A/N Wow thank you guys so much for all your kind words and all of the alerts. I'm truly still overwhelmed that so many people like this story! Um I'm so sorry this took so long but with Graduation, work, friends, and family. It's rather difficult to get anything done. Once September roles around I'm not sure what will happen to this story as I will be shipping out for BCT. When I get back I swear I will complete this story though.

Chapter 3

Arthur could hardly believe his eyes; surely they had to be playing a trick on him, or maybe he had fallen asleep at the meeting and this was some strange dream. There couldn't possibly be any way that child was America.

'Arthur where are you going, don't you hear what you're doing to that poor boy? He sounds absolutely heartbroken!' Pixie exclaimed looking worriedly back in the direction they had come from.

Arthur, completely forgetting he was in public and that only he could actually hear her, replied. "I do not care to discuss this right now! That boy is a lie, the real one died many years ago."

People stared at him and quickly moved to the other side of the sidewalk, as far from him as they could get. Whispering and trying to avoid eye contact. Realizing only too late how loud he had spoken, Arthur blushed and continued speaking in hushed whispers.

"Drop the subject Pixie."

'Arthur his aura matches Alfred's, the boy is no lie, they are one in the same.' She flew closer to Arthur so that he wouldn't have to talk as loud. He often forgot that most everyone else couldn't see her.

"Pixie-"

'No! We have to talk over this Arthur it is important! If you won't talk willingly then I'll talk and you'll just listen.' She pleaded.

"Fine, but not here, it is much too public. We will go to a park." Arthur sighed knowing his pixie friend would use every trick in the book (and some that are not) to make him see her point of view. She had once even made good on a threat to dye his eyebrows pink, he couldn't make them go back to normal without cooperating with her and discussing how she felt.

"Thank you." She smiled as they made their way toward a place called Grant Park. It was the first park that came to mind and it was only a short car drive away from Willis Tower, where the world meeting was taking place; and consequently the drama.

Arthur called a cab rather than walk the dangerous Chicago streets, although perhaps it may have been quicker to walk with the amount of traffic the road seemed to be experiencing. Eventually however they managed to make it to Grant Park where Arthur tried to stake out a relatively secluded space.

"Alright Pixie, talk your bloody little head off, you shan't leave me alone if I refuse you." Arthur said, slightly exasperated.

Pixie frowned but otherwise ignored his comment. 'The boy is not a lie, he is no illusion or trick. His aura matches Alfred's perfectly. The only thing different is that he is younger than Alfred and about half of a meter shorter.'

"I don't care Pixie, I couldn't care less if that boy really is Alfred's younger self or not; I can't go back there and deal with him, its too much." He didn't want to think of the past. He was still so bitter over it and America had moved on like it was nothing; like he had never cared for England in the first place.

'The boy knows nothing of what's going on Arthur! He is scared, alone, and most of all he still trusts you and you let him down!' Pixie was getting frustrated. She had to get Arthur to listen to her or else it could spell disaster for everyone.

"He trusts me? That boy betrayed me!" Arthur bellowed, getting several curious looks from the other park dwellers.

'Not yet, the only thing he wants is you. He was crying out for you, did you not hear it?'

"No." Arthur said more quietly than last time, although still stubbornly.

'Come now Arthur? You expect America to raise himself? Even for a day?' Arthur snorted. Rather ungentlemanly but at the moment he didn't seem to care.

"That arse, can't possibly raise a child, let alone his own self." Arthur remembered all the trouble that young Alfred got himself into. He sighed and looked down at his feet while going over to a nearby bench and taking a seat. "Pixie I cannot relive that again. I do so enough, trying to figure out why he left me, what did I do wrong, did I not show him I cared enough; or worse did he never even care at all?"

Pixie's expression softened. She and the other creatures knew how hard the Revolution was on Arthur, Perhaps England got over it (mostly) but Arthur himself was still heartbroken. She sighed and thought of a good reply. 'Perhaps, this will be the way to finally get closure; perhaps this Alfred can tell you what you're too afraid to ask our Alfred.'

"Perhaps you're right Pixie." Arthur sighed; thinking, but then another thought struck him. "I abandoned him to a room full of idiots and madmen!" He began running back toward the meeting building at full speed.

'This will certainly be interesting' Pixie chuckled. 'I just hope that everyone walks away from it okay.'

With that thought in mind she zoomed off after her incorrigible British gentleman.