Arthur and Alfred were slowly coming back to the camp. It had started snowing halfway through the burial and now the ground was frosted over with the white powder. The pain in Arthur's chest got steadily worse so he was relying on Alfred to keep him upright.

"That's where you two went!" Matthias sighed and came up to the two as they neared the camp. "We were looking for you!"

"What? It's not like we'll get kidnapped," Alfred shrugged. "The war's over, remember?"

"Well, the cold's obviously not doing him any favors," Matthias pointed at Arthur. He actually was having a hard time keeping up with Alfred because of all this pain. "Besides, he's been up and moving for a while. I think he should probably get some rest."

"Then we'll get some sleep," Alfred stated.

"Thanks," Arthur winced at the pain slightly.

"We're leaving pretty close to sunrise tomorrow," Matthias stated and started walking away. But he stopped and turned around, giving them one last thought. "And, Queenie, I'm gonna have to insist that you ride in that carriage we'll be giving you."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Arthur laughed slightly. If just walking around calmly like this brought him so much pain, he was not going to insist on walking all the way back to the castle.

"Here," Alfred yawned as they started towards their tent. "I'm a little tired, too."

"So you really have been doing work," Arthur grinned. "I didn't know you were capable of that."

"Hey," Alfred whined. "You're so mean to me sometimes. I could easily just drop you in the snow out here and make you crawl into our tent."

"And I know you wouldn't do that," Arthur smiled calmly.

"Maybe," Alfred sighed as they entered the tent. Arthur quickly took his chance to sit down on their pile of blankets. "So…do you think Ella's ghost is still in here?"

"Alfred, you're such an idiot," Arthur shook his head, laughing.

"And you're a meanie," Alfred stuck his tongue out at him and sat down next to him. "I'm cold."

"Well, that's what we have all these blankets for," Arthur laughed.

Alfred let out a deep, long yawn, stretching his arms out. "Can we just shut up and sleep now? My banter's not gonna be that good when I'm this tired."

"Fine," Arthur smiled and gave Alfred a quick peck before they started moving the blankets around to get to sleep.

Arthur woke up feeling very warm. His face was freezing, he couldn't feel his nose or his ears, but he rest was very warm. He supposed that was because of the blankets. But, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was very wrong.

Alfred was lying on top of him, his arms on either side of him. His head was resting calmly on his collarbone, and he was snoring happily. There were blankets over them, too, which was probably what was making Arthur so warm.

"Alfred," Arthur sighed. He couldn't exactly move with all of Alfred's weight on top of him. He couldn't even move his arms out from under Alfred. "I can't move, love."

But Alfred just kept snoring.

"Alfred," Arthur groaned and tried to wriggle out, from underneath Alfred. But that caused a small spurt of pain in his chest, so he had to stay still. "Move your bloody fat arse."

"Well, you could be a little nicer," Alfred snickered, staying where he was, but moving his head so that his chin rested near Arthur's neck.

"Don't tell me you were awake," Arthur sighed.

"Matthias came in earlier to tell us to wake up. I figured that I could give you a few more minutes," Alfred smiled.

"Then could you get the hell off me?" Arthur chuckled, shaking his head.

"Nah, I'm kinda comfy," Alfred laughed.

"Yes, well my chest is already in pain," Arthur sighed. "I don't need your crushing weight to make it worse."

"But I don't wanna move," Alfred whined.

"I'm not above using a spell to get you off," Arthur threatened.

"I'm moving," Alfred sighed and quickly moved so that he was off Arthur.

"Thank you," Arthur smiled and slowly shifted himself so that he sat up. It hurt his chest a little, but he dealt with it.

"So," Alfred stood up. "Ready to go back home?"

"As I'll ever be," Arthur sighed.

"We get to put our crowns on again," Alfred laughed.

"Where did those go, by the way?" Arthur asked.

"I think they put them in our carriage for the ride back," Alfred smiled. "Oh, and I have your clock, if you want it back."

"I think I might," Arthur smiled up at him.

"Do you need help standing up?" Alfred laughed slightly.

"That would be appreciated, yes," Arthur nodded.

"Here," Alfred held out his hand and Arthur held onto it with his right hand. Gently, Alfred pulled him up and it took a few moments for Arthur to right himself. "You good now?" Alfred asked, handing Arthur his clock.

"Yes, thank you," Arthur nodded, putting the clock in his pocket.

"I'm gonna start getting our stuff ready to leave," Alfred said and turned to the map and folding it.

"I feel like I should help," Arthur sighed.

"Nope," Alfred stated. "You're not supposed to exert yourself. Amelia said so."

"I know that," Arthur sighed. "It's a shame I don't know any housekeeping spells."

"I'm surprised you don't know those," Alfred laughed and Arthur scoffed.

"Ella didn't exactly teach me everything," Arthur rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"It's fine," Alfred smiled, finishing his folding. "It's just that putting the tent down will kind of suck…"

"You could ask for help, love," Arthur smiled and Alfred set to work folding their pile of blankets.

"Nah, I got this," Alfred stated.

"Whatever you say," Arthur chuckled, shaking his head.

It didn't take too long for Alfred to get everything together and carry it all out with one go.

"It looks like you're holding a bit too much there," Arthur laughed as they stepped out of the tent and Alfred started towards the small line of carriages that people were loading things into.

"Dude, I'm fine," Alfred laughed, but Arthur noticed him shift uncomfortably.

"Do your arms still hurt?" Arthur asked.

"Nope," Alfred shook his head quickly, a little too quickly, Arthur noted.

"Are you just too proud to admit that you're in pain?" Arthur teased.

"Dude, if I was still in pain, I don't think I would be carrying this," Alfred laughed.

"Whatever you say," Arthur sighed as Alfred stopped in front of a carriage with an open door. He easily unloaded everything and turned towards Arthur.

"Do you wanna watch me take down the tent, too?" Alfred laughed.

"I have nothing else to do," Arthur chuckled.

"Actually," Lukas' voice stated and walked up next to the two, "I should probably see if I can do any more for your wound."

"Oh, right," Arthur nodded. He had almost allowed himself to forget about his wound.

"I'll probably still be working on the tent by the time you get back," Alfred laughed and started towards their tent again.

"What else is there for you to do?" Arthur asked Lukas.

"I could heal your skin so that there is no chance of your stitches popping," Lukas stated.

"Right," Arthur nodded. "Anywhere in particular you would want to do it?"

"Magic is magic no matter where you do it," Lukas stated and Arthur nodded. Lukas closed his eyes in concentration and started muttering a spell Arthur didn't know. It definitely wasn't Latin, so Arthur had to wonder which language he was using for it. While he was incanting, Lukas reached his hand out and lightly touched Arthur's chest, right on his wound. Upon the touch, Arthur winced from the pain, but suddenly, the pain was gone. It was replaced by a warm feeling that spread throughout his entire chest. He felt something like a stirring in his wound. And then Lukas stopped his spell, dropping his hand.

Pain returned to his chest the second he stopped touching him. It was the same pain as before, but he did feel different. A little better, if anything.

"Try feeling it," Lukas stated, looking very tired.

"Right," Arthur nodded and moved his hand to gently rub over where the wound previously was. With the hole previously in his chest, she should have felt an indent. But all he felt was smooth skin underneath the bandages. "What language was that?"

"Norse," Lukas stated. "Their magic is better for healing purposes. Sadly, no healing spell is perfect, so you will still feel pain. For about as long as it would take the wound to heal naturally."

"So, for a while, I take it?" Arthur chuckled.

"Yes," Lukas nodded. "But I do suggest you don't overexert yourself. The magic is still working. If you do too much, the wounds can still appear again."

"Right," Arthur nodded. "I understand."

"That means you can't walk all the way back to the castle," Lukas stated.

"I was told before by Matthias," Arthur smiled. "I don't think I would want to with this pain."

"Good," Lukas stated and then walked away.

Arthur subconsciously reached his hand to feel for the wound again and started towards the tent. It was currently half dismantled and Alfred was tangled up in it.

"I leave you alone for 5 minutes and you have this happen to you?" Arthur chuckled, shaking his head, as he came up to him.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Alfred laughed and seemed to be struggling to get out without tearing the tent.

"Here, let me help you," Arthur knelt to the ground beside him and started moving the tent around.

"Hey, that tickles!" Alfred started laughing and kicking around.

"Stop moving," Arthur laughed and eventually got Alfred's legs untangled.

"Then you should stop doing that," Alfred laughed. All of his moving around was making it worse. The other half of the tent collapsed on top of them.

"My God, Alfred," Arthur laughed. "You're hopeless."

"I'm sorry," Alfred let out a laugh, too. "But I think this is your fault."

"How is this my fault?" Arthur moved a piece of the tent off his head and stared at Alfred.

"I was doing perfectly fine before you came in," Alfred teased, poking Arthur's face.

"Are you two done yet?" Matthias asked as he walked up to the two.

"Um, not quite," Alfred smiled sheepishly.

"You can blame this idiot for that," Arthur laughed, untangling himself easily and standing up.

"You two are so hopeless," Matthias shook his head. "Alfred, just get yourself out, I'll help you."

"Who said I needed your help?" Alfred said as he got himself out of his own mess.

"Your state tells me enough," Matthias grinned and held out a hand to help Alfred up. "And you should be headed to your carriage, Queenie. We'll be heading out as soon as Alfred gets his tent cleaned up."

"Right, then," Arthur nodded, still laughing slightly. He started towards the Royal carriage. He could see all the soldiers around him just talking about going home and what they'll do. Some smiled at him and Arthur curved up a smile in return. He wasn't used to people being this kind to him. His brothers were never exactly nice to him in the first place, and then there was the entire kingdom hating him for being a male Queen and insane. But this seemed to change nearly everything.

Arthur smiled contently to himself as he stepped into the carriage and took a seat.

It's kind of funny, now that I've reread this chapter to edit it...I've noticed that absolutely nothing has happened... Yay filler chapter! I felt kind of bad for my Enland plushie earlier because one of his seams popped. Then I had to go into surgery and it was my first time sewing... Must have been painful... Anyway! Next chapter, they come back to the castle!

Please review! Only three chapters left and, by the end of the day, I will have finished up writing everything!