A/N : I'm sorry for such the long update! I've been working on my own story, but please know I'm never going to abandon this one. Nothing much on this chapter, but it'll bring you deeper into Alfred's point of view. Enjoy! ^^

"Arthur?"

The blond, with bright-green eyes turned his back, looking at Alfred with his side.

"Where are we, Arthur?"

Arthur didn't answer. Instead, the man kept on smiling; but it was the unusual smile for Alfred. That gentle smile, that holds thousand meanings.

It couldn't be… Did Arthur found out about him?

"A-Arthur?" Alfred tried to reach him.

But why couldn't his hand feel the physical of the man? It was as if… Arthur was too far away.

Arthur turned his back again, starting to take his steps forward; towards to the empty space no one knows where it leads to.

"Arthur? Where are you going?"

Arthur didn't answer; he didn't even look at Alfred.

The lights that beamed in front of Arthur, was too bright that Alfred had to shield his eyes. Suddenly his body felt pains all over. He didn't get it, why is this happening?

Alfred slowly opened his eyes.

"Owww…." Alfred scratched his messy hair, and slowly got up. He felt the pain, even on his palms. Scratches were everywhere as well. His white plain shirt turned dirty, thanks to the dirt.

He looked up what behind him. Oh… Alfred finally recalled back.

He was running, when he thought he was already far away from Arthur's place, he was shocked when he bumped into a beehive. Then of course, he couldn't do anything but run again. He must have been careless that he fell.

He looked up at the sky, it was still bright. Thank goodness, he wouldn't need to worry about Arthur looking for him. That man knew that Alfred would play at times like this, and return when it was turning nighttime.

Only this time, he won't return to that house.

It's meaningless. How sure can he be that the item for him to get back to his actual world is in there? It could be outside. It could be in flying around somewhere in the sky. It could be stuck somewhere on the trees.

Alfred patted his knees, though it hurt, he didn't mind. This is nothing compared to challenges he faced before.

Alfred looked around.

"I wonder where the book could be…"

He looked right and left, but the view around him is the same. Grasses, flowers, butterflies, trees, wooden houses, rivers, bushes. What else?

How strange, these are all familiar for him, but he really couldn't recall where exactly he is.

Perhaps this is what they call 'Child Amnesia', a common phenomenon that happened to everyone. They'll forget their experiences of their life during the age five and below.

Alfred started walking again, while wandering the area. He was still figuring out where he was. None of the people he met was familiar to him. Or perhaps not yet. The house he lived with Arthur stood alone without any neighbors, as the area was owned by Arthur himself. Everyone respected Arthur, they knew about Alfred but they didn't meet him personally before he became a teenager. That's when he started to go out and made friends with everyone.

"Ice cream! Ice cream!"

Alfred turned to the man who was ringing a bell, with so many kids gathering around him, demanding for ice creams.

Alfred smiled slightly.

He knew this man. Arthur usually stops him and bought ice cream for him every time they walk together. That man aged of course, but his smile continued to shine on his face, until one day Alfred never saw him again. He never knew where he went. Someone else took over and sold the ice cream after that.

But it didn't taste the same.

Alfred wondered why. The ice cream's flavor was still the same, the colors, the size, the mixture, everything.

But… It didn't 'feel' the same.

The man noticed Alfred was staring at him, and gave the little boy a smile.

Alfred almost blushed, embarrassed. He quickly walked again.

This place is big, but it is just a country side. It isn't much, but it's really peaceful here. Everyone respected each other, and everyone was happy.

Until Alfred was tired, he found himself on a small cliff, sitting under a shady tree to rest.

He looked up to the calm to sky.

"Uh-huh."

His eyes spotted the grey clouds coming his way.

And the soft rain fell without warning, though it was still bright, the tiny rainy drops quietly.

Alfred sighed. He decided to just stay where he was. Beside, his legs were tired due to his exploration, though he didn't really discover anything. He didn't even found any little bits of clues to get him back to where he needs to be.

No, it's not like he missed home.

It's just that it's not right for him to be here.

Alfred thought to himself.

Has your heart never felt lonely? Have you never missed your dreams?

Of course not. He answered inside his head. He never felt lonely. He never missed anything. What should be missed? Why should he feel lonely? He lives a happy life as a Hero and ever since that day he was always, always happy.

Wasn't he?

The soft rain gently stopped as he was busy thinking. Alfred peeked out from the view of the green leaves and looked at the blue sky once again.

His eyes instantly opened wide, amazed.

By the rainbow bridge built above him.

"What a view…" Alfred chucked to himself. He doesn't know whether to consider himself fortunate or not.

That instant a flash of an image of Arthur, wearing his green uniform, holding the rainbow–colored ice cream for him.

That man didn't smile at all, unlike the Arthur from the past.

Alfred felt at ease, it's been such a long time since he felt peace like this. It must because his own country is a busy one, and buildings everywhere, that it's just rare to find a place like this to sit down and rest like where he is now.

Alfred slowly closed his eyes. Just for awhile, he thought, he'll take a short nap and start his journey again.

Yes, that's right… Just for awhile.

He wants to enjoy this peace only for a short while.

Alfred's consciousness slowly drifted away, back into his own dreamland.

"…Mmh.."

"….Mmmmh.."

So comfy.

So soft.

Alfred rubbed his sleepy eye, blinking slowly. What a great nap he had. He even dreamed of playing another horror game with Kiku and Feliciano, though later they were chased by Ludwig… Just Feliciano actually.

Hm? There's something different. Did he slipped down and lay on the ground while he was sleeping?

Because he was sure he just leaned his back to the tree and slept while he was sitting up.

He looked up.

And he saw the bright-green eyes staring at him, with a gentle smile craved on the man's face.

"You really worried me, silly."

Alfred was too speechless to respond.

"Did I told you not go too far?"

He didn't know whether Arthur was scolding him or not, because even though his words are like that, his tone was rather soft and motherly-like.

What happened to his plan to 'never returning back to Arthur's house'?

"We're almost home." Arthur said with a smile.

DOOM! Alfred was able to hear the sound effect of a rock hitting his head, something like in the Japanese's animation he saw.

"U-Ummh.." Alfred tried to protest, but what can he do?

He's in the arms of Arthur now, being carried like a kid. He was shameful and embarrassed. Even his face almost turned as red as a tomato.

"Are you still hurt?" Arthur asked, interpreting the grunting Alfred was making.

Alfred blinked for a moment, and he remembered that he did fell and hurt himself. Ouch, realizing that bring the pain again.

"No…" Alfred said timidly, to the ears of Arthur.

Arthur smiled again. "Don't worry, I'll put some bandages so they will heal, is that fine?"

Alfred just nodded.

He felt awkward toward the caring, gentle Arthur.

The sky was already orange in color, knowing that, he must have slept for a long time. Far away from a nap. Oh well.

Geez, he just wants to jump and run away from Arthur right now. This is too embarrassing for a Hero like him.

But why doesn't he do that? Why? He continued to question himself.

Arthur placed him down gently, and Alfred carefully stood up on his feet. In front of him was the door of the entrance to Arthur's house.

Here he is, back here again. Back to where he began. Everything he did today seemed meaningless.

"Alfred…"

The boy lifted up his head to face the other blond man beside him.

Arthur bent his knees to make his height equal to Alfred's.

And he gently laid a kiss on Alfred's forehead.

Again, Alfred was speechless. He blinked to Arthur, who just smiled and caressed the cheek of Alfred.

"Next time, I'll accompany you. Like I promised this morning. Okay?" Arthur voice was gentle when he spoke.

Yeah… Arthur did offer to take a walk together with him this morning, and it was supposed to be in the afternoon, wasn't it? He has completely forgotten about it.

"The call from this morning," Arthur sighed. "It was so sudden that I couldn't tell you. You must have played by yourself, haven't you?"

Alfred blinked. But it's not that he didn't understand what Arthur was saying.

When he was running out, Arthur had a call, and he was probably needed for something. Therefore he went out and just left a note on the table for him.

Yes, he did that a few times in the actual past. That's why Alfred knows.

What Arthur didn't know was, Alfred never returned home this afternoon to look for him… unlike what he did in his past.

Arthur must have thought that Alfred was disappointed, and decided to play on his own outside.

No, it isn't like that Arthur. It's just that I was outside looking for clues that I thought I can find here.

But that wasn't what Alfred said. Instead he just nodded.

Why?

He's not a kid anymore.

He's not disappointed at all.

But then, why does his heart feels a bit hurt?

Is it because he was disappointed by Arthur in the past?

"Don't worry. I promise." Arthur wiped Alfred's red cheek that was getting wet. "I'll cook for you tonight."

Alfred just nodded while he wiped his eyes.

"Okay…" Alfred said.

Like a timid child, he followed Arthur's back and entered the house together.