FF was being bipolar and decided to stop me from updating by blocking me out the 'Editing' feature for the story. Sorry for the wait guys! But million thanks, hugs, kisses, glomps, and everything else to Jet Set Radio Yoyo for helping me. ;w; I may have to offer you my babies for that.

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America suddenly wondered if he looked okay with a hitched breath, if whoever entered saw him with red eyes, they'd no doubt suspect his little water works performance. Biting his bottom lip a bit he watched as the door flew open faster then he suspected it would.

"Bollocks!"

His heart dropped, his blood chilled, and time slowed down to the point where America thought he would suffocate. His lips parted while his eyes shrunk terrified at what was ahead of him, "Arthur…" The words escaped his tongue so low he wasn't even sure if he thought, or said them.

The person of his attention glanced around the room, his eyes catching one sight of America before his head was shaking from side to side.

"I need to get out of here…" And before he knew it, the figure had did a complete 180 and hastily made an exit as quick as it had made an entrance to the nation's complete and total dismay.

"No! Wait, come back!" America was automatically at his feet, launching his body towards the door at a swift pace, he swung his head out the room to search for the supposed illusion, to the right, he saw nothing, so inclining his head the other direction he felt his eyes widen at the sight of the mirage that he feared would disappear at any second,

True to his impulsive nature, the glasses wearing blonde instantly took off after the other being.

Following after the mess of familiar blonde hair, America literally felt time leisurely move. This made him grit his teeth as cold sweat began beading down his face, yet he refused to let this image, him, get out of his line of vision.

Sharply, he saw his 'prey' take a turn to the right into the next hall way. Grunting, America mirrored this, nothing short but determined to capture the other.

Within the new hall, he felt himself stagger on his feet a bit at Germany and Italy who were a bit further down the passage way, both kneeling down on the floor examining what appeared to be a net.

Italy looked up, and instantly upon seeing the person that America was pursing, became distressed, "Waah! There he is!" His hands immediately went to fumble with a knot that connected the docile web of rope to the ceiling.

America's eyes went to flash at the now stationary blonde in front of him who was looking at the scene at what America could only assume to be bewilderment. He instantly took this chance to lunge at the other in a sort of tackle hug like position that locked the other's arms at his sides.

An all too familiar gasp of surprise was his reward for the action.

"Italy you idiot!" Germany shouted as they were hoisted into the net right before America's eyes faster than he expected. Italy gave a yelp as he was pushed against the other man suddenly, "Sorry Germany," The Italian gave a nervous giggle that Germany snarled at.

"Y-you morons were seriously going to try and catch me in a net! What the bloody hell is wrong with you all!" The shorter blonde within his grasp demanded, the accent the American had forever longed to once again hear pierced through his ears and allowed his already speeding heart to race even further,

The messy haired male now tilted his head back; his forest set eyes leered into America's where the dangerous and mysterious lands of the Earth met the cool and ever expanding sky. Now, the shock on the glasses wearing nation's face had most likely become more dominate then anything.

"A-Arthur… B-But how… And… I missed you so much!" He managed to rasp out, his mouth suddenly dry and he could feel his body composure begin to shake a bit.

Everything… It all looked the same—albeit slightly more younger— His eyes, the hair, his face. God damn America missed actually seeing his face. He could never begin to describe how much more he preferred this over his longing and depressing memories. The seemingly-glued on scowl he normally wore was present. It was impossible and yet this was all happening… With the idea of the other being a ghost ruled out, he concluded it had to be a dream. A dream he silently prayed to any higher power out there that he wouldn't wake up from for any time soon.

"Let me go damn it! How the hell do you know my name?" His voice was strained, as though struggling to get out his mouth, however America paid no mind to his word; simply allowing them in one ear and out the other. He instead settled on just tightening his hold on the other man. Hell, he even smelled the same.

"God I missed you." He repeated again, smoldering his face into the other's hair. Everything just felt so perfect. "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you," He chanted over and over,

In the back of his mind he heard Germany and Italy banter back and forth, not paying his and England's reunion any mind, not something he was particularly upset about but he also heard a slight gasp as well as a crack. Before he knew it, Arthur went surprisingly limp in his embrace.

"Gahh! You guys! A-america!"

Hearing his brother, America took his face out of the now, strangely docile Arthur-look-a-like, "Sup, Mattie?" He questioned facing the Canadian a jubilant grin that was returned with nothing but an apprehensive expression,

"You aren't serious are you?" Matthew questioned a slight pitch of horror enveloped in his tone as he began undoing the ties that kept Italy and Germany suspended in the air. In no time, the blonde German collapsed on the floor with a loud thud, Italy followed landing rather softly on top of the red faced other.

Confused, America blinked his eyes, "Serious about what?" He let out a small laugh at how his brother would worry over such weird and little things no one really cared about. He wondered what it would be this time.

Matthew squinted his eyes before letting out a sigh, "That person you're hugging, that's my new friend… Arthur," Sauntering over to the two of them, Matthew put a hand on the shorter man's shoulder, the instant he did this, America felt a low growl pierce his throat before he jerked both him and Arthur away from his twin's touch as though it were poison.

An expression filled with hurt from such rejection flashed over the Canadian's facial features, guilt immediately washed into America's stomach, he let his grip on Arthur slacken up a bit, "Y-your new friend? Is he…?" America couldn't bother to finish his sentence; he supposed the proof was in his arms… But a doubt lingered in the back of his head.

Now, the wavy haired blonde slowly extended his hand forward to touch the person within America's arms as though testing out for the Super Power's reaction, to which America pouted slightly,

"You hugged him so hard; I think you made him pass out." Matthew acknowledged removing his hand from Arthur's face wistfully, "Nice going."

The sarcasm filled words were brushed away like ants to the American who could only bring Arthur to his chest protectively, "Mattie, tell me. Well, is this… Is… Is the United Kingdom back? Are all the countries back? What about Kiku? How did you find him? How come he isn't wearing any pants? Why is that—?"

A hand clasped itself firmly over his mouth to cease his word flow and Matthew shook his head jadedly, "I'm not exactly sure about the whole circumstances to this situation, but for now, let's bring him back to your place, okay?"

America gave Matthew a flashing beam, "Don't have to tell me twice!"

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"There… He should be fine I guess…" Matthew let loose a huge sigh of relief before he gently laid Arthur down on the bed.

The drive to America's house had been rather uneventful. Handing his keys to his brother, he allowed the Canadian to drive them away from the building while he sat in the back, Arthur's body on top of his lap and close to his heart. America treasured every fleeting moment within the vehicle and was almost reluctant to come out.

Pulling up a seat close to the bed, his brother scowled a bit, "You have to be careful with how you use your strength Alfred. Geez." Scolding him lightly, the Canadian began to tap on the arm of the chair to soothe out his nerves.

"He's a nation though," America insisted with a pout putting his hands behind his head, "He'll recover fast!" With that aspect swimming through his mind, America simply continued to watch Arthur soundlessly sleep, interest plastered on his face. This all felt like a dream… Slowly, a small smile etched its way on his lips while the American extended his hand out to delicately stroke the sleeping young man's cheek with pure adoration and affection.

"It's weird! I mean, before when I hugged him like that, Arthur never fell out! Hahaha! When he wakes up, I'm totally going to tell him he's become such a girl!" Letting out a boisterous laugh he began poking Arthur's cheeks,

Matthew watched the scene with a sense of warmth erupting through his stomach, but he also had to frown at his brother's words, clearing his throat, the Canadian softly put a hand on his brother's shoulder causing America to look up at him curiously,

Nervously, his brother glanced away, obviously uncomfortable, "There's something you need to know about this though." His voice cracked out gently, as though if he said one thing wrong, America himself would literally shatter to pieces under his touch. It did nothing but confuse the Super Power.

"Eh? What are you talking about now Mattie?" Grinning he turned around to tease his brother further, but instead of the usually frustrated and tired expression his twin wore, today it looked exasperated and desperate, nothing but a dark burden seemed to linger beyond the reflective mirrors America stared at.

"Alfred… As far as we know, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland… It's still nowhere to be found."

Echoes of the words freely bounced along the walls of the room, the atmosphere and air suddenly became thick and America found it hard to breathe at the moment. Slowly, the words managed to seep their way out of Matthew's mouth and creep their way toward America. His heart and mind began to register the sentence…

Bottom lip quivering, America turned around to look at the still unconscious blonde on the bed, "W-what…?"

Matthew was saying something in reply, but America couldn't hear anything but the sound of his heart slowly falling to pieces within his body. Everything was beginning to spin a bit. This made no sense whatsoever. Who the hell was this then? His name was Arthur wasn't it? He and England looked purely the same! How couldn't this be England?

"N-No! No!" His world was crumbling beneath him. Everything just burned. Burying his head in his hands, he bit his bottom lip until he tasted the salt tang of scarlet copper to his tongue and with a 'thud' the blonde was on his knees.

He thought he had him back. He thought he was back. How could he be so stupid? He could practically hear England scolding him on his tendency to rush into things without thinking. America gave a groan of pain before one of his hands transformed into a fist and violently hit the floor underneath him, resulting in nothing but a lovely dent.

He felt a hand reassuringly pat his shoulder with a slight squeeze.

Oh shit he forgot Matthew was in here with him.

"Alfred… Just let me explain… There's still a possibility…" His brother spoke out, worry and pain tainted in his voice; it made America sick to his stomach knowing he was the reason for it. "Don't. Just, don't Matthew." Shrugging off his twin's hand from his body, America stood on his feet, without sparring a glance at the impersonator on his bed he exited the room, not before strongly stating,

"When that boy wakes up, tell him to go home."

Even Matthew couldn't help but flinch at the malice in his tone not seen since the Cold War days.

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Arthur gave a moan of pain as his eyes fluttered open. He swore he just had the weirdest dream ever… His room was unusually dark; perhaps it was still Friday night? He still needed to wake up the next morning to accompany Chelsey with the Student Council filing. Rubbing his eyes, he cringed in pain at the sudden jolt of ache that revolved around his spinal region. Bending over with a slight gasp he pulled down his sheets to gaze at the rather stiff feeling he felt around his waist and upper body.

White bandages whirled around his being as innocent and as pure as their color. Forest colored irises instantly became wide in confusion and shock, "What is this…?" He found himself murmuring after he had begun feeling the wrappings. A thought struck his head at the moment, causing him to give a gasp, suddenly filled with fear; he took the time to glance around.

This wasn't his room.

"What the bloody hell!" He shouted throwing the sheets off his body and flinging himself off the bed. He cringed at the little pain he received from his back as a result. As quickly as he had done that, the lights flickered on and the door swung open.

The young man leered at the new figure in horrification.

So it hadn't been a dream. "Fuck my life." Arthur hissed out lowly as he took a step back.

Matthew entered the room, his deposition the living definition of anxiety and nervousness. Within his arms he held what appeared to be a stuffed polar bear. Scowling, Arthur crossed his arms over his bandaged chest awaiting the other man to begin the conversation.

"You're up…" He acknowledged with a somewhat sweet smile. "That's great, eh?"

Cringing Arthur shook his head, "I want answers." His first words came out way more ill-willed then he intended, giving his tongue a slight bite, he mentally instructed himself not to be so sharp-tongued.

The wavy haired blonde looked down at the top of his polar bear's head grimacing, the slight curl on top his head gave a slight bounce with this action. "I-I know… I'll be more than willing to tell you everything I know about this current situation, I did a ton of research. It's the least I can do…" Meekly, Matthew looked back up at Arthur with timid eyes.

Sighing in defeat, Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, "Okay, first off all, you won't try to kill, rape, or injury me in anyway shape or form will you?" Dryly he glanced around the room awkwardly at his straightforward question in spite of himself.

Matthew immediately began shaking his head violently it appeared as though the thought of doing what Arthur suggested not only horrified him, but also offended him as well, "I swear! I would never do anything like that! None of us would ever do that to you! Back at the World Conference Building, we were just trying to stop you before you saw some things you shouldn't have!"

His fierce tone certainly didn't match his face, but for some reason, Arthur had a feeling his words weren't lies.

"Another thing, why the hell did you kidnap me? If its money you want, I'll—"

His words were cut off by Matthew once again protested, "No, we don't want money or anything like that… We want… Uh… How can I say this…? But listen… Arthur, I know this will sound real weird, and you'll probably say no but I have to ask you something…" Doubtfully, the blue-violet eyed boy bit his bottom lip, "Would you like to become friends with me?"

What?

"What?" Twitching his left eye, Arthur could only look at the other young man in concrete confusion.

"I-it's just that, my friends have caused you so much trouble already! I would like to sincerely apologize on their behalf! The 'kidnapping' thing was Francis' doing as was the 'Hunting' blitz! He can be real jerk-ish sometimes! I know first-hand! I just really want to make up for everything you know?" Hastily, Matthew gave Arthur a shy smile while he hid a majority of his face behind his bear.

Still filled with nothing but disorientation, Arthur barely found his voice,

"Become friends…? No one's ever really asked me that." Blinking his eyes, Arthur looked back to the awaiting other male. Unsure of what to do exactly, he rubbed the back of his head suddenly extremely nervous, he felt his face flush a bit, "Um, sure I guess… But how about we start over, okay? We can just, put everything that happened previously behind us."

Laughing slightly in uncertainty, Arthur watched as Matthew approached him, a huge beam of accomplishment and happiness presented on his face, "Yeah, I guess starting over would be for the best…" Extending his hand out to hold his bear with one, Arthur enveloped his hand into the blonde's.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland; it's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Matthew Williams,"

"Who?"

Arthur felt his eyes widen a bit in surprise at the new voice, with a frown on his face he watched Matthew look down at his stuff toy, "Matthew! You know, your owner? The one that feeds you?" The bear seemingly shook his head before wiggling out of his grasp, "No, doesn't ring a bell." Walking on all fours, Arthur watched the bear crawl out the open door.

"Eh? Not to be rude, but may I ask just exactly what was that?"

Sighing Matthew dropped his hands, "That's my Polar Bear, his name's Mr. Kumajiro… He just can never seem to remember my name though. It's a bit aggravating." Arthur simply nodded his head dumbly, "I see…"

Smiling now Matthew turned to look at Arthur with a new light, "We can get you something to drink, injuries make people dehydrated I believe." His sentence did nothing but remind Arthur of that little thought. How exactly did he receive this anyway? Nothing in his memory really reminded him of it…

The only thing he truly remembered was entering that room to avoid Francis… His headache hadn't been that bad, but the instant he entered the room, his head felt like it was being crushed slowly and painfully, and only one thing had executed in his head… After that, he couldn't remember much. Wincing, he put a hand to his head and looked at Matthew,

"What exactly did I do to get these…?" He found himself questioning as the two of them walked out the room. The lack of shirt left plenty of room to look at the first aid applied to him very showingly.

Matthew gave him a smile, "I wouldn't know… After all the two of us just met a few minutes ago, remember?" His words earned him a snort from the youthful late teenager while they walked down the hall way. Arthur couldn't help but acknowledge how big the place seemed to be as they walked down the stairs, he also noticed how young Matthew looked, if anything, the glasses wearing boy couldn't be any more than a few months older than him, if not, younger than him.

How exactly could someone so young afford a place like this…?

Arthur looked over at him curiously, "Do you live alone?" The messy haired blonde asked after they entered the kitchen. Respectfully, Arthur trudged behind the other to not go out of bounds as the other entered the fridge and began rummaging around for something. "Well, yes, no, and no… Technically yes, unless you count Mr. Kumajiro, then no. And no again because I know what you're thinking, and this isn't my house, it's actually my twin brother's… I live up North in Canada." Taking his head out the fridge he turned to flash Arthur an apologetic smile,

"Sorry, we don't have any tea… I know it's your favorite and all."

Nodding, Arthur leaned against the island counter, "I see… No worries, I'll take anything except coffee," With dull eyes, he began moving his eyes about the area, his eyes gaze at a – rather immature, if Arthur had to say— Spiderman clock that hung above, close to the ceiling. It was about nine… Oh shit. The buses stopped running at eight.

A bit panicked he looked over at the Canadian who was pouring both of them a cup of cola. Anxiously, he tapped his fingers on his legs, "Matthew, do you by any chance think you can take me home tonight? I mean, it's kind of late and I have to get back on campus for tomorrow…"

"Oh I see… You're in school? College I'm guessing." Sauntering over to him, Matthew offered out the glassed soft drink, accepting it Arthur shook his head, "No, senior year in High School actually,"

His words obviously confused the other who blinked, "But tomorrow's Sunday… Why do you need to go back on campus anyway? It's the weekend…"

Scratching his cheek, Arthur gave Matthew a sheepish smile, his eyes indicating he was somewhat embarrassed about what he had to say. Matthew tilted his head to the side slightly, attempting to inquire what that meant, "Is the school an Academy or something?"

Arthur gave a small nod, "Yeah… World Union actually," the Canadian seemed to give an expression of complete and total understanding before he gave a small laugh, "That still doesn't exactly explain why you have to go back, I know how WU works a bit, and you don't go to school on Sundays. Why don't you just spend the night?" Offering the now stunned blonde a somewhat enigmatic smile (Or rather smirk) Matthew put his now empty glass in the sink.

"My brother wouldn't mind, he has a ton of empty guests rooms. In the morning I can drop you back to your dorm, eh? If it isn't too much trouble." The expression that Arthur had swore he could intercept as roguish was replaced with the former naïve and innocent one.

Sputtering slightly at the thought, he shook his head trying to reject the offer; however the Matthew obviously wasn't pleased and kept insisting, "It's nothing okay? It's the least I can do to make up for everything…"

"I… I really don't want to be any trouble you know…" Letting loose a huge breath of discomfort, the young man gazed down at his shoes awkwardly; "I think taking me to my dorm now would be best is all. Thanks for the offer though."

Scowling to a small extent, Matthew observed him, "You know… I would take you if I could, but we came here in my brother's car. My car is still back at the World Meeting Building… So unfortunately, I won't be able to take you until the morning… Sorry about that."

Eyes now wide at the new found information Arthur looked at him in bemusement, "What?"

"You have to spend the night… Don't worry though," Taking the still paralyzed young man by the elbow and dragging him out the kitchen, Matthew gave him a warm smile that made Arthur even more confused. "I'm sure my brother has an extra T-Shirt for you to sleep in."

Going up the stairs, Arthur found himself silently sulking at his unfortunate luck. In the back of his head, he attempted to recall if he had made any plans for Sunday early in the morning with any of his school companions…

"Here's your room Arthur! If you need anything, just go inside my room, okay? It's right down the hall." His mind dwellings popped like a smashed grape when he realized the two of them finally ceased walking and halted in front of an open door. If he was right, this wasn't the room he had been in earlier, the plain sheets and walls was enough to tell him that.

Nodding, Arthur walked in, not before a thought struck him. Frantically, he began patting down his pants pockets, earning a concerned look from Matthew, "Do you know where my phone is? And my wallet?"

Now understanding, Matthew chuckled and nodded, "They should be in my room or Alfred's… I'll go check my room… I remember Alfred taking them off of you when he was taking your shirt off."

Those words lit up a match that ignited Arthur's face a clear shade of crimson, "You did what?" He managed out weakly before Matthew obliviously exited the room.

"Why are French and everyone descended from them such bloody perverts?" Fitting his head on his hands, Arthur coughed out a bit, one of his hands absentmindedly trialing around his bandages.

Groaning a bit, he peered his head out the door to look for Matthew's door, walking down a couple doors, he stopped at the entrance that was opened a bit wide, knocking twice to allow the other to know of his presence, Arthur waited for a response with his hands on the door knob.

"Matthew?" He called out lowly, "It's Arthur…" Tapping his feet, he sighed slightly, "I'm coming in…" Silently berating himself for his lack of respect and manners, he pushed open the door further to enter.

The second he stepped in, he felt his whole body freeze.

"Hm?" Cornstarch colored shortly cut and dripping wet hair shook slightly, allowing droplets of stray water to the floor as the young man's head turned around curiously, memorable cerulean irises blinked over at his arrival, but the part that nearly made Arthur fall on his back, was the simple and undeniable fact that this person was only clothed with a rather small towel around his waist, stopping shortly around his toned thighs.

That wasn't Matthew.

Shit.

"Oh god! I'm so terribly sorry!" Stumbling backwards with his hands clumsily smacking his face to shield his eyes from the view, he felt his flushed face heat up as though someone were shooting a blow dryer dead-center at him. He continued stammering out unintelligible gibberish in pure unadulterated mortification as he attempted to find a way out the room with landing his eyes on the other man within the room.

Finally stepping his way out, Arthur managed to catch a look at the other who stood there stiff, a light blush plastered on his somewhat tanned cheeks, his mouth was left hanging a bit but nothing escaped out of it.

"Hey Arthur I found your phone and wallet."

Arthur bulleted past the mysterious and somewhat faded voice and collapsed into his room onto the bed tiredly. His heart pounding excitedly at what he previously encountered.

"Damn it…" He groaned out hugging a pillow to cover a majority of his still rosy glowing face while he anxiously glared at the door, expecting anyone to enter to catch him in his current awkward phase, "Stupid bloke, keeping doors opened so widely when he's so…" He found himself grumbling lowly. His night was officially ruined seeing as how he'd have to keep himself confined to his room for the rest of it.

He really couldn't wait to just get back to the Academy and have everything back to normal, with this whole day buried behind him.

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Thanks for the opinion on Seychelles guys! Poor gal… Hated because she's in the way of what people want.

The other islanders should be appearing next chapter. It depends if the number of words are over what I expect… This chapter was way more then I wanted it to be XD