PRESENT DAY
Arthur sat down at his desk. He had forgotten to finish that huge pile of work and accidentally left it until the last minute. Whoops.
Now he had approximately five hours to finish it.
Suddenly, a sweet and familiar tune wafted into his ears, and he froze.
"Early one mo-o-rning
Just as the sun was ri-i-sing,
I heard a maiden ca-all from the va-a-ley below."
He ran to his window and looked out to see a familiar figure in his garden, singing quietly.
"What is he doing here?" Arthur muttered to himself.
He sprinted down his stairs as fast as his legs would take him, running through the house to his hall.
When he reached the door, he opened it quietly and snuck outside. Alfred hadn't noticed.
When he finished singing, he started to hum quietly, and that's when Arthur opened his mouth.
"As green as the ga-a-rden
And fresh are the roses,
fresh from the garden
to wi-ind on your path."
Alfred spun around Arthur sang the final part, arms open.
"Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
Ho-ow could you u-use a po-or maiden so?"
Alfred stared at him for a second, before running into his friend's arms.
"You never taught me that last verse," Alfred laughed into Arthur's shoulder.
"I didn't think you'd care, to be honest," Arthur smiled.
"Are you kidding me? I loved to hear you sing when I was a child!"
They looked at each other and giggled.
"Just, don't leave me ever again, okay?" Arthur murmured.
"Alright, poor maiden," Alfred laughed.
"Take that back, America!" Arthur protested, pushing away from him.
"Whatever, Iggybrows," Alfred shrugged, "should we go inside?"
"Yeah," the Englishman sighed, and the two stepped into the house.
Idk what they're gonna do inside... You can leave it to your imagination tho ;)
Actually don't.
So they couldn't really mend their friendship completely after the revolution - there will always be pieces missing - but isn't it better this way?