~Alfred~

I was out in the beach again; it seems that's what I do most of the time now. Matthew was at his house taking care of some business, he probably told me what was he going to do, but I was too distracted to pay attention. The day was beautiful, summer had just started and families were slowly filling the beaches up with talks and laughter and family atmosphere of course. I ran a hand through my hair and looked out to the see in the direction I knew he was longing for him to appear or at least to get a glimpse of his face... but that was impossible. "God Alfred you decided this now suck it up and face it, you won't be seeing Europe again" I told himself and nodded, part of me could accept that, but the other part, the part who longed to go back there; could not accepted and knew all too well that the other part couldn't accept it either. I sighed once more and hugged my knees, "why does it have to hurt so much?" I whispered to himself, sadly I had no answer.

The beach where I was seated at was empty, mostly because it was a private one; the day was getting hotter, without second thought I took his jacket and my shirt off and lied down on them with my eyes close. Lately I've been really tired, sleepless nights tossing around in bed trying to get those memories off of there made you like this; the sun was high in the sky shinning down on me, I could feel the beads of sweat tickle down my cheek and to the dry sand somewhere in the middle of relaxing and feeling the sun's heat I felt asleep.

~Arthur~

I was walking through the crowded airport in Toronto, yes Toronto, because airports in the US would not let any other person from Europe to enter the country. I found Matthew sitting on a black Mercedes waiting for me and certain French man who was following closely behind; he was wearing sunglasses and had a sad smile on his face, "you know, this is breaking the rules" the Canadian said as soon as we were inside. "You do not have to help me Matthew" I said and he shook his head, "oh but you do need my help, because you would not be able to get in his house without setting the alarm off" he said, the car felt silent, but not for long due to one hell of loud French man.

"My dear Mathieu! It's been so long since I've seen you! How are you? Are you feeling well? Have you been eating properly? What about your bear? Oh Matthew you do not know how hard has been not knowing a thing about you!" Francis practically attacked Matthew with a hugged and covered his face in kisses, Matthew just blushed and tried to calm him down assuring him he was fine and all that. I had to look away, unlike that annoying frog, I could not do that. First, because that would be a disgrace to all gentlemen; second, because Alfred would probably kick me off of him and his house as soon as he sees me. I leaned back at ran my fingers through my messy hair, how did I not noticed this? I should have paid more attention... Alfred... I'm sorry...

The car was fast, thank God for that; soon we were in American territory and we had not had any trouble. When we got to Alfred's house Matthew made all the arrangements for us to get in; finally inside the first thing I notice was that he was not there, "where is he?" I asked a soon as I could, Matthew who was just entering and still being hugged by Francis looked around and frowned, "he did not have a meeting today... He's probably down at the beach." He said calmly and tried without succeeding to get Francis off of him. I nodded and made my way down to the familiar old beach, it was quiet, and the only sound came from the small family a few miles away playing in the sun. I looked at the water looking for him, but I did not found him, walking closer I finally notice someone lying on the sand. He was shirtless, his hair swayed at the movement of the wind and his sunglasses were laying beside him; I slowly made my way towards him and sat next to him, he was sleeping. For a long time I just looked at his sleeping face, God how had I missed this face, he was slightly smiling, probably having one hell of a pleasant dream, I smiled at least someone was happy... I slowly moved my hand towards his face and caressed his cheek softly, he did not steer, and I sighed.

"You know, I still remember those days when you were little and made me bring you down here to this same beach" I said to the sleeping Alfred, knowing that was a coward thing to do, but not caring "you used to love coming here, always playing in the water, always building sand castles... Always laughing... I miss those days... when everything was easier and there weren't distractions..." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed, leaning closer to him, I whispered "I've miss you a lot Al." I closed my eyes and felt the light breeze of the sea caress my cheeks; I couldn't believe I was so blind... I made the person I must appreciate suffer...

~Alfred~

In my dreams I was back in Europe. In my dreams I've never had to isolate myself. In my dreams I was with him. He was always happy to see me, he was always noticing me. And because of that I wished that I could stay inside my dreams forever, to never wake up and face the reality of it all. A reality I wished it was just a bad dream...

In this particular dream I was home, the same beach I've spend this past years watching was in front of me, the sun was slowly warming everything. There wasn't anyone around and yet I felt a presence near me that presence soon became a small familiar, like I know it yet I could not remember whom it was... until it started talking. "You know I still remember those days when you were little..." that voice, that familiar voice reach me and I lose my balance, falling on my knees I hugged myself and looked around for the source of that voice but I could not find it... I could not find him...

"England!" I screamed in hope for him to come out of his hiding spot, but he didn't instead he kept talking. Where was he? Why couldn't I see him? I kept searching for him; I was not going to give up until I saw him. "I've miss you a lot Al" was the last thing he said before he stopped talking. I looked frantically around and tried to find him but I couldn't. "Damn it Arthur where the hell are you?" I scream to no one and fell on my knees again. I was crying, the hero was crying once more, I did not deserve to be called a hero anymore. Slowly everything around me started disappearing and reality settled in; I could feel the hot sun on my face and the light warm breeze brushing my cheeks, slowly I opened my eyes and looked at the bright blue sky. Why did I have that dream?

A small sob coming from someone beside me caught my attention and I turned my head to look who it was. The person was sitting cross-legged, his blond messy hair moved by the light breeze blowing, his hands covering his face. Arthur... Arthur... he was here... I sat up quickly and looked surprised at the nation. What is he doing here? When did he get here? How did he get here? Why didn't I notice he was here?

"Ar...Arthur?" I asked quietly, he tensed and wiped the tears away. "Oh America... you're awake..." The word America stunned him; he only called him by his international name when he was mad. "He He yeah..." I said after an awkward silence, he would not turn around. Why? "Hey Arthur... What are you doing here?" I asked out of curiosity, if I remember right... My country was still in isolation. He didn't answer, why wouldn't he answer? If he came all the way here... "Arthur?" I asked touching his shoulder, he shrunk away from my touch and took a big breath.

"Ame... Alfred..." was all he said. At least he's calling me by my name now, I though and waited for the rest, but it never came. I sighed and stood up "If you aren't going to say anything I ask you to leave my place immediately... England" I said looking back at the house. Why? Why did you come here? Why did you have to be there crying beside me? Why... "Don't worry I'll leave as soon as possible, but …. first … I want to..." he stopped talking, I didn't turned around but I heard the rustling of his clothe as he got up and felt the light touch of his hand resting on my shoulder. "I want to apologize... for not being a better allied, for not …. Paying attention..." I didn't say anything; it took you a long time to notice Arthur...

I heard him sigh and he moved his hand off of my shoulder, "I sure hope you can forgive me..." he whispered before walking pass me and towards the house. He looked back and gave me a sad and small smile "Good bye America I hope you are happy."

~Arthur~

I should not be surprised, after all I predicted that he would not listen to my words, but I had to try. Still that look in his eyes, plus the cold actions made me believe it was too late to fix anything. I took a shaky breath; do not cry... not yet... I told myself and with the only smile I could come up with I said my farewell to Alfred. My Alfred... you must hate me now... All those years thinking I spend in sorrow, thinking you hated me, that I was a bad brother... They are nothing compare to losing you again in this time, where you are not that cute little kid, but a strong, handsome man … The man I love, but I was not about to cry in front of you, holding back my tears I slowly made my way towards your house where Francis and Matthew waited.

I half chuckled maybe I deserve this? Maybe this is some kind of punishment for all the things I've done? Probably, maybe this "god" creature believes losing him not once but twice it's a well deserve punishment for my actions not only to him, but the other colonies/countries as well. A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek. Suddenly strong arms grabbed me from behind and spoon me, Alfred was there, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "Arthur... don't... don't go and leave me behind again." He whispered before kissing my lips in a fervent, agitated sort of way, I did not hesitated and kissed him back. I felt some of his tears running down his cheek; I wiped them off and slowly broke the kiss.

He just looked at me with a sort of smile in his face, "please... tell me you are not leaving me again..." I smiled and hugged him "You idiot I can never leave you" I caressed his slight flushed cheek and smiled, "you are the most important person to me Alfred, even if sometimes it doesn't seem like it, you still are." He smiled down at me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I forgive you..."

~narrator~

The tall nation whispered before letting go, but not completely because he made sure to have their hands interlock. He led the way towards his house, but before they entered he whispered "thank you for coming back Arthur." And that's when he knew that this was more of a test than a punishment, a test to see if he could do whatever he could to get what he wanted back. To be honest he was tired of tests he just wanted peace and quiet and of course Alfred by his side.

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