you while you're still this young. Someday, when you grow up, I'll explain it to you."

" 'Someday when I grow up?' What does that mean, Alfred?"

"Well, you're my friend, aren't you? Won't you come back to see me?" Arthur's face flushed even more. He was his friend? He'd never had a friend before, so he wasn't sure what to say. But something about the concept of Alfred being, or wanting to be, even, his friend made his heart flutter inside his chest. He couldn't stop the smile that found it's way onto his face.

"I'm your friend? Really?" Arthur asked with excitement. Now it was Alfreds turn to stare at him with bewilderment.

"You've never had a friend before?" He sounded amazed, and not in a good way. Arthur shook his head sadly, looking down slightly.

"No, I haven't. I've never been allowed outside the Palace, and, I mean, I love my brothers dearly, but I wanted friends outside of the Palace, too."

"I understand, Artie."

"Did you...Just call me 'Artie'?" Arthur asked slowly. Alfred just smiled.

"Yeah, I thought it was cute!" Arthur's face flushed bright red.

"It's Arthur, you git!"

The two continued on like that for a long time, well into the late afternoon. They continued to talk about each other, getting to know one another better. It was perfect for the two. Arthur found out that Alfred was stuck in the rose garden and couldn't leave, and Alfred found out that each of Arthur's older brothers somehow came out a different nationality of the United Kingdom, although he couldn't wrap his mind around it.

"Don't worry, I don't understand it either," Arthur had giggled. Alfred laughed along with him. His laugh was something different that Arthur had found he loved. He smiled widely everytime Alfred laughed, even if it was at Arthur. Arthur found that he was very sad when the sky began to darken and he knew he had to be getting home. Alfred seemed sad too.

"It really sucks that you have to leave now, Arthur."

"I know, but Allistor will worry if I don't come home tonight. I'm sorry, Alfred."

"We'll see each other soon, though, right, dude?"

"Of course, you git. You're my friend, aren't you?" Alfred laughed at Arthurs words.

"Such foul language for such a young kid!" Arthur smiled.

"Yes, I lear-" He stopped mid-sentence when Alfred had leaned down and hugged him again. He felt his cheeks heat up, and he was sure that through the outfit Alfred wore, something similar to what Allistor would wear in the sense that it looked very upper class, or royal even, that Alfred could feel it too.

"I'll miss you, Arthur. I really will miss you."

"I know, Alfred. I'll miss you too."

They said their goodbyes, hugged each other for a few minutes, and then Arthur was gone. He ran through the woods, cape flying behind him as he did so. He still smelt the fresh air, and he still loved the scent, but he began to feel wierd.


When he got back within the Palace gates, he felt like he was forgetting something. He couldn't put his finger on it, and it was slightly annoying him.

"Arthur! Arthur, are you out here?" He heard his oldest brother calling for him.

"I'm coming Allistor!"

Arthur ran into the Palace, and inside he could smell the delicious smells of dinner being cooked. He realised he felt a little hungry, and smiled at the thought of food. However, no matter how good it was, he couldn't be distracted enough to figure out what he was forgetting.

"What could it be?"