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"I love you."
That was the first time in a very, very long time that he heard those three words from Alfred. Not since he was a little boy. Hugged him tighter, if that were possible, and whispered back,
"I love you too."
Right after he said it, Matthew did so too.
After a few minutes of just staying in each others embrace, Arthur reluctantly pulled away and stood up, holding Alfred's hand.
"Unfortunately, we can't stay here long. I'm sure Ivan will wake up soon, and I don't want to be here to see him wake up." He smirked slightly, and Alfred shuddered.
"I'll call the others and tell them we found them. We need to find Alfred a thicker coat if we're going to be walking for a while." Arthur nodded and he went to the coat rack by the door and pulled one off. He new it would be too big for Alfred, but he was fairly certain that Russia didn't have one for Alfred's size.
He put the coat on Alfred, only pausing when he was getting ready to button him up. "What the hell did he put you in?" By now, the maids outfit was only half on, one shoulder falling off, and most of the laces un-done.
"He made me put it on.. To make beds and stuff." Alfred whispered. He didn't really want to talk about it, or talk at all really. He just wanted to get home and snuggled with Arthur and Matthew.
"That bloody bastard. He better be glad he's not awake or I would beat him some more." Arthur growled. He looked back at Alfred and managed a half smile before buttoning up his coat. He would have to buy him some new clothes before they went back.
He momentarily left Alfred to run into one of the rooms to grab a blanket off the bed and bring it back to Alfred. He wrapped it around him and picked Alfred up and went to Canada who just finished the call with the others nations.
"They said they're on their way to our check spot. We should leave so we can get there on time." He opened the door was met by a blast of wintery air. Arthur held Alfred tighter, thankful that he wasn't heavy.
*Page break :P*
When they finally reached their destination, the other nations were sitting around. Italy spotted them and jumped up, running to them, yelling,
"Vee~! You found him! You found him! Lets have pasta to celebrate!" He ran up to England, momentarily forgetting that he was scared of him, to peak into the blanket to see that Alfred was asleep. He 'Awww'ed' before Germany pulled him back and told him to be quite. They didn't want to attract any attention, and didn't want to wake of Alfred, who was more than likely tired.
"Yes, yes, now lets get out of this blasted country. I'm bloody cold and I want to get Alfred home."
"That sounds like a good plan." Canada murmured.
"Oh~, mon ami, I'll keep you warm~!" France twirled over there and hugged the Brit, who managed to kick France in the shin without jostling Alfred around to much.
"Stay away, frog!" He hissed.
"I have a feeling that if we don't leave now, we will be faced with some problems later." Japan said, rubbing his hands together. The others nodded and thankfully they went on their way to the airport.
"Oh wait! I have to stop at a store and get Alfred some new clothes!" Arthur exclaimed, but quitely, for Alfreds sake.
"Why?" Germany asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew that Arthur liked to spoil Alfred with stuff he wanted, but right now of all times?
"Well, er..Lets say that he's not dressed appropriately to be seen in public." Germany nodded slowly and Japans face turned red as he realized most likely what Alfred was wearing. Arthur carefully and slowly handed Alfred, who slept through everything so far, to Matthew, who great-fully took his brother.
England ran into the closest store, and after a moment of searching, found a simple pair of sweat pants, a T-shirt and boots and socks. After a few minutes of torture with trying to pay for the items, he ran out of the store to see the other nations standing there staring at him.
"Okay, let's go. He can change at the airport."
"W-wha' is-it?" Alfred slurred his words together as Matthew and Arthur woke him up in an airport bathroom. Arthur forced the others to wait outside, not wanting Alfred to be startled when he woke up with so many people looking at him. Plus, they needed to get a ticket right away and asked Japan to get them.
"We got to get you changed out of that...Dress." He regarded the outfit with distaste, but couldn't help the thought that crossed his mind. 'He does look really cute in it though.' He shook his head and pulled Alfred into one of the stalls. Matthew closed it and helped Arthur take the dress off of Alfred.
Once off, Canada threw it away and Arthur quickly dressed Alfred who seemed still out of it. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and leaned on Matthew, who picked him up. Arthur put the blanket on Alfred again and carried the coat as they walked out of the bathroom to greet the others.
"We got the tickets..Took a few minutes to convince the lady to give us the next flight ticket. She seemed quite stubborn about it." Japan said wearily, "Our flight will be in thirty minutes."
"Ah, thank you so much Kiku. I'll pay you back when we get to America."
"Yay! I'm going home!" Alfred suddenly shouted from Matthews arms, causing the nations to jump. They laughed a the outburst.
"Yes, your going home." Matthew giggled.
"Vee~ and I'm going to make a bunch of pasta, and we can have a big party." Italy said gleefully, before latching onto Germany's arm.
Arthur smiled, glad everyone was happy, but they were back to square one again. Thay got Alfred back, but they still had to deal with the fact the he was still young and only slowly getting his memories back. He would have asked the others if any of them had happened to come up with new ways for helping Alfred and his aging of memories, but he didn't want to spoil the mood. Everyone seemed happy that they accomplished their goal.
*Back in America*
"I'm so happy to be home!" Alfred exclaimed, running into the house and jumping on the couch, then running upstairs to his home to flop down on the bed for a moment before running back downstairs.
"Don't run in the house, Alfred!" Arthur called, trying to follow him, "You might get hurt." Even though he scolded Alfred, he was happy that Alfred was acting more like his older self, in some ways. Not to mention, he was glad to be ho- back in America.
Alfred ran towards Arthur and launched himself into Arthur's arms and planted him a sloppy kiss on Arthur's cheek, who in turn, turned cherry red, but before he could say something, Alfred spoke,
"Artie, I'm hungry!" The nations, who Arthur forgot were there, giggled.
"Just like you to want food right away."
"Pasta!" Italy yelled excitedly, and skipped to the kitchen, not even waiting for the others answers.
"Pasta it is then." Arthur laughed. It's been awhile since he felt this good.
It was plan chaos from the time Feliciano started cooking till everyone was finished eating. Everyone was practically shouting at each other, and France as acting as he normally did he kept scooting his chair closer and closer to Arthur, who tried hard to not smack him.
"Mais* Angleterre~ It's a celebration! Just one kiss? S'il tu plait*~" France leaned closer and England tried to shoved him. Canada and Alfred watched in curiosity as France tried to attack the English-men. It was quite funny.
"No! I am NOT going to give you a kiss you bloody frog! That is uterly disgusting!" He shouted. Germany and Japan now watched, though Ludwig was not interested. Kiku giggled, thinking about his yaoi mangas he had at home and how these two would be perfect for one fo his managas.
"It's not that bad, Angleterre~! I remember back in the old days you would die for a ki-"
"SHUT UP!" He kicked France's chair which cause Francis to tumble out and on the floor. Alfred bursted out in laughing and Matthew snickered.
"You just don't want to admit that you did like it back then." France giggled while getting up, rubbing his now sore butt cheek.
"That was the past, you frog! This is now, and there is no way that will ever happen again." He couldn't help the satisfied smirk that play across his lips as he watched France wince as he got up.
The rest of the evening consisted of Arthur and Francis bickering, Japan thinking of his yaoi (A/N:Heeeheehee yaoooiiii! 3) and Italy annoying Germany to no end.
By 10 o'clock, Matthew picked up a half asleep Alfred and carried him up to his very patriotic room. He placed Alfred on the old bed, then climbed in with him, pulling the blanket up around them. Alfred snuggled closer, burring his face into his twins chest as Matthew wrapped his arms around Alfred.
The twins fell asleep almost instantly, and it wasn't look until the door creaked open revealing Arthur. He poked his head in and noticed the brothers sleeping together, wrapped up in each others arms. He smiled softly.
"Good night.." He whispered softly.
A/N: Okay, okay, I know this was a crappy filler chapter, but there will be some stuff going on next chapter! Arthur and the others (Who decided to stay :p) are going to figure out how to fix Alfred! Then we can have some USUK/UKUS :D 3 yaaaay~
Translation:
Mais: But- French
S'il tu plait- Please (The informal version)-French
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