Hey guys, I'm back :D And updating at my sister's since I'm visiting her. Didn't update yesterday because it was New Year's and went to a friend's to celebrate :D So much fun. Lol, I watched the fireworks that they set off in London for 2012 New Years and damn, that's some trippy shit. I really recommend that you watch it if you really like fireworks. It was so cool…I guess that's one reason why I'm moving to London.

Yeah, I do kinda plan on moving there once I finish college :D I'll be That Annoying American just so you know XD Just kidding. I want to move to England, but when I think about it, I really love America…So I'm having a mental war. But I definitely am moving if I can rake up enough cash for it :D Oh, and I'm still taking song suggestions just so you know :P As long as you can keep sending them in, do so. I'll tell you when I'm not taking them anymore, so don't worry 'bout it ;)

So yeah, other than my unnecessary ranting, enjoy~

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December 21

Home

Hell yeah! Mattie managed to convince his mom to let us go to England! I've been working on my spelling and grammer and got so much better with the help of Mattie! Artie's gonna be so proud! Or impressed…hopefully both! I haven't told him that we're coming yet and hopefully the tabloids don't leak too much. I'm super excited!

So we're leaving pretty early tomorrow mourning. Hopefully I wake up early enough. Oh, the one thing I REALLY want to do is go on that big faris wheel, it's like, huge! Heared the lines are long though…I want to go at night too! Man, I can just see it! London at night with a nice view and Artie will be there too! I'm getting myself so excited I think I'm going to explode!

That's all for now.

-Rather nicely detailed drawing of a Ferris wheel drawn on the remaining space of the page-

Alfred closed his notebook, rather content with how nicely his writing turned out. His grammar and spelling had improved significantly ever since he got that new English teacher and the help of Matthew. He ended up hoping that he'd be able to make Arthur happy with his improved writing skills and couldn't wait to show the British guitarist that was his boyfriend.

He was currently supposed to be finishing up his packing with Matthew, but again, he had become sidetracked from the task, preferring writing in his journal over anything else—other than ravish Arthur. That sounded highly appealing at the moment.

"Yeah, I'm so excited Mattie! I get to spend Christmas and New Years with Artie!" Alfred piped excitedly as he slid off of the edge of the bed and onto the floor next to Matthew who was packing up his suitcase. "Aren't you excited?" Alfred then questioned, poking his half-brother childishly in the arm.

"Hm. Yeah, sure," Matthew grunted, a bit irritated with how many times Alfred had to say the same thing over and over. Couldn't he tell that he had already drilled the information into Matthew and Francis's heads yet? Alfred grinned and clapped his Canadian half-brother on the shoulder, cheerfully agreeing with Matthew. Matthew glanced over to his French boyfriend who simply shrugged his shoulders, not exactly bent on lending a hand.

"Where do they celebrate New Year's anyways? I know that there's a big celebration in New York's Times Square," Francis then asked as he passed Matthew a tube of toothpaste.

"Trafalgar Square," Matthew answered. "We're going to go there for New Years," he then added, straightening out his back so he was in a proper sitting position. Alfred pumped a fist into the air and whooped excitedly. Francis and Matthew glanced once more at each other, but in a more fond way.

"Hey Mattie!" Alfred grinning, slinging an arm around Matthew's shoulder and pulling him closer. "What're we gonna do in London anyways? You never really tell me this stuff man!" he continued as Matthew pushed his half-brother off of him.

"Well, we're performing six times—twice in the Barbican, twice in Hyde Park and twice at the O2," Matthew answered as he zipped his suitcase shut. "We're playing at the O2 on New Year's, but it's ending just early enough for us to make it to Trafalgar Square for New Year's," Matthew continued as he stood up before plopping himself onto the edge of his bed. "We're kinda booked, but I think we'll be able to find some time for ourselves here and there."

"Cool, that's exactly what I wanted to hear," Alfred grinned, jumping up and plopping himself down next to Matthew. "Do you think I'll have enough time to like," Alfred began twiddling his thumbs a bit shyly. "Ya know—see Artie?"

Matthew smiled and placed a hand on his half-brother's shoulder. "Yeah, you'll have plenty of time I'm sure—we're spending eight days there and we're only performing six times plus a few photo shoots," Matthew nodded his head. "Oh, and a music magazine requested a photo of us with the Big Ben in the background," Matthew added.

"I don't know what O2 or the Barbican is…or the Big Ben…"

"It's that big clock tower you ditz!"

Matthew was currently reading his book while Kiku was staring out the window and Alfred and Francis were snoozing away in their seats. Heracles was also with them, sitting next to Kiku. They were on the plane to London and quite a bit of time remained until they finally landed only to go straight off to perform in Hyde Park three hours later. The park was probably set up for their arrival yesterday and finishing touches being added today.

The Canadian glanced at the photo of Gilbert, Ludwig, Antonio, Lovino and Feliciano posing for a camera, the Brandenburg Gate in the background. Matthew figured that this was the type of photo the music magazine was requesting from them. The article announced that the group of five was to go to Hamburg before leaving Germany and going straight to Italy to perform a few times. Apparently Antonio, Lovino and Feliciano's band name was To the West.

He turned the page and a smile stretches his lips. There was an old photo of Alfred and Arthur that he was quite fond of. The two were back to back on a raised platform and their wrists were bound together with a pair of handcuffs, hanging over the edge of said raised platform and their fingers were loosely intertwined. Alfred was wearing a baggy white T-shirt and rumpled blue jeans, Arthur's outfit mirroring Alfred's. Alfred's head was slightly turned so that he was staring blankly at the camera, looking rather smart with how his glasses were slightly slipping down the bridge of his nose.

Matthew felt like showing it to Alfred, but didn't feel like waking the American at the moment. So he read the article covering their plans to perform in London. He was about to turn the page when he was stopped from doing so. "Dude, I really love that picture!" Matthew turned to glance at Alfred who was a seat behind him, peeking in between the gape in the middle of Matthew's seat and Francis's seat. "Artie seemed so…weird about holding my hand for that one!" he continued in a snicker.

"Yeah, I sure do remember that rather clearly," Matthew smiled, looking down at the photo.

"Hey Artie! Dude, this next photo shoot's gonna be so cool! The idea is us like—back to back and stuff. They say we're gonna be handcuffed together too! 'Ey, how does that sound?" Alfred grinned. Matthew, Francis and Kiku watched the two as they drove to the location of the photo shoot.

"Quit giving me that look—you're reminding me of Francis," Arthur grunted, pushing Alfred off of his shoulder, the American having leant closer to Arthur. "And being stuck with you? Doesn't sound fun…"

"Aww, come on Artie, you're so mean!" Alfred whined, heavily throwing himself onto Arthur's shoulder, the other grunting with the sudden weight that had been added to his right side.

The eventually arrived at the location and entered the building. They were greeted and were eventually brought into a stark white room with a raised platform in the middle. Alfred and Arthur were cuffed together after stepping out of the changing rooms and Francis began muttering suggestive things into Matthew's ear, making the other turn a slight shade of red and beg for the other to be quiet. The only thing Matthew remembered from the things Francis had muttered in his ear was that it was about handcuffs and having some 'fun' later. Alfred sent them a look and grinned before sticking his tongue out at Francis, mouthing the words 'you wish' to the other.

Alfred and Arthur seated themselves on the raised platform and scooted into a comfortable position. The photographers immediately started snapping photos and in the midst of it, Alfred eventually loosely intertwined his fingers with Arthur who slightly turned pink, adjusting his position and slightly tightened his grip on Alfred's hand briefly before relaxing his fingers. Matthew smiled and noticed how Arthur looked like he wanted to turn around and kiss his half-brother.

Despite Arthur's complaints later on their way back to their hotel, Matthew could tell Arthur had a bit of fun during that photo shoot.

Kiku and Heracles watched the two half-siblings chat with each other, them being in the seats across the aisle that separated them. Kiku smiled fondly at his band mates and leaned his head on Heracles's shoulder hesitantly.

They eventually landed, poor Matthew having to deal with a bored Alfred while his French boyfriend was dead to the world, snoring loudly next to the Canadian. Matthew had to shake Francis awake when they landed, the loud sound of the tires loudly making contact with the runway unable to wake the guitarist.

Then they were immediately driven off to their hotel. Matthew helped Alfred settle in while Francis, Kiku and Heracles did so in their own, in their own hotel rooms. Once they were finished, Alfred excused himself to go off to find Arthur. He knew the Brit's address since he had mailed the CD to him personally after the other had stepped out of the tour business and went back home to London.

As he walked down the busy sidewalks of London, he got slightly strange looks, but wasn't bothered. He was happy he didn't have to throw on a hat and sunglasses just to walk around town now. He was finally left alone despite the 'do I know him?' look people kept sending him. It was less occasional as well since The United Nations weren't as popular in England as they were in America.

It took him a bit of time to find the specific apartment building Arthur lived in with his large family—he had to ask around a bit, but eventually he found it. Alfred strolled in and took the stairs to the fourth floor. He then searched for the room that the Kirkland family lived in—lucky them the rooms this apartment building had were rather large according to Arthur.

Alfred grinned when he found the door he was looking for. Slightly nervously, he lifted his hand to knock on the door presented before him, stepping back a pace so the one that answered had room to open the door. Luckily, Arthur was the one who answered, just happening to be home alone. Grin widening to the point that it almost hurt, Alfred threw himself onto Arthur, wrapping his arms tightly around Arthur's torso, nuzzling his face into the Brit's hair.

Arthur had answered the door and had someone pull him into a tight hug. He was about to fight back, but was too shocked to do so and eventually, he was met with the smell of hamburger meat and leather. He wasn't sure where Alfred had begun to smell of leather, but he didn't mind. Arthur simply hugged Alfred back, burying his face in the crook of the others neck. The empty feeling he'd been having in his stomach and chest was suddenly gone and despite how cheesy that sounded, he was glad that he wasn't feeling that anymore.

"Hi Iggy."

"You could've greeted me a bit better," Arthur smiled. He wasn't sure why he and Alfred didn't talk over the phone, but he was glad that they didn't. Alfred's voice was like a privilege you weren't allowed often. The two separated, their stomachs still pressed together before Alfred leaned down to capture Arthur's lips in his own.

"Fine. Hello Arthur," Alfred smiled when they separated before leaning back down to kiss each other once more. "Would it be too cheesy for you if I said that I missed you?" he then asked once they separated once more.

"No, it's expected for us to miss the other git," Arthur answered, twirling a strand of Alfred's hair with his index finger. "So I missed you too," he continued, lifting himself slightly on the balls of his feet to kiss Alfred once more on the lips, sucking lightly on the others bottom lip.

Alfred's grin widened if it were possible and he leaned back from his boyfriend. "Kinda needy are we?"

"You're the one who started it," Arthur huffed, pressing the side of his face against Alfred's chest. "And why the hell did you come here? Matthew told me once you almost bought a ticket to England back when I moved away, before I went back to visit. Please don't tell me that you've done that," he continued, glancing up at Alfred without tilting his head back too much.

"No way," Alfred snorted. "Mattie totally convinced his mom to book us a few days here—we get to spend Christmas and New Year's together! Hey, does London like, shoot off fireworks for New Years?"

"Of course we do you git!" Arthur wailed, smacking Alfred playfully on the shoulder, pushing himself away from the American. "And might I add that they're rather impressive," he continued, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his chin up slightly so that he was staring Alfred in the eye.

"Impressive? It takes a lot to impress me when it comes to fireworks," Alfred grinned, pulling Arthur back into another embrace.

"Hm, that's nice to know. So, where are you performing?" Arthur asked, allowing himself to be hugged and kissed on the cheek. "Alfred, did you hear me?"

"Of course I did, I just didn't want to answer your question," Alfred shrugged his shoulders before leaning down to kiss Arthur again. "We're playing at…somewhere that starts with a 'B', Hyde Park and O2, twice each. We're playing in Hyde Park first in about two hours," Alfred answered, massaging the back of Arthur's head with his right hand. The guitarist hummed and closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against Alfred's chest.

Licking his lips nervously and feeling his cheeks warm up at the rather Francis-like idea that popped into his head, Alfred snuck a hand under Arthur's shirt. "Don't you have a concert in two hours?"

"We can knock a quick one no?"

"I guess we could."

Matthew glanced at the screen to his cellular. Alfred was late. Lucky them Matthew had told the other three hours instead of four so he'd come early, but apparently that hadn't worked. He was forty five minutes late. Alfred had missed rehearsal and it was fifteen minutes until show time.

With a sigh, Matthew turned to Francis with a helpless look on his face. "I don't think he'll make it, knowing him…" he announced to his French boyfriend. "I mean, when Al's late, he's super late…"

"Don't worry about it, he's also known for getting there just in the nick of time," Francis reassured in a rather carefree way.

"You could at least act a bit more concerned about our situation…" Matthew grunted, snapping his cellular shut along with pocketing it. "You're a bit too uh, careless about it for my liking," Matthew continued. Francis simply grinned and pulled Matthew closer to his side, pressing a kiss to the Canadian's cheek.

"Oh well."

"What do you mean 'oh well'?" Matthew asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Just 'oh well'," Francis answered. Apparently the French teen wasn't bent on being worried at the moment. Kiku was currently worrying for him if that were the case.

"I hope Alfred's okay," Kiku muttered, seating himself next to Matthew, clasping his hands together in his lap. Matthew sighed and nodded his head in agreement.

Ten more minutes passed and they were making final touches along with preparing themselves with announcing that the concert will be postponed for an unknown amount of time. Luckily for Matthew, who was given the task, Alfred arrived, breathless and looking like he had just crawled on his hands and knees through hurricane Katrina. "Dudes, the hero's here! No need to worry!" he laughed loudly, albeit nervously.

"And an hour late…" Matthew sighed, though it was more out of relief than irritation. "You look like a mess and is that a hickey?"

"Shut up, you did not see that!" Alfred wailed, tugging the collar of his shirt higher up his neck.

"You're hair's a mess too."

"You're being difficult Mattie!" Alfred whined as he attempted to straighten out his hair. "Okay fine, I kinda got busy and…stuff happened…" Francis snorted, holding back his 'I told you so' laughter and Alfred whipped his head to glare at the French teen. "Shut up!"

"I'm afraid that I cannot," Francis grinned, rubbing his bottom lip with his knuckles, still holding back his laughter. "So, where is our dear Arthur anyways?"

"Dude totally got knocked out…" Alfred muttered, leaning closer to Francis so Matthew or Kiku couldn't hear their conversation. Francis snorted once more. "What the hell is up with you and that sound?"

"What? I'm just trying not to laugh at you—how many did you manage to get out of him?"

"Shut up," Alfred grunted, smacking Francis roughly upside his head. The guitarist simply grinned broadly at the American before restating his question. "Why the hell do you want to know?"

"Oh, just making sure…"

"Like hell you are," Alfred huffed, leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes. "Man, I missed rehearsal didn't I? Damn it…"

"Yes, in fact you did miss rehearsal," Francis answered matter-of-factly. "I'm sure you and Arthur had enough fun though."

"We did it three times—there you happy? Now quit being such a—a Francis," Alfred hissed, turning red at the confession. Francis simply grinned and leaned back in his seat in a content manner. "Oh man, I'm going to mess this concert up so bad…" Alfred then groaned, placing his head in both hands which were propped up by the elbows on his knees.

"Oh hush Alfred," Matthew announced his presence, Alfred having briefly forgotten that his half-brother was there. "We'll do fine," he continued in reassurance. "Don't be such a pessimist."

"I'm not being a pessimist…"

"I don't care if you are or aren't, now come on guys, we have to get a concert to perform," Matthew stood up.

"Okay fine," Alfred sighed, standing up as well along with Francis and Kiku. "For once, I can't wait for a concert to be done already…"

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Total epic failure here…God, this one reeks of stinkage. Lol, that's something ThousandYearFlyer00 came up with one day when they were super mad at a game they were playing. So yeah, this chapter's kind of fillerish as well eh? Oh well, things will pick up again pretty soon. So please review, love to hear what you have to say and peace out my friends :D