Italics: Flashback/Dream, Bold: Thinking, _Words_: Texting or Writing, "Words": Speech, ((Words)): Author notes, Words*: ((may have more than 1 *)) Translation at bottom

Alfred lay on the bed, he was being confined to his room, but he didn't need to leave. They had told him the he wasn't to leave his room anymore, and that meals would be delivered, and that he would get two bathroom breaks a day. Toris was still shocked by the punch, and had begun to speak very harshly of him. The doctor had told them that he was at his wits end, that no one would be allowed to visit him anymore, and if one more disruption happened he would be sent home.

Arthur told him that the spell would take considerable power, and that he would tell him the beloved item after he ate, which was in about ten minutes. Alfred sighed in content, he couldn't wait to feel Arthur's touch on his skin, his breath on his cheek. He was giddy, evrything was coming together for him.

His room had been searched, and so had he, for the things he had taken. But he had hidden them well, and they hadn't turned up. Before Dr. ROderich had left his room he had toold Alfred that his symptoms were schizophrenia, anger displacement, post-traumatic stress, and kleptomania. Alfred had thought about it, and it was possible that some of that was true.

Alfred was skimming Necromantiae et Medicinales Magicae* again, to make sure he had everything. It was then that Alfred saw the strangeness in the page, so he put the book close to his face to try and see it better. It smelled of citrus, he remembered hearing something about lemon or orange juice being used as invisible ink, and could be seen when heat was applied.

Alfred jumped from his deep thought and interest when he heard the knock at the door. "It's Natalia! I was told to bring you dinner!" Alfred quickly hid the book under his bed and straightened his clothes and hair, Arthur on the other hand still looked stunned at the discovery of the ink, so it definately wasn't him who did it.

Alfred yelled to her from the bed, where he now sat in a seemingly relaxed state. "Okay, you can come in!" She unlocked and opened the door from the outside. and entered with a tray. The tray had a bowl of chicken noodle soup, crackers, mixed vegetables, and a pudding cup. "They could put more effort into their meals," Alfred sighed.

She didn't smile at him, just coldly stared. "I won't be your friend, you hurt Toris," she stated calmly. Alfred replied with a tone of curtness. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm not sorry. Anyway, I'm busy, if you will." He held his hands out for the food and she shoved it roughly into his hands.

Natalia turned on her heel, and he saw a flash of tears on her face. She left quickly and locked the door behind her. Had she actually wanted to be my friend if I apologized? I feel bad...but I won't say sorry for that. He deserved every bit of it. Alfred ate quickly, not wanting to stain the book if he was messy, he kept to tome under his bed.

After finishing and wiping his hands clean, went to fish the lighter out of the pocket of some old, worn jeans in his drawers. He came back, retrieved the book and held the lighter close enough so it heated the page, but far enough so it didn't catch fire. The letters showed up in a loopy cursive script, still in Latin, but different to that of the book.

_Lector,

Inveni est ad hoc incantatores diutius in resurectee. Mortuus erit talis causae naturalis. Si ergo hoc non petita vel senectute laborent morbo. Si tum occisus. Hoc sic est gradus:

I. Duplices dose sanguinis, hoc aequare X guttis

II. Osculantur dilectus item

III. Etiam si vis vivere atque habitare apud agin tunc stabit

IV. Implere, qui facit vitam illorum qui in carmine dulcissimum est._**

It ended quickly, and Alfred looked at Arthur. "You want to stay alive once you're back right?" "Very much, poppet." "Am I your most beloved?" "Yes, always and forever, Alfy."

Alfred remembered the beloved item then. Arthur looked up at Alfred and chuckled at his determined eyes, "remember that set I got you a few years ago? We would have afternoon tea together after. Well the cup with the blue birds was my favorite and I treasured it very much. Do you have it?" Alfred thought a minute, then ransacked his drawers.

At the bottom of the bottom drawer, under Alfred's jeans, was a box. It was about a foot tall, wide, and in length. The box was a light blue, with a piece of twine wrapped around it to keep it together. Tears began rolling down Alfred's cheeks, remembering the times in the empty classroom, after school when they would sit with their desks shoved together and drink tea and laugh.

He opened the box with shaky hands and looked at the 2 teacups, 2 saucers, a teapot, a sugar jar, and little tin spoons. On each pair of cups and saucers there were little blue decorations, on one: blue birds, on the other: blue fish. The pot and jar had forest and river scenes on them. Arthur had given it to Alfred to 'civilize' him, but it really just made Alfred want to drink a lot of tea to hang out with him.

Alfred hadn't opened the box since the afternoon of graduation, at their fianl tea party. So he was surprised to see a note inside Arthur's cup. Three simple words were etched upon the parchment, _I love you_. Alfred had never read it, and began to cry harder, realizing everything could have been different. Arthur looked at the note and the cup.

"I-I forgot I left that there. I-"

"I'm so dense. If I had opened it again, we could have-"

"Don't dwell on the past, poppet. What matters is here and now."

A load knock rang out through the room, Alfred jumped. He quickly scrambled to put everything back then opened the door, panting. Mona stood there nervously, she seemed to be afraid that he would hit her. "Medication." Her soft voice said the voice, and Alfred felt himself being condemned.

He knew the meds would make him drowsy and weak, his mind would be blurry and he would be giggly. His eyes widened. "I-I'll stay in here. I don't need them. I need to-" He cut himself off, no one would believe him. It had been hard for him to accept Arthur's magic.

Mona sighed, then took his hand gently. She dropped a few pills into his hand. "If you feel like you need them, then take them. They help with nightmares and hallucinations." She then walked off to another hall, Alfred thought she must be going to Elizabeta's room.

Alfred closed the door, and dropped the pills in the trash. "Hey Arthur, when do you think I should do this?" Arthur looked at him appraisingly for a minute. "I think you better wait for dawn. You seem like you could use a nice rest."

Alfred changed his clothes and got into bed. "Arthur?" "Yes?" "What should I do to have good dreams?" "Nightmares again?" "Yes." "Just think about how ace*** tomorrow will be." Alfred smiled and nodded off to sleep, all the while thinking of how he was going to kiss Arthur the next day.

*- Necromancy and Medicinal Magic ((Once again))

**-Dear Reader,

I found there is a way to make this spell last longer for the resurectee. Said person will have to have died of unnatural causes. If disease or old age claimed them then this won't work. If they were killed then it will. The following is the steps to do this:

1. Double the dose of blood, this will equal 10 drops

2. Kiss the beloved item

3. If they actually want to come and live amongst the living agin, then they will stay

4. To complete this, the person who does the spell must be the most beloved person in their life.

***- British slang for great, not sure if I used it correctly.

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