A/N: We're finally getting into track! I'm sorry that my way of writing is bad, but I can feel that starting from this I will enjoy writing this story. Please tell me what you're expecting after reading this. ^^ Thank you so much!

The sudden light that hit his eyes forced Alfred to open them. His mind was still blurry, as he slowly sat up and looked around the field. He sighed. Man, what a strange dream he just had. He was just glad he had finally waked up from it.

Huh? Wait, something's not right.

He looked around again.

Alfred could see what was wrong right away.

Above him was the clear blue sky and the bright sun, and around him was the butterflies fluttering around the green field with blooming flowers. He could see some shady trees nearby as well.

Everything was wrong.

Alfred jumped as soon as he realized this is not the place he should have been.

"W-Where am I? How did I get here?"

… Was that his voice just now?

He holds his throat.

"Where am I...?" He tested again.

… Did his voice just changed?

But that's impossible.

No way.

Alfred looked at himself. Huh? These were not the clothes he was wearing just now. He was wearing his casual shirt with his American jacket, with that star-shaped badge he placed on himself.

But why now he is wearing a long-sleeves inner shirt with buttons and the brown trousers that attached until to his shoulders? This isn't his clothes!

What happened to him?

Alfred panicked. This isn't happening to him. This can't be.

"Alfred!"

The young blonde was clearly surprised when he heard the all too familiar voice. But why, does it sound so… different?

"Alfred, what are you doing there?"

He turned around to face the man that was calling him.

The man that he thought he'll never see again.

Arthur Kirkland.

No, this one is different. The Arthur in front of him was much younger than the Arthur he met before. This Arthur was wearing the old-styled clothes of the British, and his green eyes were more bright and livelier. And what was obviously different about this Arthur was, he was smiling, and that smile looked more natural and… loving.

The smile that was lost a long time ago.

Alfred took a step back, not believing what he was seeing.

"Alfred, what is wrong?" Arthur bends down slightly when he saw the way the young American react to him.

"Don't worry Alfred."

That voice again!

"You're now experiencing the past, and no matter what you do, your actions won't affect the future." Alfred could hear the female voice inside his head. "I just need you to experience them again and I need you to finish your task."

"What task?" Alfred questioned back using the voice of his heart, looking around to see if he could find the source of the voice.

Arthur tilted his head, confused when he saw the young man looking around like that.

"I need you to search for me."

"I need you to remember me."

The voice replied in his head. The voice was soft and feminine, and it doesn't sound like it could bring any harm. Besides, it sounded more like it was pleading.

"If I can finish this task, will I be able to get back?"

Alfred was able to remember clearly now. He was in Arthur's house, in Arthur's mysterious room. And somehow he found a mysterious book. Arthur was showing off his magic tricks to him, but it was disturbed when there was a knock on the door. He was supposed to be in that room waiting for Arthur who was forced to greet Antonio. That's when Alfred found the book again.

This is all like from the movie, but only this time, it's really happening to him.

Believe it or not, Alfred was scared.

"Yes." The voice replied. "You will be able to return back to your world when everything is done."

Alfred gulped.

"Memories aren't meant to be forgotten. No matter how beautiful or painful they are."

"How do I need to find you?" Alfred questioned again.

"That's for you to find out, dear Alfred." The voice answered softly. "You will find many memories here as well, Alfred. Even lost ones. Isn't this the opportunity for you to understand everything you never did?"

"Some of your treasures are here, dear Alfred. Even though this is not your world, this WAS once your world."

Alfred remained silent, unable to answer back.

"Has your heart never felt lonely?"

"Have you never missed your dreams?"

"Some things are meant to be remember, Alfred."

"Until then, farewell."

"W-Wait!" Alfred shouted slightly when he sensed that the voice was disappearing.

The young British in front of him was shocked. "W-What's wrong Alfred?" He stepped closer to Alfred. "I'm not going anywhere, you see."

Alfred looked up to the tall Arthur, stunned.

Arthur was now taller than him. How awkward can that be? The American had been so used to the Arthur from his time, that this Arthur seemed a bit scary for him.

Scared, Alfred was about to turn and run away, until the Arthur in front of him placed his hand on Alfred's head, patting him gently.

"Haha, I let you off by your own only for awhile, and you're already like this?" He chuckled, smiling to Alfred.

This is so off, Alfred thought. He wasn't comfortable of being patted, it made him feel… short, as he is now. He doesn't like that. Not at all.

Wait… Didn't the mysterious voice say that no matter what he actions will be, it won't affect the future?

She did say that, right?

Alfred glanced up to the smiling Arthur.

"Ready to go home now?" He continued smiling.

Alfred looked around; it seemed that it was already evening, and the color of the sky changed from blue to orange slowly. The sun also was going down, taking its light with it.

Instead of answering him, Alfred gets himself closer to Arthur.

Surprisingly to Arthur, the young blonde kicked him on the right knee, hard.

"Ouch!" He holds his injured knee. "H-Hey, what's wrong, Alfred?" He had to kneel down and rubbed the knee that Alfred just kicked.

Huh? That wasn't the respond that Alfred had predicted.

Alfred just stood there, staring at Arthur. If it was Arthur from his time, Arthur would have been shouting and cursing him, or probably even chased him down for payback.

Why doesn't this Arthur do the same?

"Alfred?" Arthur called him again.

No. This can't be right. Alfred walked passed Arthur with his head down, leaving Arthur behind. He opened his step bigger, making sure that the British won't be able to catch up with him later on. He needs to find somewhere to think, because right now, everything around him is confusing. And he wasn't that good in thinking things through.

"Alfred, wait!" Arthur quickly got up and walked faster to catch up with the smaller Alfred.

Ah crap. Alfred glanced to Arthur behind him. He caught up with him easily, as he thought, his own energy decreased. He wasn't as fast as he supposes to be.

"Alfred, please wait." Arthur said gently, making Alfred obeys the words.

Arthur walked passed Alfred and bend down his knee, looking straight to Alfred's face. The stare made Alfred blushed, thus turning his head away from him.

"What's wrong, Alfred? If you don't tell me, how would I know?" Arthur tilted his head as he watched him.

How can I tell you? That I'm not your Alfred and you're not my Arthur.

"Nothing… Let's just go…" Alfred mumbled.

Though still confuse, Arthur still smiled. "Alright… Let's get going, shall we?" He stood up straight, taking Alfred's right hand.

Alfred looked up to Arthur, who was still smiling to him.

He nodded.

Arthur sighed in relieve. He continued craving his smile. "Come on, home is waiting for us." He turned around, and started walking, with his hand holding Alfred's.

Alfred just followed obediently.

And for sometimes, he secretly glanced to Arthur's smiling face.

"Yes?" Arthur looked to Alfred when he noticed the glances he was getting.

"N-Nothing…" Alfred quickly looked away to the field.

Then he glanced again.

Arthur still had his smile on his face.

The smile that Alfred had missed all this years.

The smile that he thought he would never see again.

Isn't this the opportunity for you to understand everything you never did?