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"Are you still okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm perfectly fine, bloody hell, Alfred. Stop worrying so much." Alice snapped.

He pouted and pulled away from her, standing a good foot and a half from her. "Fine then, it's not like you got shot or anything."

Alice frowned, feeling herself become dizzy as soon as his support vanished. "I didn't say you had to go all the way over there." She blushed.

The prince huffed, but replaced his hands on her, helping her enough so she wouldn't fall. She was recovering well, they said, but there would still be a while until she was completely back to normal. They had finally said she could walk around today and begin to return to her own bedroom, rather than the room in the hospital hall that she had spent the last month and a week staying in. Although she hadn't been awake for most of it, it had been miserable. She hated being stuck alone like that. Alfred and her parents had visited as much as they could, but they still had their own duties to worry about.

"Well, where do you want to go first? I think your parents are in a meeting and mine are talking to some people at home." Alfred explained. It was still odd to hear him talk about his parents and Americana, but he had completely fallen into the habit of it. She guess he got used to it in the month she had been out.

"I don't really care. I'm just happy to see something outside of that room." Alice answered.

He hummed, then his eyes lit up. "Oh, I know who we can go see!" The prince led her down the halls, knowing the castle quite well from his time as a guard.

Alice suddenly realized that he would never be that now. He was a prince, he had more important things to do than work as a guard and spend the afternoons with her. She wondered what he was going to do when things got settled. Would he finally go home?

They stopped in front of one of the guest rooms and Alfred knocked quickly. They waited a long second before the door cracked open and nearly violet eyes peered at them. "Hey Mads! Can we come in?"

The Americana princess rolled her eyes but opened the door wider. "Sure. Hi, Alice."

The Britannian had forgotten about Madeline. Of course, Alfred was her brother now. He had always been.

They walked inside the room, a guest bedroom that looked a little more lived in now. The closet was cracked, showing several Americanan style dresses and a mess of heels and flats. There were a few books and papers stacked on the dresser along with another stack of papers on the night stand.

Alfred helped her to sit on the bed and then plopped down at head of the bed. Madeline sat on the other side of Alfred, the bed being so large that there was no problem fitting them all on together.

"I heard about your injuries, I hope you're okay now." Madeline continued.

"Oh, yes, I'm doing much better." Alice returned, playing with her fingers, suddenly she felt nervous in the siblings' presence.

"Yeah, I'm sorry you had to deal with him so long." Madeline said, pointed at Alfred. "I've only known him for about a month now and I'm already done."

The prince looked offended, looking to Alice as if to ask her if she believed this. "Hey! I thought you were a pretty good sister but I guess I was wrong."

"I rathered being an only child." Madeline responded. Alice blinked, watching the two fight. She had been convinced they were serious until Madeline bursted out laughing, distracting Alfred from whatever he had been saying. "You know were kidding right?" The princess asked, watching Alice's bewildered expression.

"Oh." Alfred began to laugh too, looking at Alice rather than his sister. Their laughs were identical, the princess realized.

"Gosh, Alice, you actually thought we hated each other?" He asked.

The blond shrugged. "I didn't know, I've never seen you together!"

"Well, there were all your birthday parties." Madeline smiled. "But no, I guess I like Al. At least I don't have to be queen now."

"That's the only reason you want me around, huh?"

"No, I need you to get stuff off the high shelves when Dad's not around."

"Look how loved I am."

"No wait!" Madeline suddenly jumped up. She crawled over to the nightstand and grabbed the stack of papers. "Look what Mom and Dad had, I found them in their room this morning."

Alice realized that they weren't papers, but photos. Colored photos of the Americana royal family, she noticed as Madeline spread them out on the plush covers. Photos of all of them, one with just the queen and king smiling, one with a younger Madeline in a obnoxiously pink gown, one with a young Alfred sitting on a throne far too big for him with a large grin. The photos made them seem like just a normal family, one you'd see in an ad rather than on a throne. Not one that was royalty. Not one who had lost their son.

The Britannian picked up a photo of Alfred, he looked just about eight. He was grinning at whoever taking the photo, probably his mother or father. Alice glanced back at Madeline and Alfred, laughing over a candid shot of their father making a weird face.

She smiled at the two. After all those missing years, it seemed that they still could be that family again.