A small blue blur zoomed through the darkening sky faster than the eye could see as it raced towards a certain Irishman and Scotsman, the blue woman's' wings increasing in speed as she thought back to the blonde man she was trying to save. Everyone was depending on her, she couldn't let them down now.

'Master Arthur seemed more upset than usual today, It's like he is giving up again….' She thought as she began to lose herself within her thoughts. 'No, he can't be giving up now, not after all he has been through… then again… maybe it's all catching up with him now' Small tears began to gather in her bright eyes at this thought.

"I need to get to Master Shawn!" She screeched out, ordering herself to hurry up. It felt like hours before the blue fairy managed to find the two red heads she had been looking for. Something about them was.. off though. Almost as if they themselves had grown darker spiritually. When the blue fae managed to get closer, cupping her small hands around her mouth, taking a deep breath she bellowed out.

"Master Alba! Master Shawn!" Her voice was shockingly loud for a girl her size, it was a wonder that the normal humans hadn't heard her. Turning their heads slightly both Celtic countries allowed the look of shock and bewilderment cross over their features as they stared at the fae woman in front of them, however those feeling didn't last for long as the brothers finally recognized who it was. The blue woman always seemed to be somewhere around Alba, which is why neither brother thought it was out of the ordinary for her to show up now.

Holding his hand out Alba quickly opened his palm, offering the tired girl a place to rest and catch her breath. Swooping down, the blue girl immediately took Scotland up on his silent offer, sitting down on the extended palm, she tried to catch her breath before informing the brothers of the dilemma. Her tiny hands reached up to fix her tasseled hair, not wanting to look like a mess in front of her crush, a small blush gracing her face as she realized that both red headed men were staring at her intently.

"So what is it you needed to inform us of that was so important that you needed to fly all the way down from one end of the country to the other, hmm Bluebell?" Alba asked, one eyebrow raising slightly to try and make the small girl calm down slightly.

'She looks terrified… what the hell happened' Shawn's mind wondered as he gazed at the blue fairy over his elder brother's shoulder. Taking a deep breath, the fae now identified as Bluebell prepared herself to deliver her message.

"Master. Shawn, you are needed back at Master. Arthur's house. He has gone into the room of memories!" Her voice held desperation as she ordered the Irishman to return 'home', not noticing the shared look of confusion the brothers displayed.

"What the hell is this 'room of memories'?" Shawn questioned, his words drenched in worry and aggravation, wasn't Cymru with their youngest? why wasn't he helping him?

Bluebell's face darkened in shade's as she came to a realization, nobody outside of Arthur's home knew about the 'room of memories'. Fiddling with her fingers, her nerves getting to her slightly, the small blue fae decided that it would be best to answer the young masters now before their worries got the best of them.

"o-oh, erm, right.. you two don't know what this is.. silly me, ha ha ah" coughing Bluebell gathered her bearings so that she could explain "Right, the room of memories is where Master. Arthur keeps all of his treasured belongings, things that hold the most, well, memories for him. Like his guitar that we fae made him and some of t-the wooden soldiers that he made the young America… He only goes into that room when he feels upset or wants to 'leave this world' so to speak.." Shifting her gaze slightly, Bluebell looked up at the two brothers as they processed the new information. Alba was the first to snap out of his shocked stupor.

"WHAT! Where the hell is Wales in all of this? " He roared in annoyance, his fists balled tightly in an attempt to ease his anger.

"Erm, Master. Arthur sent Master. Cymru to the world conference a day early, along with his sons… so Master. Arthur is currently home alone, well if you don't count Sir. Bunny and we fae" the small female muttered out, trembling due to the fear which her crush had installed into her from his loud outburst.

"Why the hell weren't we informed of this before? One of us could have stayed behind with Artie!" Alba growled out again, trying to calm down a bit when he noticed how shaken his fae friend was, however as soon as this question left his throat, her posture changed almost instantly. A small twitch itching in her left eye in annoyance, Bluebell confidently answered the question, her own anger clear as the words came out in a rough voice.

"Oh, that is because it was apparently only decided last night, the fae and Sir. Bunny didn't know anything about the arrangement until a few hours ago Master. Alba or we would have informed you earlier, since the travelling time only extends the amount of time in which Master. Arthur has been alone, we really need to get going! Master. Shawn needs to return NOW, Cherry top can only keep his 'Little bunny' distracted for so long!" The shear urgency within the small fairy's voice seemed to snap the brothers into action.

Quickly both red heads sprinted towards Alba's car, hopping in and slamming their doors shut. Scotlands' eyes shone with worry as he kicked the car into gear, shoving his foot roughly against the gas pedal he forced his car to start, the tires skidding widely on the floor as the brothers shot off in an attempt to clear the distance between themselves and their youngest in record time. Both men sharing a common thought as they zoomed past pedestrians and cars alike;

'Please let me get there in time!'

In the rush, neither red head noticed the text message which Alba's phone received

Meanwhile…..

Upon entering his hotel room, Cymru couldn't help the nagging feeling that something was going to wrong. Sure he was worried about his twin, but he always worried about his brothers, it was like a second nature to him now. But this, this feeling was different, it was a feeling of dread. The knots kept tangling themselves around in his stomach.

'Maybe I should stay near the boys, just in case…' The welsh man summed up in his head, sneaking out of his room in search of his nephews. It didn't take long to find the three boys, considering how loud America could be, Cymru soon located the three boys alone in the cafeteria. Cringing, Wales slipped into a chair near the group unnoticed by his loud American nephew, placing an drink order so that he didn't seem too suspicious, Cymru tilted his head slightly so that he could hear his nephews conversations.

"Hey guys can I tell you something?"

'That sounds like America, although, It seems kinda quiet for him' Cymru thought, his curiosity peaked. Knowing that Keith and Matthew would both encourage their 'Brother', Wales couldn't help but mentally cheer them on so that he could hear what Alfred wanted to say.

"Well, I kinda need your help… I am gonna confess to Iggy- I mean Arthur during the meeting and I-" A slapping noise echoed throughout the cafeteria, followed by an angry Australian roar.

"NO! I refuse to help you win mums heart! You will only break it again!" The blonde Welshman felt a shiver run down his spine as the temperature in the room fell dramatically, the tension raising with each passing second.

"I-I… I Did no such thing! you're lying you stupid twat! I only left because I had to leave! It was what was best for everyone!.. It didn't hurt him that much, I best he celebrated the fact that I left"

'Shit' Cymru mentally cursed, this conversation was heading down the slippery slope to a fight breaking out.

"How dare you! You spoilt brat! You dare to think that leaving him didn't fucking affect him!"

"I know it didn't affect him! when I went back to get my stuff he was fine! Whenever the 1st July comes around he is fine! I don't hurt people! I am the HERO"

"HE WAS NOT FINE!" the anger could be felt as it leaked out of Keith's body, it was only a matter of time now. "Are you so blind that you couldn't see the tears in his fucking eyes when you came to get your stuff, oh wait, YOU didn't collect it! You sent the Frog to get your stuff for you! And do you REALLY not see how mum always disappears for a while whenever that time comes around! YOU FUCKING BROKE HIM! YOU'RE NOT A HERO! YOU. ARE. A VILLAN!" By the end of the shouting match, both boys were huffing and puffing, the tension around them was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

In his final fit of rage, Keith picked up the table In front of him, flipping it over with a wild anger filled cry. Watching as their drinks flew across the room before he stormed out of the room, standing quickly, Cymru chased after his brunet nephew , glancing back just in time to watch Matthew tenderly hug his enraged brother.

'they'll be fine' Wales thought, running out of the dining area, quickly typing a message on his phone as he went

Alba: - Get to the meeting NOW! Keith and Alfred had a huge fight. Can't handle this on my own, I need back up! HURRY! - Cymru

'They had better get here in time' Wale's mind prayed as he ventured towards his enraged nephew location, tracking his back to the Australians' room, taking a deep breath Cymru entered the room.

"Keith?" glancing around the room, Cymru's eyes finally landed on his sobbing nephews form. Leaping into action, the elder nation cleared the distance between him and the young boy, enveloping him in a loving embrace he quickly began cooing him, whispering sweet words of comfort into his ears while rubbing small circles on his back.

'it's funny to think I was doing the same thing last week with my brawd' Cymru's mind joked weakly as he waited for the small nation to calm down, which didn't seem to be happening anytime soon. The two nations just sat their quietly, as Keith's sobs slowly began to fade, turning into small hiccups.

"W-why did he h-hurt mummy s-so much! Why d-does he think h-he can have mummy's h-heart? Why?"

"I…. I don't know" Cymru muttered, noticing that Keith's breathing had steadied out a bit. Glancing down, Wales couldn't help but smile softly as he gazed upon his nephews sleeping face.

'Alba, Shawn… Arthur. You had better all get here soon, I have a feeling that this meeting is gonna go to hell' The blonde man couldn't help but beg as he settled against the wall, keeping a protective grip on Australia's sleeping form