Muhahaha another chapter. Enjoy! And thank my lovely beta reader: AllinahPony

Alfred was avoided like the plague at school. Those who had been shoved into the lockers and floor when he had made his exit were the worst out of the bunch, quickly spreading rumors and causing more trouble for Alfred than he wanted at this point. While normally Alfred would have been upset about everything that they had done against him, it seemed like now he hardly cared about anything. He wandered the halls like a ghost, not going to practice and only responding when one of his friends spoke about the coming Friday.

"Alfred..." Matthew whispered to his friend at lunch. Alfred didn't respond to his friend, he simply sat there idly poking his food with his fork and not eating.

"Forget it, Matt. He's not going to respond, just like he hasn't all week," Lovino cut Matthew off before he could futility try to get Alfred's attention again. Matthew sighed but he did stop, quickly finishing his lunch and sitting there with his arms crossed and a pout directed at Lovino.

"Don't you shoot me that look. He's not going to respond, he hasn't all week! He probably won't even care if we go on Friday night without him..." Lovino trailed off. Matthew didn't respond, but the last words made Alfred's head shoot up.

"What?" Alfred spat out. Everyone stared at him in shock, but Lovino smirked at his American friend.

"You heard me. You have been so unresponsive, so uncaring, maybe you shouldn't go with us on Friday night when we visit the Carousel," Lovino quarreled. Alfred placed his hands on the table, balling them into fists.

"I shouldn't go? Who are you to decide that!?" Lovino was still smirking, glancing between the table and Alfred. Matthew was watching intently, quickly picking up on the method that Lovino was trying to use.

"Well, he is right Alfred," Matthew said before Lovino could reply. Alfred shifted his glare to his best friend, while Lovino quickly shot him a grateful look.

"Mattie? You agree with him? How could you?" Matthew wiggled in his seat, but didn't let himself back down.

"You don't do your homework, you're about to get kicked off the football team, and every night your mom calls me to see how you are getting through the day! If going there and remembering is more important than your day to day life, than your life in general, then I don't think that you should be going at all!" Matthew was yelling, as loud as he could for his soft voice, but it didn't seem to faze Alfred all that much. Alfred stood up, and in turn Matthew stood up as well.

"So that means that I shouldn't go?" Alfred barked.

"You're too dependent! If you don't start getting your act together and making stop making the school, your mom, and all of us worried, then no, you shouldn't be able to go."

"Oh, like anyone is going back you up!"

"I will," Ivan spoke up. He didn't need anything to intimidate Alfred.

Then Kiku stood up, as well as Lovino, and Feliciano. Feliciano looked a bit scared but he knew what was right at the moment, and so he remained standing tall with his brother and friends. Alfred sat surprised, shocked that his friends would stand up like this against him. It seemed like the entire cafeteria was against him, all of them silently watching and wanting the old Alfred back.

"I know it's hard Alfie, I know that all you want to do is go back there and be still until you remember. But you can't. That silly little park isn't the only thing that matters in your life. You have school, family, friends, and obligations that need you to be here," Matthew tried to reason.

"We miss the old version of you that didn't push people in the halls." Lovino muttered with a blush on his face.

"We missed going to football practice and being able to make fun of you when things went wrong." Feliciano said with a smile.

"We miss getting to joke around and have fun." Kiku uttered with a bow.

"We miss you." Ivan finally said.

Alfred stood and watched his friends, all of them so willing and wanting the old him back who didn't curse and smiled when something happened around him. All he wanted to do was leave and sleep, to think things over if he really did want to go back and be who he used to be. Yet he stopped those thoughts. He was too overly attached to that park, just like Matthew said.

With a smile, the first one in days, he sat back down and had lunch with his friend just like they always did before.

In the small little park that was being argued about, everything was quiet. The wind was moving the leaves on the trees and making the whisper of the nature calming, almost relaxing. Besides the wind rustling the grass and the leaves, there were no other sounds of nature. The birds weren't making their music, the animals in the forest didn't traverse through the trails, and nothing but the rays of the sun were traveling among the forest floor.

As everything there was still and warm through the nature of Earth, the wind finally stopped its puffing, and everything calmed down. Yet all around, the park remained moving. The carousel swung on its perch, and all the centaurs and other creatures moved up and down through the track that they had been on for more years than they cared to remember. Everything was silent, save for the creaks and clacks of the carousel and the creatures that moved along with it.

And yet the carousel remained moving, it was circling around and around, with no signs of stopping its movement. Up and down the creatures went, though for some of them the poles holding them in place were so rusted and gone that they could not move even an inch besides where they were.

Nature stopped, and things that shouldn't have moved before did.

Oh my gosh what could that mean? Only I know right now and I am feeling positively evil!