Whooooa! I got so many reviews, I'm so happy. Thank you all so much, even if all you did was read it. It really makes me happy. And I'm going to start taking requests now, so if you've got 'em, I'll write 'em.

And you remember what I said about this one being angsty? …I lied. It's actually going to be super-fluffy and adorable, hopefully, with a touch of angst at the beginning.

Here goes!

Title: Unicorny Memories

Pairing: Well it's DEFINITELY not USUK…justkiddingitis.

Rating: K+, for safety. I really should change the story rating, shouldn't I?

Genre(s): Is FLUFF a genre? Ah, Friendship, with a touch of Angst

Dedications: MataHari-Chan, the requestor, as well as Lovely Hikari, JewishLolita, and MirrorTearz16, plus everyone who alerted and fav'd. You guys are the best.

Inspiration: The prompting, 'Alfred gets Arthur a unicorn plushie'.

Warnings: Two little boys get abandoned at a fair. D: And teh angst.

Summary: Life's unfair. His parents are moving him to the US, of all places. Well, at least he finds a good memory hidden in one of the boxes accidentally put in his new room…

Disclaimer: My birthday is in about a month and a half, and if you want to get me the rights to Hetalia, I would love you forever. That means I don't have them.

Arthur Kirkland, 17 years old, did not understand why his parents suddenly decided to move them back from their lovely home in London to some town in America, of all places. The town was in Virginia, his parents had told him, and it was a suburb of the capitol, Richmond. Arthur didn't care to learn anymore after that and tuned them out. (His little brother, however, loved learning all about the new country, especially after his mother hinted he'd be quite popular with his accent.)

He'd locked himself in his room, his only company his pet rabbit, Minty, and the fairies that had followed him around since he was about fie years of age, about the time when he'd moved back to England after a year living in Buffalo, New York. Yes, that was exactly the time. Hmm…

He looked over to one of the many boxes in his new bedroom and sighed. Might as well unpack…

After half an hour, he'd made it through three boxes. The fourth was labeled 'Arthur's Toys', and he frowned. He didn't remember asking for this to be taken to his room…must have been his mother's doing. He decided to go through it anyway, to see if there was anything worth keeping.

Mostly it was just crap…and then his hand brushed something soft.

He pulled a large purple unicorn out of the box. It had a yellow tail and matching ribbon around its neck. The sight of it made him smile softly as he recalled how he'd gotten it…

He was five years old, and his little brother was just a baby .His parents had taken him to the fair with his friend Alfred and Alfred's twin, Matthew. His mother, Alice, had told his eldest brother Scott to keep an eye on him since he was already thirteen, but as soon as he could he ditched Arthur and Alfred. Arthur, of course, had been bothered by it—what would they do if they wanted food or something?—but Alfred was fine with it. His mom had given him some money before they left, and some to Matthew, and Matthew gave Alfred his because he'd be staying with baby Peter and Alice and Roger. This calmed Arthur enough, and the two set off to play some games.

For a half hour or so Arthur followed Alfred around as he tried his hand at all sorts of different games. He yawned and scanned the seemingly endless row of stands for something when he saw it...the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.

That unicorn.

He stared at it, mouth open, large eyebrows raised up high, until Alfred snapped him out of it. When he saw what Arthur had been looking at, he grinned at his English friend. "You want me to win that unicorn for you?" he asked. Arthur could only nod happily, still too mesmerized by the astonishing beauty of the unicorn to speak. "Okay! I'll rescue that unicorn from the troll who runs the stand, but you have to promise to take care of it! That's what superheroes do, rescue animals and stuff…" Arthur dragged him off to the game as he continued to ramble.

It was one of those water-shooting games, where you have to make your horse get to the finish line first by constantly hitting the bullseye with the water. The prize was, of course, the unicorn. Alfred took his seat and paid his two dollars, and soon the game started.

Miraculously, Alfred won on his very first try. The man, whose nametag said 'ROMA' on it in big letters, handed Alfred the purple unicorn, and Alfred gave it to Arthur, who squeezed it tightly, and then hugged Alfred, the plushie squished between them.

That had been a good day…a good day before a sad one. The next was, after all, the Kirkland's moving day.

Arthur didn't have a chance to say goodbye to his best friend.

The 17-year-old was broken out of his thoughts by the feeling lf something wet on his face. Was he…crying?

Impossible.

He was about to place the unicorn on his bed after wiping his tears on his arm when he heard his mother calling for him to come downstairs or he would not get any dinner. He sighed irritably and stuffed the plushie under his arm. He unlocked the door to his room and trotted down the stairs.

"What is it" he asked, poking his head into the living room. His parents were sitting on boxes, and his little brother was in the middle of the room, wrestling with someone. There was a pair of glasses sitting on a box next to a stranger, one who looked strangely familiar.

At the sound of his grumpy, English-accented voice, the wrestlers stopped. His brother crawled out from underneath his much larger opponent, who hopped up and ran over to Arthur, hand outstretched. He had hair the color of wheat and eyes as blue as the sky.

"Hi! I'm Alfred!"

Arthur dropped his unicorn.

AN: So, how was that? Yeah….I couldn't think of a decent title for it. MataHari-Chan, if you didn't like it, I hope you'll like the other one…'course, I don't know when that'll be coming out, like I said…

Thanks for reading, and if you have a request (like a prompt for me to write on) please send them to me in a review! I promise I'll write them down and won't forget them.

Thanks again, and have a good week!