Sorry for super slow update! This story is kinda hard to write, in my opinion. I'm not sure about a weekly update for this anymore but I'll try my best! Glad this story caught someone's attention~ Cheers for yunike08 for her comment that made me rush my writing! \o/ Thanks for all the favourites and follows.

The sun was shining bright yet the Brit was not awake yet. He had fell asleep after last night's cryings. One that all nations decide that it would be best to leave Alfred to this personal scene. One that Arthur spilt all his emotions into and felt a little better.

Alfred too, had fallen asleep from exhaustion in the armchair. The nations had decided to stay over, in case anything else happened. Arthur's house was relatively big, so they could fit into the guest rooms.

Some of the nations were early wakers, like Antonio and Ludwig. They were wandering around the lowest floor for breakfast. A noise attracted them towards the kitchen and they cautiously walked in.

Matthew and Francis was near the stove, one making pancakes and the other seemed to be dramatically making a buffet for breakfast.

"Bonjour, it seems that both of you iz awake. Come and have some breakfast."

Spain enthusiastically hopped over while Ludwig stiffly moved over. Matthew knew what they were going to ask as soon as they finished their breakfast.

"So... Anyone have ideas why Arturo is like that?"

Francis shook his head despite him having a vague idea about it. He was rather sure that Alfred was partly in fault, though he wasn't sure if the boy knew it or not. Deciding that Alfred always chose to not read situations, he probably didn't.

Suddenly remembering that Arthur had his own siblings as well, he grabbed his red phone from the kitchen table and went through his contacts. Finding the name he was looking for, he pressed the call button.

"Whit dae ye want, Francis."

"It iz Angleterre, Iain."

For once, the Scotsman on the other end of the call had paused all his work to listen to Francis. His face showed no difference but underneath his stoic look, he was panicking.

Sure, his other brothers and he had loved to tease and bully Arthur when he was younger but nowadays they had grown more mature to leave the youngest brother alone. It had been quite some time since Iain had found some time with Arthur alone.

"I'm comin'."

Iain had ended the call before Francis could make any replies and it made him sigh. Great, the last time he checked, Alfred and Iain argued much more than anyone else. It wasn't necessary for Arthur to have another disruption of the much needed peace.

"Good morning... Frog." A tired sounding voice rang from the top of the stairs. It seems that Arthur was awake now. Then was Alfred awake too?

Alfred stood protectively beside his former guardian, carefully looking after him while Arthur walked down the stairs without the older one knowing.

"You're awake, mon lapin!"

Said person scoffed at his old nickname as he helped himself with a serving of Matthew's pancakes, claiming to hate French cuisine and at the same time, refusing to touch any.

So has Arthur gotten over his depression? Francis sincerely hoped so, he preferred his grumpy Arthur with his honest scowl than this one, who hid everything to himself. He wasn't even sure if this was just another act to let them have their guards down.

Antonio and Ludwig seemed to have taken no notice, but they still kept a close eye at him. Maybe they were a bit too concentrated on one person, they slight jumped from shock from the offending noise.

Knock knock knock. The door trembled from the rapid knocking from outside. Francis and Matthew turned over, immediately knowing who was outside. Matthew meekly opened the door to a red headed, short tempered Kirkland.

Iain Kirkland gave no notice to Matthew for the first time, as he strode meaningfully over to his younger sibling. Roughly carrying Arthur up, ignoring all the latter's protests, he narrowed his eyes.

"What's wrang, laddie? Hae ye gotten tay emotional wi' 'at bairn ye raised?"

"It is none of your business, Iain."

"Aam serioos."

Unable to understand Iain's Scottish accented English, Alfred automatically assume that Iain was insulting Arthur again. He had not had much good experience with him anyways.

"Put him down, Scotland." Alfred said harshly.

Both Kirkland siblings immediately turned their attention towards the American. Iain carefully placed Arthur back to his seat as he came nearer towards Alfred.

"Whit ur ye daein' haur, ye brat."

"Talk English!"

"Ah am 'spikin sassenach, ye divit."

"I don't understand a single word! Anyways, you weren't supposed to come! I've got this all under control!"

"Hoo coods ye hae gotten everythin' under control if yoo're th' a body at faut haur!"

The argument was getting heated by every second and it would be fine if no one could understand the previous sentence Iain retorted. Unfortunately, there were a few who could understand his accent, namely Arthur.

"Enough! It's nobody's fault, okay? It was my entire fault and mine alone. I brought this upon myself."

With that, Arthur dashed outside of his house. He was rather grateful he had a change of clothes before going downstairs earlier but that wasn't the main point now. Both of his most important people in his life, which he wouldn't admit in front of them, was arguing because of him. He hated it, it would be better if...

Alfred and Iain had immediately stopped arguing and ran out to look for Arthur. For once, they concentrated in finding the Englishman together. They had ran across many streets, somewhat shocked that the fragile man could have ran that far.

"There!"

Arthur was walking in the middle of the road, his eyes were watering but he wouldn't allow the tears to fall down again. It was a sign of weakness. He hadn't seen the headlights flashing, the loud honks nor the truck coming at the speed of lightning towards him.

Yet Alfred saw that one tiny smile that Arthur flashed as he turned to look at the incoming vehicle. He could barely make out the words that Arthur had mouthed him.

'Alfred, welcome your freedom.'