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Alfred stared out the window as he held onto Arthur's cold hands. The constant beeping was the only thing that reminded him that the Brit was still alive. The sun was already setting yet he just felt like he could stay up forever until Arthur wakes up. The last few words that Arthur mouthed him earlier that day was bothering him greatly.

Why? What had made him said that?

Yes, he had gained his freedom centuries ago, but he didn't want to turn out this way. In fact, in the war, he wasn't sure if he could have faced his former guardian on the battlefield with full hatred. Yes, it wasn't just Arthur who had cried that very day.

"Arthur..."

Iain looked back towards Alfred from his position by the window. He closed his eyes a while before moving to leave the room. He understood now, everything that didn't make sense earlier had now made sense. And now, he have one thing to do, which is to inform the rest of the UK brothers.

The door gently closed as Alfred held his grip more tightly, but still not harming Arthur. The surgery had taken nearly 6 hours, but time didn't matter. As long as Arthur gets to be alive, Alfred could wait for a millenium.

"You could have said something."

Alfred whispered to Arthur. The room was flooded with 'Get-well-soon' cards and flowers. Even Ivan had come and visit without creeping anyone out. He had brought his trademark sunflowers and left them in an empty flower vase.

Most nations had come to know about Arthur's situation and they suddenly gave a huge amount of affections towards him.

Why, why hadn't they gave him those affections and attentions earlier? Then maybe he wouldn't be sitting by the hospital bed, eyes red from the held-backed tears. Then maybe he wouldn't staring like a lifeless doll, looking out at the red sunset.

The same colour as the liquid that flowed from Arthur's body when the truck surpassed the speed limit. The same colour that stained his white shirt as he held onto Arthur in the middle of the road.

"Alfred?" A soft voice broke Alfred's thoughts.

Alfred merely turned his head over to look at his twin. In Matthew's arms were the stacks of diaries that Alfred had saw in the drawer yesterday. Alfred's eyes widen and he was quick to snatch the stack away from the Canadian. Signaling him to leave the room, he quietly closed the door, leaving Alfred to be immersed in the books.

It was rude to read other people's diaries, especially in front of the owner. But since the owner refused to let anything loose, there was only one way to find out how he felt all along. The diaries even had a bolt on each of its cover.

Using his strength, Alfred could easily break the bolt. Flipping to the first page, he slowly read each word, careful not to miss any clues. To his surprise, it started out on the very day he had met the young Alfred and not from earlier on.

Dear Diary,
I have met the boy that some nations had spotted some time ago today. Surprisingly, he hadn't ran away from me like they had described him as. I approached him and it seems that he wasn't afraid of me at all. It was interesting as he seems to be one of us. His golden hair and blue eyes were so mesmerizing that I had only remembered to return when the sky turned dark. It seems that he is unable to speak my language and we can't exactly communicate properly, I guess I would teach him that when I visit him tomorrow.

Ah, it still felt like yesterday when Arthur had came to the younger Alfred. At that time, he hadn't felt the need to cower away from the man. Instead he had felt a family attraction which lured him into attempts to communicate with the man.

Alfred continued.

Dear Diary,
Surprise took me when America had chosen me over that french frog! Despite him trying to lure the young one with the delicious cuisine! Yes, I am never admitting to the frog that his food is actually rather delicious. Anyways, it seems that the boy is able to learn things very quickly. It's only a few months but he can already speak to me in simple English! The only thing now is for him to stop pronouncing the L and R as W...

Alfred chuckled, he remembered the days when he could only pronounce England as 'Engwand'.

Dear Diary,
I had given America a human name, which is Alfred. I named him after a great king who had helped greatly with my country. It also means elf or magical counsel, I pray that the magical beings in America would look after him when I am away. Somehow, he had grown attached to me and in return I had too. Every time I had to leave for affairs in my country, he would start crying and beg me to not leave him alone. After a few times, I had decided to make a toy box filled with soldiers so that the wooden soldiers would accompany Alfred in place of me when I leave. I do miss him dearly when I leave though.

Alfred hadn't known that Arthur had missed him when he left, he thought it was only himself who wanted company.

Dear Diary,
Alfred had grown very quickly. A bit too quickly, in my opinion. He's now taller than me, but that is not the issue. We are having many arguments these days. I don't like how this is progressing towards to...

Alfred lowered his eyes a bit.

Dear Diary,
I can't believe it! Alfred had just told me that he wanted independence from me. No, I won't allow it! He must not leave! This world is too dangerous for him to survive in. He won't last very long if he was independent! I... I will be alone again...

Alfred paused when he read the last sentence, he quickly put all his concentration on the next few entries.

Dear Diary,
As I had somewhat expected, Alfred had started a revolutionary war. I had tried my best to stop him as soon as possible. Currently it seems to be effective, which is good. I don't need, don't want Alfred to lose his innocent smile when he gets exposed to the outside world. This is bad, my hands are shaking badly, I should stop and rest but I can't... This strategy won't last very long, I should start planning soon—

Alfred stared in surprise as he looked at the letter N. It seems that it was smudged with something red... Blood? He had no idea that Arthur was ill during the war. No wonder his handwritings were shaky and not neat like the previous entries and books.

Dear Diary,
I have lost. I couldn't prepare the strategy in time because I was unconscious for too many days. I shouldn't have rested, and now Alfred... had left me behind. It hurt, when he turned his back towards me. Iain brought me back here after I fell unconscious once more from both the overwhelming emotions and the illness. I am eternally grateful that he had brought me back instead of leaving me there alone again. This would be my last entry and my last proof that I once had a heart. Tomorrow will be a new beginning. Tomorrow I will be Arthur no more.

Alfred turned the page and found the next few pages torn and burnt off. It really was the last entry.

He frowned deeply. He... didn't know that that loneliness had bothered Arthur so much but who was he to say? He grew up in an environment which is filled with people coming and going, he wasn't exactly alone. Alfred flipped to the very last page which hadn't been torn and blanked out. There was no words or anything in the page. He closed his face to see for any marks and he ran his fingers over it. There was a few bumps and so but he couldn't read any alphabets out of it.

Curious, he kept trying again and again for anything. Too lost in his thoughts, he had not notice the book was glowing white from each time he felt for the bumps. When he had finally realised it, he was engulfed by the white glowing light.