Ah yes time skip 4 years for the win!

He was once again in an open field. Away from his duties, anxiety, worry and pain. He felt at peace. "Arthur!" Alfred was standing there .His arms were extended to receive a hug. Suddenly something grabbed him and began to suffocate him. It was getting harder to breathe. He tried to fight his oppressor to no avail. He was about to give up the struggle when. . .

He woke up.

"Alfred! Get the bloody fuck off of me!" Arthur yelled at the teen that was currently latched on to his side. It had been 4 years since Alfred and his brother, Matthew, had come to live with him in his castle. Even though time had passed creating a more mature adult Arthur who was now 20 years old, time didn't seem to affect Alfred's child like mind.

"Mmmm." Alfred groaned in his sleep. His grip neither lessening nor tightening.

"Bloody git!" Arthur yelled as he managed to shove the boy off him and purposefully onto the floor. How the hell did the git even manage to get in his bed? Oh yeah the idiot had gone to see that horrible play about 4 Alice's getting lost in some sort of Wonderland in which they all end up dead, insane or lost. What a wonderful way to butcher up his favorite novel. Then after watching it he begged Arthur to sleep with him! Had the boy no shame! Didn't he know that at his age he couldn't just sleep with anyone without turning quite a few heads?

"Ow! Dude that hurt!" Alfred whined as held the side of his head that he landed on, and rubbed it.

"Well you were hindering my breathing capacity and you wouldn't wake otherwise." Arthur smirked at him.

Alfred had become so frightened of the fictional heart soldier whose ghost haunts the forests, that he tackled Arthur in his bed and begged to be allowed to sleep in it. Arthur, through a combination of sleep deprivation and lack of oxygen due to Alfred's grip, allowed Alfred to sleep with him. A decision he now regretted.

"What? I could've totally woken up! I'm a hero! And heroes need to be vigilant. If you were in trouble I would've been and ready and awake." Alfred now stood proudly in his pajama clad glory.

"Not if you are the one causing the trouble." Arthur sighed and stood up as well. He walked to his curtained windows and opened them up to receive the wonderful warmth of sunshine. Even though it was winter and the ground lay covered in snow, the sun was still a warm greeting.

"What was that?" Alfred asked with a childish pout.

"Oh nothing. Don't worry that little head of yours." Arthur replied. "Alfred why didn't you sleep with your brother Matthew?" Arthur asked.

Alfred turned away trying to hide his obvious blush of embarrassment. " Promise you won't laugh?" Alfred asked. Arthur nodded his head and Alfred continued, "He. . .kicked me off the bed."

Arthur stared at the boy adoringly before laughing. Alfred was not amused and glared at the royal only to have him laugh even harder.

"If you keep on making faces like that it will be impossible for me not to laugh." Arthur said calming down. He was at his dresser now and was picking out the clothes he was going to wear for today.

Alfred pouted but quickly changed his expression. He noticed Arthur taking off his shirt when his blush returned full throttle. "HEY! What are you doing?"

Arthur looked over his shoulder and noticed the embarrassed Alfred trying to looking away. He realized that him taking off his shirt in front of Alfred was the cause for the boy's distress.

"Oh I'm sorry." Arthur said. "You do know you can leave my room right. It's no longer dark out so I doubt the ghosts can get you now." He teased.

Alfred made a noise and turned walked towards the door. He opened it cautiously and checked 'inconspicuously' for any maids (ghosts). He then tore down the hallway towards his room.

Arthur laughed softly to himself and dressed himself. Yao would be here soon to tell him about the plans for today. Today . . .

Oh God.

He turned to look at the calendar on his desk and noticed that today was December 24th. It was the Eve of Yule or Christmas as many people began to fondly call the holiday for its patron saint. He looked over to the shelf and removed a couple of books from it to disclose two similar boxes. He sighed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God Alfred didn't find these." He said.

"Didn't find what?" A voice asked form behind.

He whirled around in panic but calmed down once he noticed it was just Yao.

"Oh it's only you. Don't frighten me like that." Arthur said as he breathed out the air that his lungs were holding hostage.

Yao smiled, "Well you would've heard me knock if you weren't so enthralled into those small gifts." Yao walked towards Arthur's desk and straightened up some of the papers that were laying messily about. "Let me guess, those two gifts are for the twins aren't they, aru?" Yao asked with mild interest since he already knew the answer.

Arthur sighed but smiled as well, "You can read me like a book." He hid the gifts were they were previously located, straightened up his clothing and turned to Yao.

"Is breakfast ready?" He asked.

"Ah yes, I can to tell you that breakfast is ready, aru." Yao sighed, "That reminds me. Time for the annual battle of trying to awaken Alfred from his slumber. I swear that child could sleep through an explosion! Aiya!"

"Well then the sooner the better." Arthur replied with a laugh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~UKUS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He currently found himself hiding behind a pile of snow with Alfred screaming next to him.

"Take that!" He yelled as he launched a perfectly made snowball at his enemies.

"UMPH!" Arthur look up from his hiding spot to watch that wonderful snowball hit Francis square in the face.

"HAHA! That's what you get you bloody frog!" Arthur cackled as another snowball made contact with his shoulder sending him reeling backwards. How the Hell did he end up like this. Oh right. . .

"Artie."

Silence

"Arthur?"

Paper shuffling.

"!"

Book is slammed on table. "For all that is just and holy! What in the world is it?" Arthur roared.

Alfred isn't fazed by Arthur's outburst but merely smiles his golden smile.

"Let's go outside and play in the snow! And let's have a snowball fight! Me and Mattie versus you and Francis!" Alfred exclaimed.

Arthur let out an irritated sigh but the notion of seeing that frog be hit in the face with snow was tempting.

"Hey where is that Diamond guy at anyway?" Alfred asked.

"Alfred I'm a bit busy at this moment." Where was that frog anyway? "I'm pretty sure he's at the library accompanying your brother, even though he's supposed to be here." At this rate nothing was going to get done.

"See he's slacking off. C'mon stop being such a sourpuss and let's have a snowball fight. And just to make you feel better I'll let you be on my team~." Alfred implored.

Those puppy dog eyes. No! Arthur you must resist! Don't let them fool you and reel you in! You are the bloody prince of Spades. YOU! CAN! FIGHT! THIS!

". . . .fine."

"YES!"

"I hate myself."

That boy will be the end of me.

"C'mon Arthur don't just lay there! You gotta fight back. You are my sidekick!" Alfred shook Arthur.

"I am not your sidekick!" And with that he gathered snow into a ball and launched it at Francis, but his aim was off and it managed to hit Matthew on his chest.

"Ack! I am sorry Matthew!" Arthur apologized from his hiding spot.

"What are you apologizing for?" Alfred said with a pout. If it was him instead of Matthew being hit Arthur wouldn't have apologized. NO he was NOT jealous!

"You will pay for zhat mon ami!" Francis threatened.

Out of nowhere Francis decided to charge at Arthur while carrying two snowballs.

"Francis!" Matthew warned.

"Honhonhon! You won't escape from me!" Francis laughed as he pelted Arthur with the two snowballs he was carrying, earning a manly 'eep' from Arthur.

"Oh no you don't!" Alfred managed to create the mother of all snowballs and flung it at Francis.

"Oh mon Dieu." Was all he managed to say before he was buried in 6 feet of snow.

"Ah! Alfred look what you did!" Matthew yelled as he ran towards the buried royal.

"Hey he started it! Doesn't he know that charging the enemy head on is suicide." Alfred crossed his arms and scoffed. "Well at least Arthur appreciated it." He mumbled to himself.

Arthur was laughing like there was no tomorrow, clutching his chest, gasping for breath and all that jazz.

"Well done Alfred." Arthur managed as he wiped a tear from his eye. "Well done indeed."

"AIYA! THERE YOU ARE! YOU TWO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING READY FOR THE PARTY! STOP PLAYING YOUR SILLY LITTLE GAMES AND COME HERE NOW, ARU!" To say Yao was angry was the understatement of the year.

~~~~~~~~~~~~UKUS~~~~~~~~~~~

Alfred was dressed in a fine blue suit accented with gold buttons and an embrioded spade on the left side of Alfred's jacket. His pants were the same color as his jacket with thin almost invisible blue looping lines running down the sides. He wore almost knee-high black boots that shone in all of their glory. His messing hair was combed except for that stubborn piece of hair that many hairdressers had given up on. They boy was ridiculously handsome attracting both young and older women. And maybe a stray glance from certain male individuals.

"Ugh, Mattie I'm sooooooooooo bored." He whined to his brother.

Matthew was dressed exactly the same except his color was orange with a Diamond, due to Francis's begging. Whenever girls looked at him they giggled and talked about how cute he looked. They were both very handsome but it was very obvious that Alfred's personality and radiance as a person brought more attention to him.

"Well dinner was over a couple hours ago and everyone has been dancing so I'm guessing you only have to bear this a little longer Alfred." Matthew replied. He too was becoming bored. Watching the whimsical dances could only keep one entertained for so long. Many people had asked them for a dance, Matthew accepting most of them with grace while Alfred accepted them almost begrudgingly.

Alfred sighed, his legs and arms hurt and he was tired. All because of the stupid dancing. He swears that each girl danced with him at least 3 times. He looked over at Arthur who was still dancing. How the hell does that guy even manage? And people ask him about how much energy he has. He released a groan as he noticed another pair of ladies walking towards them. Alfred decided it was time to bail.

"See ya later Matt." He said as he ran off in a random direction.

Matthew stared after him startled, "Alfred! Where are you going?" He turned to look at the young women that were approaching and noticed that one of them was disappointed. That sneaky bastard.

~~~~~~~~~~UKUS~~~~~~~~~~`

Alfred was now outside in the snow covered garden. It was empty save for the giant Christmas tree smack dab in the middle of it. The moon made the snow glow a vibrant white color. Candles and magical lights decorated almost every inch of the garden.

"Well, well what have we here?"

Alfred was snapped out of his reverie and turned quickly to the intruder.

"Uh. . . hey Arthur." Alfred greeted sheepishly. Damn he was caught.

"You left your poor brother to dance with all those fine young ladies by himself. How ungentlemanly of you, Alfred." Arthur chastised.

Alfred grimaced and approached Arthur slowly, "Well I was tired of dancing. I swear I danced with each and every one of them at least a million times." Ok maybe that was too big of an exaggeration.

"Well even so, they are our guests Alfred." Arthur argued.

Alfred grunted and looked away. He then felt a hand on his chin. The hand turned his face so that he was once again looking at Arthur. Alfred looked directly into Arthur's eyes. Were they always that green? He wondered. A small breeze blew and Alfred noticed a movement above his head. He looked up and his eyes widened in horror.

"What is It Alfred?" Arthur said looking up.

It was mistletoe. Oh dear.

Arthur quickly let go of Alfred's face who had bright red tinted cheeks. Arthur's face mirrored Alfred's.

"I erm. . . I gotta go." Alfred said quickly as he tried to run past Arthur only to be stopped. Arthur gripped Alfred's arm tightly, turning Alfred to look at him.

Arthur didn't know what was more shocking, the fact that he grabbed Alfred or the fact that his other hand was cupping Alfred's cheek.

"Ar-Arthur, what are you d-doing?" Alfred asked with a confused quiver in his voice. His heart began to beat faster and louder. His eyes were trapped by the intense green gaze. His face was being brought closer to Arthur's and he closed his eyes. Coward.

Suddenly Arthur retracted his face and let go of Alfred. "I'm sorry I don't know what came over me. Forgive me." Arthur walked away briskly leaving Alfred alone with the snow.

Alfred couldn't take this, he ran to his room, ignoring the stares people gave him. He closed the door behind him and panted heavily.

Did Arthur? Was Arthur going to-? No he couldn't! He wouldn't! But he almost did. . .

He willed himself to calm down. 'He was just tired. Yeah. Arthur was just so exhausted that he had no idea that was doing.'

Then why did you let him? A voice asked him.

"It's because I was confused! I didn't know what was happening."

. Lies. You know you wanted it. Don't lie to yourself. You suck at lying. The voices were teasing him now.

Alfred covered his eyes. He did like Arthur more than he should. But he just shoved those feelings away thinking it as gratitude towards the royal. He had dreams of Arthur for some time now. But they were all the same:

Arthur would be waiting for him by a tree with an outstretched hand.

"Let's go home." He would say.

Alfred would grasp his hand and Arthur would pull him into a hug, and the dream would end there.

But recently the dream had taken on a weird twist.

Arthur would hold Alfred's face and say, "I love you. Stay with me forever."

And he would wake up having to calm himself down before facing Arthur. That whole scenario of the nightmare was only half true. But he had never asked Matthew if he could sleep with him. He just went straight to Arthur.

"Maybe I love him?" He asked himself. No he couldn't love him. It was just a small crush that would go away. Eventually.

Arthur wouldn't love him back anyway.

"Well might as well go to bed." Alfred sighed.

~~~~~~~~~UKUS~~~~~~~~~~~

Arthur was in a secluded area of the castle. He would eventually have to back to the party to thank everyone for coming and see them out, but right now all he wanted to do was hide.

He almost kissed Alfred. He had almost taken the boy's first kiss! The boy was practically a child! A very handsome and promising child.

'Why didn't he move away? Maybe he wanted it too.'

"No he would not. I am nothing more than a brotherly figure to him." Why was he even thinking that?

'But you want him. Don't you?'

Arthur turned around looking for the source of the voice. No he didn't want him! Not like that!

A giggle is heard.

'I never specified how you wanted him but that works as well.'

"Go away!" Arthur yelled. He sunk to the floor.

The dreams Arthur. They don't lie.

"Stop!" Arthur covered his ears.

"Your majesty are you alright, aru?" Yao asked worriedly as he approached Arthur.

Arthur looked up and faked a smile. At least the voices have stopped.

"I'm alright. Just a little dizzy and tired form all the dancing." Arthur replied.

"Well it's almost time for the party to end. I don't think ending it early will hurt anyone, aru." Yao walked off to announce the ending of the party. Arthur followed closely behind.

Tomorrow was going to be awkward.

~~~~~~~~~UKUS~~~~~~~~

"Mistress! How long must we wait?" A disgusting voice rang out in the darkness.

"Soon young one. Once the king is chosen we will attack with full force. All the others were diversions." Another voice replied. This one was laced with venom and evil.

"If that pathetic Temno hadn't failed when he had the chance. This kingdom would've been yours!" The disgusting voice ranted.

"Ah yes. He paid dearly with his life. Your job is to spy on them. Don't fail me, Kaliga." The 'Mistress' dissipated in a dark cloud leaving the other alone.

"Yes, mother." And she disappeared.

HAHA! 3 DAYS LATE BUT WHO GIVES A DAMN! I do DX

I wanted to type this all by the 25th but I got sidetracked with presents and the Hetalia movie ;D (mostly the movie. God I had no life DX)

Thank you all for the lovely reviews! CelestialCiel, Renuki, Hedekideki, IceQueenMirrorQueen

And for continuing on reading XD

I also have a question which has been bugging me for some time. Should I wait until Alfred is 19 before they 'get it on' or at the age at he is now (16)?