"Found out… what do you mean found out?" Arthur was panicking, panicking horribly on the inside. The day had been splendid, work had gone well, it hadn't rained, and the newest episode of Dr. Who had played on the telly. What else could Arthur possibly want from the day? But of course life always had a nasty habit of coming back to bite him right in the arse. Life was just obnoxious like that.

"When I said found out I mean found out," Alfred's exasperated voice echoed from the other end of the telephone line. "About me, y'know like how I'm immortal and shit? You're a country too you should know what I mean." Alfred crossed his apartment, loosening his tie as he did before flopping down into his favorite sofa.

"Well how the hell did you manage that? I thought your government was positively paranoid about keeping your existence a secret just like all that secret stuff you keep in Area 51." Out of all the governments that wanted to keep the nation's existences a secret Alfred's had to be the worst. The list of things Alfred wasn't supposed to do (But he did anyway because he was America and he could do whatever the hell he wanted to) ran a mile long. If there was one government that could keep the nation's existence a secret it was America's yet look where they were now.

"I don't know…" Alfred groaned as he folded his forearm over his eyes. "Some guy found some old pictures with me in the backgrounds and he went all crazy obsessive and came to me at work and accused me of being immortal."

Arthur pressed his lips together. That seemed highly unbelievable. "Alfred… I swear to god if this is one of your bloody practically jokes I'm going to fly over there and beat your arse until there's nothing left of it." The Briton threatened bitterly.

"It's not a joke!" Alfred protested as he swiftly pulled himself off the couch. "I swear I'm 100% serious!" He crossed the room to the window. "As we speak him and mob of followers are standing outside the entrance to my apartment building. Thank God they don't know the pass code to get in otherwise they'd be at my front door." Alfred cracked the blinds slightly and sure enough there along the sidewalk was a group of people anxiously waiting for the time when Alfred would leave his apartment again.

"I'm gonna lose it Artie…" Alfred said voice strained and desperate. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do…. You know I don't so well in confined spaces for long and I haven't been trapped inside 30 minutes and I need to get out again…" Alfred paced along the length of the room, a habit he always partook in when he was nervous.

The strain in Alfred's voice was almost too unbearable for Arthur to hear. Whether Alfred was obnoxious or not it always hurt Arthur to see the American in a mood other than his usual happy-go-lucky one. "Alright Alfred, just calm down, and stop your pacing because I know that's what you're doing right now. The pacing is just going to make you more nervous."

Alfred smiled faintly, "You know me well Artie, but I can't stop. Pacing when I'm nervous makes me feel a little better." Biting his nails was also a habit that he just couldn't shake. He muttered out his words with his fingers shoved in his mouth as he gnawed off the ends of his nails.

"Stop biting your nails too. You'll only complain when you cut them off too short and they hurt." Arthur warned knowing exactly what it was Alfred was doing.

"I can't help it! I didn't know what to do when he came up to me! I should've acted calm and just acted like he was crazy, but I panicked and ran and now I'm obviously suspicious!" Alfred fisted his locks of dark blonde hair within his hands.

Arthur pressed his thin pink lips together, "Have you spoken to your boss? Maybe this will all just blow over…" The Briton tried to sound as soothing as possible.

"I don't know… he seemed pretty serious about smoking me out…" Alfred couldn't seem to shake of the chill of Jimmy's intense grey eyed stare from his mind. "He even got some local papers in on it. The media has been going to some extreme lengths to get good stories recently. The probability of an immortal man seems to be the most interesting thing now."

Arthur remained silent for a few more moments, worrying his bottom lip thoughtfully. "You don't… you don't think he can find out about the rest of us… do you?" Arthur didn't mean to sound selfish, but after struggling constantly for 2000 years to keep his true identity a secret having his cover blown could be devastating to the British nation.

"I don't know, I think it's just me for now, but if word really does get out that there's a guy personifying America they'll think there has to be more in other countries too…" Alfred sat down again trying to keep himself calm.

Arthur didn't want to ask, but the next question he had burned fiercely on his tongue like a thousand lit match sticks. Alfred knew what the question would be. He knew Arthur far too well. "What… what do you think will happen to… to us… if that happens… if we're both found out?"

The American leaned his head back against the couch and looked up at the pale ceiling above him. "… I don't know…" He answered truthfully. "But I'm not going to let any of this crazy stuff break us apart." He wouldn't. Of course not. Hero's didn't let things crash so easily.

"… But it might cause a lot of upset among the populations…" Arthur worried.

"Let's just not think about it like that Arthur. It hasn't gotten to that point yet. Maybe this all will just blow over in time. For now let's just not think about it and we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Why worry over something that hasn't happened yet. Alfred and Arthur didn't need to cause themselves the grief just yet.

"I suppose you're right…" Arthur sighed softly.

A brief silence hung in the air between the phone lines. "I should let you get to sleep. I'll call my boss and figure out what to do with this guy."

"Yes, that would be best I supposed." Arthur replied.

"Okay… I love you Artie." Alfred added sweetly.

A soft smile rose to Arthur's lips. "Yes, yes… I love you too. Keep a stiff upper lip lad, everything will smooth over." Alfred thanked Arthur for his confidence and with a few goodbyes exchanged each one hung up the phone and returned to their previous activities.

Arthur snuggled back down into his blankets and pillows, but found that he was much too awake to fall back to sleep. He continued to lie comfortably in his bed, but his green eyes stayed open and staring at the ceiling above him. The duo would just have to cross that bridge when they came to it wouldn't they…?

Alfred looked up at the ceiling from behind the dull lenses of his glasses. He and Arthur had been dating for nearly half a year now. After centuries of dancing around each other finally the two nations had met in the middle and started a relationship that was 300 years in the making.

The American couldn't help, but wonder about Arthur's question. If they were both to be found out what would happened to their relationship then? The populations may not like it when they discovered the United Kingdom was in a relationship with the United States of America. Sure they had that whole 'Special Relationship' thing going for them, but it was slowly dwindling away in the political sense of the saying.

If all of that happened what would they do? Alfred loved Arthur. Love him more than anything and he wouldn't allow something as simple and petty as an upset in the population tear them apart after they had worked so hard to get where they were.

Still worry was always there like a shadow following his every movement.