Things went out of control since Alfred and America came back from their visit to Arthur's place.

Time skip started happening all over the place, and before Alfred knew it, America was no longer the small boy, he's grown straight into a teenager. England's came and gone several times as the time skip happened, each time looking more surprised to see America grow. Surprised, but happy; his lovely little brother's growing up to be a fine man.

Alfred on the other hand, couldn't help but feel the fear growing in his heart. He was never particularly good at remembering things, but he knew that American's just about reaching the age when he would start thinking about his independence. Knowing it, however, wouldn't change anything. So he waited in painful silence as he prayed for time to pass as slowly as possible.

But time's got things all planned out, and Alfred knew that things were about to turn sour when France showed up in front of them.

"What are you doing here?" Alfred asked, restraining himself from glaring at the guest. Question aside, he knew what France was here for. After all, he could clearly remember France coming to him to talk about being independent.

"Bonjour, my friend." Slightly lifting his hat, France was ignorant to Alfred's obvious annoyance towards him. "Is America home? I have some business to talk to him about."

Alfred raised an eyebrow, half expecting France to comment about the fact that he hard hardly aged compared to America. Then he remembered the long explanation about how 'people of this time frame won't notice any change because of time skips' by Arthur. Alfred had to admit that he didn't understand half of what Arthur was blabbering about, but he figured that it probably meant something along the line of "they are half retarded and won't realize that you are actually a country even though you don't age like a human".

That aside...

"Follow me." Holding the door for France to enter the house, Alfred had to once again restrain himself from shutting the door right in the French man's face. Even though he really wanted to change things, even though he would rather eat Arthur's deadly cooking for the rest of his life than to let France in, there's nothing he could do. What must happen will happen. That and the fact that Arthur would probably kill him if he try anything funny.

With Arthur's threat constantly ringing in his mind, Alfred managed to bring France to America's study room in one piece.

"France, you are surprisingly on time for once." Greeting his guest with a smile, America said as he motioned for France to enter the study.

"Looks like eyebrow did affect you with his foul tongue after all." Sighing, France shrugged it off and entered the study.

Seeing that his job here was done, Alfred was just about to leave and see Arthur when America stopped him.

"... Alfred, may we have a talk with you?" America asked as his temporary-guardian-of-some-sort paused in his tracks and looked back at him.

Then, pointing a finger at himself, Alfred asked with a confused look. "Me?"

America nodded and pointed his hand towards the room. Knowing that this was probably something that he couldn't avoid, Alfred sighed and entered the room, taking a seat beside Francis. America closed the door behind him and moved to sit in his seat, facing the other two.

"Simply put, I've decided to go to war with England."

Arthur was tending to his garden when the little fairy almost literally bang into him as she rushed to deliver her message. Skidding to a halt in the air, the fairy struggled to speak between her frantic gasping for air as she made a mental note not to rush like that again.

Seeing this, Arthur smiled helplessly and held out a hand. The fairy immediately plopped herself on his hand and rested there, resting her tired wings as she took in deep breaths.

"There's really no need to hurry you know. You might just swallow a bug in your way." Arthur joked with a slight smile, chuckling a bit when the fairy managed to take the energy to roll her eyes at him.

Both of them knew that she's way too small to swallow a bug. Bump into one maybe, but definitely not eat on by accident.

"Now's not the time for jokes!" having caught her breath, the fairy shot up and protested with knitted eyebrows. "Arthur, America had-"

"It must be tiring for you to fly this fast. Come on in, I'll get you a strawberry." Taking the gardening gloves off, he nodded towards the house, inviting the fairing in.

"But you don't get it! He's-"

"I guess I'll make myself a cup of tea too." He smiled to himself and gave the garden a glance. "That's quite the progress for a single day."

"Arthur!" Having lost her patience, the fairy flew right beside the ash blonde's ear and shouted, hoping to get his attention this time.

Arthur simply stopped after that. He didn't continue to walk, nor did he talk. He just stood on the spot quietly, the once carefree smile turned into a rueful one. The fairy did not talk either as she simply rested on Arthur's shoulder, silently keeping Arthur company.

She knew that she had done something horrible. She understood that it was cruel of her to force him to face what he wanted to avoid. But still... She lowered her head with a sigh, both guilty and sorry for Arthur.

"I know." Arthur finally broke the heart breaking silence between the two. The fairy looked up at him with wide shocked eyes. He knew? From who?

"I knew it from the start and I heard it when America told Alfred about his decision." Fishing his cell phone out from his pocket, Arthur showed it to the fairy, the other soon understood what happened.

At the back of the cell phone was a black mark the size of a thumbnail, shaped like the left wing of a butterfly. There's no doubt that it was another one of Arthur's spell. She's seen Arthur used it before, and the spell basically one-way connects two objects or people. The receiver would carry the left wing mark, and the giver would carry the right wing mark. The receiver would be able to share senses with the giver, and see or/and hear what the giver sees and hear. The giver, however, would not be share what the receiver see or hear. She didn't need much thinking to know who the right wing mark was with.

The question was, when?

"I placed it on his cell phone when i had the chance to and gave it to him when he first visited." As if he had read her mind, the Brit started explaining slowly. "You're right. Even though He doesn't need my help, even though I know that fact better than anyone. I still can't help it but try to protect him quietly."

Of course, Alfred haven't quite needed his help, but his little spell did prove helpful when he managed to hear the full conversation between America, Alfred and France. To be honest, he was.. pleasant surprised.

Arthur lowered his head, smiling to himself.

"...Are you going to do anything?" The fairy asked carefully in a soft tone.

"Of course I am. Come on, I still want my cup of tea." Lifting his head again to smile at the fairy, he started walking towards his house, carrying the fella on his shoulder. "There's no use in doing anything." He muttered between the two of them.

"What must happen, will happen."

I told you guys to be mentally prepared.I totally did. It's so painful to write this urrg. /cringes/

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