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Note: I wrote a chapter for you guys as an early birthday present. Yes. I like to give presents to people on my birthday. I think this covers a good amount :D

Ch 4

Arthur wasn't sure what to expect when he awoke the next morning in his small hotel room. The air had an uneasy chill to it and every noise seemed to drill right into his head. He rolled out of bed and popped his painkillers into his mouth before going about his morning ritual. Dressing in his more comfortable suit he made his way out of the hotel, getting the first taxi he saw and headed toward the area where the other nations were already gathering.

He really didn't bother apologizing to the others about how late he was, nor did he bother to look over at Alfred when he sat down. The American cleared his throat, carrying on with his new idea.

"Alright, now before we continue with the issue of the environment, I would just like to introduce Arthur's current problem. My other me, Allie." Allie poked her head from behind Alfred and gave everyone a nervous smile.

"Who do you think she is?"

"She couldn't be a politican could she? She seems too young."

"She kind of looks like America, aru."

The nations all stared at the girl. In response, Juliet began to explain. "So, um, I guess I could say I'm Alfred, but not quite him? I don't know...Arty was doing some weird magic stuff and I just poofed here."

Arthur waited for the explosion of questions and accusing glares in his direction. He waited, but they never came. Everyone just nodded and took it as a reasonable answer and went back to shuffling their papers or in some cases, sleeping. The meeting went on as planned, with only the usual arguments. It seemed more quiet without Arthur and Alfred's arguments. Allie had sat in the furthest seat away from England, between Alfred and Ivan. Even in this world, the Russian still freaked her out.

"Alright. Time for a lunch break. We will continue in one hour." Ludwig said and everyone shuffled out of the room, chatting among themselves.

"Oh Angleterre! I love this new creation of yours! A more quiet and respectful Amerique!" Francis made his way to Arthur's seat and bent over the table, smiling almost evily at the Englishman.

Allie blinked at the two. "I don't know if I should feel insulted or not."

Arthur sighed. "I didn't create her you bloody frog. She was just some sort of mistake. Now will you get out of here before I slam your face into a wall?"

Francis chuckled. "Thats not what you said last night~!" He didn't want to add that he meant about Allie being a mistake.

"W-what?" The two Europeans turn their attention to the Americans.

Alfred's face darkened and he stomped out the room before glaring at Francis. Allie just stood there for a moment with a sad look before fallowing him.

Arthur sighed again. "YOU BLOODY IDIOT!" All through out the building, Francis's cries of pain could be heard.

XXX

In another world, a different sort of cry could be heard.

"Alyson!" Arthur raced around the school looking for the younger student. He hadn't seen the girl in two days now and it was begining to worry him.

"A-Arthur?" Arthur spun around to see Allie's brother, Matthew. "Are you looking for Allie?"

"Yes. You haven't seen her, have you?"

"No. Sorry. I thought she would have come home by now, but I guess she's gonna stay at Luise house for a bit longer. Though, I'm sure she's not happy about Gil being there."

Arthur sighed. He knew that as much as Allie liked her German friend, she really hated the older of the sisters. To be honest, so did he. Gil and her two friends were so bothersome. Sure, he and Francine had dated for awhile but he was ready to move on. The french girl didn't make it easy either.

"Ah! Arthur mon amour! I have been looking everywhere for you!" Speak of the she-devil.

"I'm sorry, Francine. I'm a bit busy right now." Arthur said before quickly walking away. Sadly the girl fallowed him.

"I though we had a study date today?"

"I need to look for Allie first. You know perfectly well I'm not going to leave her to fend for herself right now. She'll get fat from all the hamburgers she eats and be broke for the same reason!"

Francine sighed. "Why bother with that girl? You already rejected her confession, non?"

"A-ah...well...yes but..."

"So you shouldn't worry about her. She'll move on. She's a big enough girl to take care of herself anyways."

Arthur sighed. He knew it was all true. Even so, he didn't, no, couldn't let the girl live on her own. He was too protective of her. Even when she dumped her tea in the bathtub after one fight, he still had forgiven her. The problem was, she couldn't forgive him for how he treated her.

"A-arthur...I really like you and-"

"I'm sorry Alyson, but I only think of you as a younger sister at the most. Nothing more then that."

She had cried that night.

"Your not my brother! You need to stop thinking of me as some little kid sister!"

"Don't shout at me! When you behave like an adult then I will treat you as one!"

That night. That same night she cried and poured her heart out just to have it stomped on, she had dissapeared from his view. She had left and had not returned leaving him with an equally as broken heart.