He felt like he was floating in the sea, unable to move. His eyes were unable to open. Where was he? It was a question that crossed his mind but he did not bother for an answer. Here, he felt at peace.

"Al..."

With nothing to bound him, his head was clear. Here, he had no responsibilities; either as a man, or even as a soldier. He never would have admitted, but he was actually tired.

"Alfre..."

But as a hero, he could never had admitted that.

"Alfred!"

The young blonde opened his eyes wide revealing his blue pearls. Confused, he glanced around. He could see Arthur at the corner of his eyes. And from the looks of his surrounding, he was at Arthur's house, Arthur's home. His breath was uneven too, as he was suffocating before.

"You wanker! You almost gave me an heart attack!" Arthur said as he pressed his hand on his own chest. Alfred only watched him, still in daze.

"What... what happened?"

His forehead was wet. Upon reaching what was on his forehead, he mumbled an 'oh', and realized that Arthur had placed a wet towel on his head. Did he ran down with a fever?

"You tell me! The minute I left you alone, it seemed you were sneaking onto my valuables! How dare yo-" Arthur quickly regained his composure. Alfred smiled at this, knowing the older man was just worried about him. "I found you on the floor knocked cold. I think you're having a fever. So much for being a Hero."

"Say what?" Alfred pouted, but Arthur quickly covered himself with a whistle. Something Alfred would have done. Darn it old man.

Seeing that Arthur wasn't going to repeat himself, Alfred asked, "I thought Antonio came by. Where is he?"

"Nothing. He apparently just came to deliver some tomatoes from Spain he had brought over." Arthur stood up from the stool he had been sitting on, stretching his arms and back. Poor guy must have stayed beside him for a long time, maybe hours. "I'll make you some soup so you'll feel better."

The American nodded, his fingers involuntarily moved up to fix the glasses he did not wear at that moment. Oh, of course. He searched for his glasses and found them resting on the tableside, but then again, decided not to use it for now. It wasn't like he actually needed it.

"Hey dude."

Arthur who was busy at the kitchen, responded loudly, "I swear if you use that American slang of yours in this house, I will kick your arse out."

He chuckled. "Nah you won't."

"Swear to the lords, I will."

"Naaaaaah." Alfred laughed a little. He was having fun being the guest in this house. "...Hey, Arthur."

The Brit didn't bother to answer this time, perhaps tired of his antiques.

"I'm the happiest when I'm with you."

What follows is the sound the clacking, perhaps Arthur had dropped the plates and spoons and forks all over. Just within seconds his head appeared at the door, looking at Alfred in disbelieve.

"Excuse me?" He lifted one of his thick eyebrows.

Alfred smiled. A rare one, actually. It wasn't one of those smirks he displayed after he played his pranks, neither it was one of those cocky grins he shows as he praises himself. The smile he craved this time was... soft. And he showed that to Arthur.

"What? Did you just saw a monster or something?"

There it was, the cocky grin quickly return. Arthur let out a sigh of relief seeing this, glad of something.

"Can you make me some bacon eggs?"

Arthur looked at him again with his widen eyes. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you? That's a dish for breakfast!"

"But it's my favourite." Alfred chuckled. "Come on, can't you do it for this poor me? I have a fever too."

Damn, Alfred knew how to use the sympathetic card. Even though Arthur had became more suspicious and irritated, he knew himself that he couldn't refuse him. "Fine." He ended his sentence with a shrug and returned to the kitchen.

As he felt his energy returning, Alfred sat up on the sofa he was laid on. Woah, he can't believe the old geezer could lifted up from the second floor to the living room, considering how much he weigh and... well, how much Arthur weight. That man, compared to Alfred, was like thin as a stick!

Thin as a stick, huh... Alfred was in deep thought. Is Arthur this thin now because he never got the proper meal for himself?

And what was that dream all about? Alfred finally remembered some parts of his bizarre adventures into his childhood. It almost like it was so real and actually happened! He placed his chin onto his palm, thinking of what happened.

But dreams are dreams. As soon as Alfred woken up, he had forgotten half of what happened. But all he could remember was.

"Forget me not..." He mumbled. Yes, that was the name of that flower, wasn't it.

"Alfred, it's ready!" The voice calling for him returned him back to where he was.

"Coooooooming." He replied in a singable tone. He stood up and took his glasses. As he wore his jacket again, he sang quietly "Glitters in your eyes sparkle bright, That smile that saved me from dark..."

"You are dear to me, you are my precious, dearest..."

He was a bit surprised when he turned his head and saw Arthur at the door, staring at him.

"Even when one day we grow apart..."

"Dearest, you are precious. My heart is connected to yours... The proof of my love to you." Arthur smiled so gently as he leaned against the wall by his shoulder, with his crossed arms. "Wow. I can't believe you remember that song, Alfred. That's like..."

"A thousand years ago." Alfred laughed, and Arthur laughed along.

"Hey, ya' know, I never knew the title of the song." He looked at Arthur with an raised eyebrow, displaying his curiousity, which Arthur thought was sort of cute.

"It's Remember Me, idiot." The old man chuckled. "I can't believe you remember the lyrics but not the title."

"Oh..." Alfred nodded.

"Now alright, come on- Hey!" Alfred suddenly pulled the arm of the reluctant Brit, holding his hand with his own while his other hand held Arthur's waist. He pulled him into a dancing motion that made Arthur confused. "Alfred, what the hell-"

"Glitters in yours eyes sparkle bright!" He sang so loudly that it almost pierced into Arthur's two ears. His voice was terrible! Arthur thought.

"Alfred!"

He ignored Arthur's usual complains.

"That smile that saved me dark!"

They were dancing around the living room like it was grand ball. Arthur annoyance was gone, replaced with laughter. "What the bloody hell is going on with you?"

"You are dear to me! You are preeeecious! Dearest! You are preeeeeecious!" And then he suddenly stopped, out of breathe.

"Tired yet, smart-ass?" Arthur teased him. His emerald eyes met Alfred's.

"Yeah." He laughed, still catching his breath. "Now I think I'm ready to have that bacon eggs."

"Sure, sure." Arthur pulled himself away and patted Alfred's stiff shoulder.

"Hey, Arthur."

"What now?" Arthur did not turn to look at him.

"You know I'll never forget you."

Arthur stopped, but still did not turn. A silent smile escaped on his face. "Of course you won't." He closed his eyes, hiding the happiness he didn't felt for a long. "Wanker." With that, he continued marching to the kitchen.

As for Alfred, he couldn't help smiling, too. He looked around the living room, which was so much modern now compared to Arthur's old home. But the arrangements were still the same as he remembered back from his childhood.

Silently, he hummed the last part of his favourite song.

"My heart is connected to yours,

The proof of my love to you."

A/N : Hey! After 4 years of leaving this on hiatus, I finally decided to type out the finale! I hope it was worth the wait. I believe my writing has matured, at least a littttttle bit. I was never out of the fandom and I don't think I will ever be. I love these two so much, as brothers! Though you can still imagine them romantically if you prefer that. Thank you so much for all the feedbacks and favs for this fic! Thank you so much! Thank you! Please do leave me your opinions regarding this fic overall!