I am so sorry that this chapter took me so long! I was doing NaNoWriMo and it literally took every bit of my writing time. I kept trying to write for this story, but I just had no time to!

In good news though, I managed to create a bunch of new details for this story, some plot twists and just other general things. Well anyways I don't want to keep you guys from the next chapter!

Enjoy!

Kiku decided not ten steps into the woods that he didn't like being out here. It was too dark, it reminded him too much of the manga he read late at night, and he constantly felt like he was being watched. It didn't help at all that he was next to last, and Ivan seemed to be freaking out as well, and Ivan kept stepping on the back of his heels in an effort to make him move faster. If Kiku was ruder like Lovino, he would turn around and snap at the man behind him. But alas, he didn't want to start a fuss and make everyone upset.

'How much longer?' he thought to himself. They had been walking for barely five minutes but already Kiku just wanted to go back and sleep for a couple of hours. Maybe eating all of that pizza wasn't as good as he thought it would be. His stomach felt like there was a dead weight on it with all the food he ate and all the soda as well. Why they let Alfred go on these crazy adventures and drag them along he had no idea.

He stumbled along the path, his foot catching on a rather large rock. Ivan reach out and held his shoulder to make sure that his friend didn't fall. He mumbled a thank you to his friend, but kept moving forward as if nothing had happened. Ivan didn't seem to upset about Kiku's short reply, but really all Kiku wanted to do was just go back to Alfred's house and sleep for a couple days. Or at least until school started again so that he wouldn't miss class.

"Are we lost?" Matthew suddenly asked. Everyone paused in their tracks, looking around as if that would answer the question that had been posed.

"What? Matthew you are crazy. We are so not lost!" Alfred exclaimed with a laugh. Everyone just stared at him. They knew that laugh after so many years of hearing it when Alfred would get called out in school and he didn't know the answer.

"Great. Just fucking great! The fatass got us lost!" Lovino complained, leaning his body heavily against a tree. Feliciano looked just as exhausted, but he didn't lean against a tree like his brother. He actually sat down on the ground himself.

"We're not lost guys!" Alfred yelled back with a stomp of his foot. Birds screeched and flew away, escaping into the night air where it was less corrupted with thier voices.

"Then where are we?" Feliciano asked from his place on the ground. Alfred paused for one long second, looking around as if the tree held his answers. Lovino was just getting ready to say some witty retort when Alfred replied.

"There's a path right here. Come on guys it's like we're on the path of something big!"

And with that he took of down the road without another glance back to see if they were following. Of course they did end up following him down the way, but not without a ton of complaints and dragging footsteps. Everyone pretty much knew that they were lost at this point, but they thought that they might as well go and ahead and let Alfred burn off a bit of energy before they tried to find their way home.

The path was long and spindly, but at least it wasn't completely overgrown with bushes and grass. It actually looked to them as if someone had gone traveling through it recently (and by recently I mean at least a couple of years), so they didn't have to go tromping through it as though they were barbarians. Still it was a lot of work for the two Italians who looked about dead asleep on their feet already.

"Guys! Guys come quick! Look I remember now!" Alfred screamed. He had disappeared through some branches and shouted joyously back at them. Everyone looked at each other for one long moment before Matthew took the last step forward and went through the branches just as Alfred had before him. Everyone followed suit after him.

An old, and very familiar, sight greeted them. It was the same carousel that they had come across years ago, only this time, as many years had passed, it was now more worn down by the elements, more sun damaged, and more over taken by vegetation. Yet it still had the same things that were there before, like all their painting and fixing supplied were still littered on the old carousel, and none of the rides had disappeared in their absence of a couple years. The more that they stared, the more that old memories returned to the surface of their minds.

"I never thought we would see this place again," Ivan voiced. It didn't have to be said how much everyone else agreed with them.

Slowly, they went through and rediscovered the old park once again. Now that they were older, everything looked a lot smaller than it had before, but other than that small detail nothing else had really changed. They looked over the old swings that looked like candy canes and tried to see if the chains would still hold weight. Turns out that they didn't, as Matthew found out the hard weight. While there wasn't much else in the park, the main attraction of the carousel was what really caught their eyes.

It was as battered and dusty as they remembered. Their companions were still standing in place, though they were much more sun bathed and cracked than they were before. The centaurs still wore the same clothes as before, still held the same poses as before, and still looked the same as before. Though they didn't know what they were expecting, but it was not that. For it really was that when they took their first steps into the clearing and they expected to see everything changed about the place.

They walked along the old and creaking wood of the carousel floor, stopping in front of the same centaurs that they had chosen all those years before. The only difference from now and then, was that when they stood in front of the centaurs that they hadn't seen in years, they were even in height, maybe a bit taller or shorter depending on how tall they had grown. Matthew, Ivan, and Alfred were all taller than their centaurs, but Kiku, Lovino, and Feliciano were all shorter than their centaurs.

"I remember now. Mine was named Antonio," Lovino spoke up. He sounded so relaxed, caught up in his memory.

"Heracles. You haven't changed one bit."

"Gilbert."

"Ludwig! Hey Matteo do you think ours could be brothers? They look similar."

"Yao."

"...I can't remember."

Everyone stared at Alfred in shock. He couldn't remember? Yet he was the one who found this place the first time, as well as the second time. Maybe it would come back with time.

"I'm sure you'll remember soon," Ivan said, going over to his friend and patting his back. Alfred nodded, but his stature was more slouched, his eyes a bit dull. The air around him radiated sadness, making everyone else's former feelings of joy recede a bit.

They moved around, and saw where they had left their marks previously. How there were paint marks from last time when they began to repaint. There were sandpaper marks, and little dents all around from clumsy child hands working diligently. Lovino went and opened the old paint cans, not expecting much and receiving it in turn.

"Paints gone dry. Only a couple of the paintbrushes are still usable, though with their state they'll do more harm than good," he announced.

"I can't find anymore sandpaper, it probably got washed away with the weather," Feliciano said.

They looked at once another again. Small smiled gathering on their faces. Alfred still stood in his place in front of his centaur, a frown decorating his features so unlike everyone else's.

"Are we really gonna do this?" Ivan asked. There was hope in his voice, easily heard through his tone.

"Feli and I can get the supplies," Lovino announced, his own enthusiasm gathering just under the skin.

"Weekends are free now that we're seniors," Matthew added on.

"I have a car, we can always come her on other times as well," Kiku pieced in.

"So, we're gonna do this?" Ivan clarified. Everyone nodded, smiling like school girls.

Alfred was the only one who didn't say anything. But he was paying attention. If his friends had said anything other than about how they wanted to complete the job that they had started so many years ago he would have fought tooth and nail with them. He would have been out there every weekend at his centaur, fixing him up and trying to remember the one detail that eluded him.

He finally pulled away from his thoughts and rejoined his friends and their talks of plans. He let them talk and joined them, acting like how he usually would around them. They didn't notice that much of a difference.

Yet if you watched Alfred closely, there was a far away look in his eyes, he would stare in the distance when he thought no one was looking, and he kept glancing back at his centaur, trying to remember the name that was just on the tip of his tongue. Yet nothing would ever come to Alfred's mind, just a blank space filled with silent memories.

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