Arthur found himself just staring at the ceiling that night, his eyes trailing along the marks in the wood. He could hear noises, the sounds of his gang gathering their belongings as they prepared to leave, now that their boss was up and around.

The only other sounds were those of the building around him, and the typical sounds you expect to hear at night.

Then there was something else.

Arthur sat up, trying to concentrate on the almost silent noise of footsteps, getting closer and closer until they stopped right outside the door.

Then it opened.

Alfred stepped inside, a leather pack resting on his hip, with the strap across his chest.

Arthur looked over at him, and sat up slowly.

"Your leaving?" The blonde teen questioned, but there was no hint of conviction in his voice, only curiosity.

Arthur nodded. "Yeah, pretty soon we will be. There's no need to burden yer family with us anymore."

Alfred bit his lip, then walked over to Arthur and leaned down, their faces only inches apart. "If your leavin'... I'm going with ya."

Arthur inhaled sharply, his eyes widening a bit in surprise. " You want... to come with me?"

Alfred nodded again, his eyes briefly glancing down at Arthur's lips. The bandit noticed the slight twitch of his eyes, and smirked slightly, leaning forward just a bit to close the distance between them.

Alfred didn't resist this time, returning the kiss almost hesitantly. Arthur closed his eyes, enjoying this feeling far more then he had without Alfred responding to him.

They pulled away after a moment, Alfred looking down at the ground slightly, his flushed face barely visible in the darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight.

"I think you might've been right... from the very beginning."

Oh god...

I'm sorry...

This is so short...

But...

This is where I want this chapter to end...

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^my cat stepped on my keyboard

ummm...

I'mma write random crap here now...

to make this chapter seem longer.

When it's actually REALLY short.

I'm going to tell you a story, my child.

Now.

There was once this guy.

His name was England.

Now no one really liked England.

And he couldn't cook worth a damn.

So anyone who ate his food...

they died.

So he snuck his food into this huge party.

Everyone ate it and died.

except America.

Because America was used to England's crappy food.

and then

America and England got married.

Because France was dead too.

He ate England's food.

So he wasn't in their way anymore.

So they got married.

And then America got pregnant.

And they had 3 children.

They are quite beautiful babus.

I luvs dem.