Hey, hey, hey! :D Digga was geht* my lovely readers? :D So uhm...This chapter sucks XD That's all I really have to say lol

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After the storage room incident, France thought it a wonderful idea to relax in the living room, and watch a little TV. Of course, he said this to try and relax Arthur who had just went balisitc because Francis was 'spying' on them.

So here they were sitting on the couch. (Well Arthur and Alfred were. Arthur forced Francis to sit on the love seat.) The TV was turned to some cartoons but no one really paid any mind to them, except Alfred, but Arthur noticed that the boy was slumped slightly and was snoring softly, almost non-existent.

He got up and re-adjusted Alfred out on the couch and covered him up with the worn out blanket that draped over the couch, before sitting on the recliner across the room from France.

"Tiring day, oui?" France spoke. He looked to Arthur, who looked worn out.

"Yes, quite. Still have important matters to attend to as always though." He grumbled.

"Yes, as always. If you don't mind, would you like to tell me what you have to do?" Francis wanted to keep the conversation going. It was one of the rare moments that he and Arthur wasn't bickering, and he did enjoy the time of peace.

"Ah, well I have yet to inform America's president of this issue. Then there's Alfred himself. I have to figure out why he's like this. And then there's the meeting tomorrow...I really need a cup of tea." He groaned out at the end. He stood up, motioning for France to follow him before walking to the kitchen. He dug through the cabnits and at last, found an 'English Tea Time' in the very back. It made him smile that America actually kept some tea in his house just for him, when he decided to visit.

"Mon ami, your stressing yourself out. Why not wait till a little later? I mean, spread out everything you have to do."

"Well obviously I can't 'spread out the meeting' nor can I wait any longer to call the President. Which leads to Alfred's condition, which really needs to be fixed." He said as he started making his long awaited cup of tea.

"Well, why don't you let me help you out then?" France suggested.

"As much as a appreciate your wanting to help. I'd rather do this myself, thank you." There was an awkward silence that filled the room. When Arthur's tea was ready, he took a sip of it and was blessed as the warm feeling traveled through his body. Content, he walked to the table and sat down, France doing the same.

"I have to call the President now, so hush up." Arthur hissed. He pulled out his phone, and searched the number through his contacted till he found it. He was thankful that America had given it to him, for emergency uses.

The phone rang three times, before a deep voice was heard on the other end, "Good evening, this is President Obama."

"Ah, good evening ! This is Arthur Kirkland speaking, or otherwise known as England. I hate to inform you, but I have some unfortunate news."

"Hello, ! It's been awhile since we last talked. How are you? Some news? Enlighten me, please." The President asked, seeming rather interested.

"I'm fine, thank you. For the reason I called, I thought I should let you know that Alfred- er America, has gotten into a car accident."

"? How is he doing? Is he alright?" The voice had obvious worry in it. It was clear that Obama was worried about Alfred's well-being.

"He has suffered some head trauma, and cannot remember anything. Also, as unbelieving as it may sound, it seems that Alfred has become younger. He is quite alright now, though, I assure you. He has recovered quite nicely." He took a sip of the hot tea.

"Lost his memory? When was this? And y-younger? Would you like to explain to me how that happened. I must say that this is very...Unrealistic. Are you pulling my leg?"

"Well, the accident occured at least 3 weeks ago. I'm sorry to just now be telling you, and I'm sure you have been worried as to why he has not shown up to work. As for the him being younger, I do not know why he is. Japan and I had tried to come up with theories but was unable to come to a conclusion. But I must say, that I am most certainly not pulling your leg, as I am a gentlemen and I would not do that."

"3 weeks? That's quite a bit ago. I suppose you had your reasons, though. No conclusions? That's no good." There was a pause at the other end, "I would like to see Alfred. When is the best time for him to come to the White House? Lets see...I am open for 9 o'clock am Thursday. Is that a good time for you?" Thursday. He had today and tomorrow after the meeting to get ready.

"Ah that sounds perfect. I'll see you then with Alfred, . Goodbye."

"Sounds good. Goodbye ."

Arthur sighed as he ended the call and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. "Ah, glad to have that over with. Looks like we're going to Washington D.C. Thursday."

"Wonderful~! It has been oh so long since I seen D.C." He stared off in the distance and faintly heard Arthur grumble something about, 'Who said you would be going' But the comment went unanswered.

England looked at the time before standing up. He excused himself and left for the living stopped in front of the couch, watching Alfred sleep for a moment. He looked so stress free and peaceful. Just like a child. He smiled to himself and picked up the sleeping nation, who's head lulled against his shoulder. He walked up the stairs (Which was thankfully much easier since Alfred was smaller) and came to the room which was obviously his and opened the door. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the room. He was so self-centered.

Walking into the room and to the bed, he layed Alfred down as gently as possible, without waking the boy and covered him up with the patriotic blanket.

"Sweet dreams, Alfie." He kissed the Americans forehead and left the room, leaving the door open so the light from the hallway could fill the room.

"You still act like his mother, even after all these years, Arthur." France said as England re-entered the kitchen. England snorted and re-claimed his chair, glaring at the French-man.

"I do not act like his mother, wanker. I am meerly caring for him, that is all!" France shook his head and smiled.

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant that you still love him. It's nice to see you haven't lost that touch." England rolled his eyes, but his lip twitched up in a small smile.

"Whatever, frog."

"Now...Would you like to show me some amour? I can make you feel good aaaaaall night~!" France giggled, but yelped when England punched him in the face.

"SHUT UP, YOU BLOODY WANKER!"

The rest of the night continued on with Arthur pounding Francis's face for trying to...'Assit him in the ways of amour'

A/N: So I feel like this chapter absolutely sucked monkey balls :/ Sorry guys...Don't hurt me! ;A; Anyways, I promise on pasta that the next chapter will be much, much, MUCH better :D Besides, Who couldn't resist the crazy-ness at the meetings? Especially with the new Alfred? ;D

So, 'Digga was geht' means 'Dude, what's up?' in German ^^ Cause my German friend is so wonderfully awesome, she wanted to teach me some slang over there :D

Anyways, please excuse all mistakes :D and please rate and review! :D Danke~