"Angleterre, would you please talk to me?" Francis attempted to place his hand upon the British's shoulder. Ever since the outburst within the World Meeting room, speculations began to spread around like wild fire. The most popular one out of them all was that he was high off his ass as the older Italian put it. Though, he knew the island nation the most and he was not about to take such dingy rumours.

"I am fine for the last time." Arthur insisted, his teeth clenched tightly. "Will you please stop worrying about me and go act like the jerk you usually are?"

"Me, a jerk?" Francis laughed a little. "You are the jerk. I am simply a gorgeous masterpiece that no one can understand because I am just that gorgeous."

"You are too full of yourself sometimes." Arthur scoffed, rolling his eyes. He quickly added, "And hairy now that you think about it."

Francis's lips slightly curved down. "Let's get back to the issue. What is the matter? You were not acting like yourself."

Arthur took a deep breath and muttered, "Will you promise to keep a secret for me?"

"If that is the only requirement, then yes, I can keep a secret." he couldn't help but fear for what he was about to say next. He usually wasn't trusted so easily with Arthur's secrets and to be actually given his blessing twisted at his heart. It had to be important but he didn't know exactly what was swirling around the island nation's mind.

Arthur twiddled his fingers before taking another deep breath and whispering slowly, "I have been seeing this man in my dream. I don't know who he is but I feel like I know him. It's been tearing me apart that I somehow recognize him. I actually miss him and I don't even know why." he cried out, tears slipping down his cheeks.

"That's.." he leaned in and pulled him into a warm embrace, smiling reassuringly in attempt to stop his own tears from falling. "I'm sorry Angleterre. I truly am."

"It's not like it's your fault or anything like that. I'm just confused."

"Can I ask?" Francis made sure to speak as gently as possibly for he could tell that if he spoke any louder, he would leave him a crying mess. "How does he look like? What's his name? Just describe him the best way as possible."

Arthur smiled a little. He didn't know why but it made his heart feel a little light at the thought of him. "I call him Alfred though I'm not sure if that's his real name. He's really tall and has really kept messy blonde hair except for that one annoying cowlick." a laugh escaped his lips. "He dresses pretty badly but really, I don't mind for his smile really makes my heart flutter. And my favourite part about him is that he has fascinating blue eyes that I'm almost intoxicated within them."

France bit his lower lip the whole time as he listened. He was a bit jealous the way he was describing him with such warmth and love. Why couldn't he get that?

"I need advice about.." he coughed a bit uncomfortably before finishing. "..love."

"Excuse me?"

"I need advice on love. I understand I am ze nation of love but this sort of thing is different." he looked away, a warm blush creeping on the French nation's face. "You see, I'm not sure if I'm in love with Canada or not. It's more like a love hate relationship, you understand?"

"I think I comprehend." he slowly muttered, not really comprehending what he just heard. He figured there was always something between the two but with their arguments, it was really not easy to tell. Their fighting always confused the heck out of everyone else. He didn't even know why they started fighting. Their relationship was always so friendly but for the last few years, their arguments have gone rampage.

"Well I think you should just admit your love for Canada. Fighting just clouds up reality. I believe if you open your heart, you'll understand what I'm truly saying. Do it now or you may never have the chance to."

"Wow Angleterre, that was some beautiful advice right there." Francis wiped an imaginary tear and smiled softly at the British nation that he couldn't help but smile in respond. It was hard to not smile when you're around someone you care about whose smiling. At least it was that way for him.

Francis nodded slowly. "Thank you."

Arthur cleared up his voice. "No problem at all."

"I will go and ask Canada on a date then. After all, that is how you treat a woman properly. Fine dining and all."

"Canada is a male you know?"

"Well, he'll be the female of the relationship in my book." Francis smiled smugly before giving him a quick wink. He scurried off out and he was left once again alone in his apartment flat.

I knew if I pretended it was Canada, I might actually get some real advice. I was lucky for Canada's help to make sure he wasn't suspicious. He really is a good actor and not to mention, a good makeup artist. Angleterre could be so naïve sometimes but that was what he loved about him. Je t'aime Angleterre.

"France, are you even listening to me?" Francis shook his head and nodded a little quickly to not be called suspicious. Arthur sneaked in a glare at the French nation but did nothing more.

"Arthur, will you listen to me? I need you to understand this." he took the British nation's hand within his own and played with it a little before staring sincerely into his eyes. "It is all a dream. Let it go. Live reality and forget this Alfred fellow. He is not good enough for you if he cannot even be with you."

A few tears cornered his eyes and he wished he could have suddenly taken it all back. But he was right and it wasn't just his mind clouded by jealously and love, he truly meant it. He remembered when he chased dreams that haunted him like a shadow. The image of his beautiful Jeanne de Arc burnt to stakes. But of course, like all dreams, he had to let them go and accept real life.

"Are you sure?"

"I have always been watching out for you Angleterre." he pulled him into another embrace, this time returned. "And I'll keep watching you until the end."

The nations gathered in front of a small port in Britain, followed behind by the required amount of their people. The only that didn't show up was North Korea but no one really cared so much to even want him there. The tides crashed against the poles that supported the entire port. An enormous ship stood in front of them, just perfect enough to fit everyone and their supply. Arthur smiled a little at the sight. He felt a strange nostalgic feeling in his chest that he couldn't describe.

"I am glad to see you all actually did what you were told." Germany said, his record book clasped to his chest. "All colonials, please go in the ship and follow all instructions of the captain who will be with you all shortly. Thank you." the colonials nodded and rushed inside the ship, crying and shouts of I love you blending into a ditzy combination.

"I wonder how they will do over there." China muttered under his breath. "It will be quite an adventure for them."

"Now that I think about it, what will we do with the nation representative? When they form their own country.." Italy asked, looking toward Germany. The nations began to talk amongst themselves. How could they forget the fact that a nation representative was born whenever a country or some form of united people erected.

"I will raise him!" Arthur found himself shouting. He clasped his mouth, quickly regretting what he said. Was he crazy? To be a parent again after failing Hong Kong, India, Seychelles, Malaysia, and all his other colonies.

"I never hated you. I was just pissed off at your government for throwing us all those taxes and killing my people. If you were me, you would have left too."

He did not remember taxing anyone nor killing any one of his colonies. In fact, the taxes weren't even that high. Though that was unlike the king to have such low tax rates. He cannot even remember exactly why they were so low. Not to mention, they were constantly in battle with France back then. Perhaps-

"That's not such a bad idea." France stroked his beard, his eyes squinted as if he was in a deep trail of thought.

"Are you crazy or something?" Seychelles pointed toward the island nation. "He put a collar on my neck! A collar for Christ's sake! I fear for that child."

"He may not look like it but he isn't such a bad parent." Alfred muttered, his hands stuffed in his pockets. The rest of the nations look toward the ghostly figure standing next to Arthur. "I know from personal experience."

"What are you doing here Alfred?" Arthur pointed accusingly at the male figure who simply chuckled in response.

"I just had to come and see you. I promise this will be the last time I bother you."

"What do you mean bother me? You're simply a dream, nothing more. How are you even here?"

A sigh escaped Alfred's lips. "You don't remember me. Ah, yes. I have almost forgotten about the most important fact. Suicide pills burns your throat like hell."

"Suicide pills?" a few nations gasped realizing that this must have been the nation who was claimed to have taken a suicide pill. But why couldn't they remember such an event if it was apparently taken place in a world meeting? They agreed to watch the two.

"Yeah, funny story. Okay, not really but I'm glad I took it. I know you don't actually remember but I'll apologize anyway. Sorry about being dramatic and shit. I wished we never actually argued. I regret all the pain I caused you, sorry." he rubbed the nape of his neck, an embarrassed blush coming to his face.

"So you, the one in my dream, is actually a real person?" he felt tears corner his eyes. So this was what churned his stomach every night as he kissed the male figure good bye. He knew him in real life, once, apparently before his memories were swiped clean off the planet.

"What do you mean dream?"

He blinked away the tears. "You were visiting my dreams, no?"

"If only I could." he smiled a little. "But even if I could, I probably wouldn't. I did promise to not see you again but look at me, breaking a promise."

He added, "What were the dreams about anyway?"

A heavy blush came to the island nation's face. "Well, you see, we were kind of..doing all these..lovey dovey..things..and.." he stopped himself and bit his lower lip.

"I see." he looked toward the corner of his eyes and noticed the French nation, his older brother figure in a past life. He could see the jealously swirling in his eyes, he was no fool to that sort of thing. He have felt the same feeling. Alfred smile softened and he walked toward him slowly and patted his back. "Nice to see you again."

"Your name is Alfred, correct?" Francis jumped a little when he felt his hand pat his back.

"Bingo." he clicked his tongue.

"Well, it's nice to know you finally in real life." he quickly muttered under his breath. "Though I assumed you were merely part of Arthur's dreams."

"I am a dream, within all of your minds I suppose. When I took the suicide pill, I knew that your memories would disappear and I would be forgotten. I do regret the pill for it was indeed, an act of quick thinking but in the end, it doesn't matter for the deed was done. I am sorry Arthur for hurting you in so many ways and I know I already said this but forgive me. I never hated you and I hope you'll hear me out. I am stupid, a fat ass, a backstabber, so many different nicknames, I don't care what you call me. Because I will always love you forever. And someone else will too I am sure." he winked at France, despite the tears trickling down his cheeks.

"These are my last words. Thanks for being the greatest parent and love of my life. You're the hero in my book." he grinned cheerfully. His figure slowly disappeared into shimmering crystals, floating above the nations' head and toward the clear misty sky. "I'll always watch over you. I promise."

"You idiot." he let his feet crash to the floor, crying out the tears he felt stored up in his chest this whole time. It was all clear to him. The lies, the pain, the betrayal, the reunion, he could remember them all. "Don't leave me here like this. " he felt rain tap against his shoulder as he clutched to his chest tightly. "Don't leave me out in the rain again! You fucking piece of shit! I love you.."

"Big brother, can you read me a fairy tale?" the little boy asked, tucked neatly under the bed sheets. "I love when you read me stories."

"I'll tell you story but it's no fairy tale." he leaned in closely and smiled faintly, his one hand stroking the back of the little boy's blonde hair that tangled his fingers. "Have you ever heard of the land of America?"

"It sounds like a cool place to live in."

"Well, no one else but me knows this. When I was younger, I raised a young nation like you, called America. In fact, the land you stand upon right now previously was America."

"Wow! That's awesome!" the little boy tilted his head. "You're not lying, right?"

"It's true lad. He was young and spontaneous and we had such good times. But he wanted to become independent from me and it was an awful time period for me. However, we reunited again and everything was somewhat normal. But we fought very often and eventually.." he took a deep breath. "-the boy I once loved died on me. But to this day, he watches over you and me. He loved me very much and I loved him very much but in the end, we couldn't be together."

"That's really sad."

"It is alright now. I have your father, Francis, who has been very supportive of you and me. You know he loves you, right?"

The little boy nodded. "Of course. He's a little creepy though."

"It's just his way of caring." he pressed a soft kiss on the little boy's forehead and smiled softly. "Sleep well lad."

"Good night!" he cheerfully exclaimed and snuggled under the covers, covering his entire body. Arthur smirked and closed the door behind him. When he was sure he was out of ear point reach, he giggled and directed his eyes toward the ghostly male figure, his blue luminous eyes cowered behind frames.

"Are you here?"

"Of course, I'm always by your side like your father said." a sigh escaped his lips and he smiled softly. "And I'll never leave. Just as I promised."

I thought it would be longer but I ended up creating an actual ending. Oops.

Well I hoped you enjoyed the story. Please favourite and review. Arigatou.