A/N: Ally, considering these characters are still countries, means to them as being together like how we use the term couple. Excuse the spelling. Enjoy.

Chapter 5: A smile of happiness

"Hey Alfred, you know how much I miss you? I never had the guts to tell you, but your very important to me," said Arthur in a friendly tone as he turned to me.

"Me too!" I laugh as I turn to him.

We where both walking in a nice road surrounded by flowers and huge trees. We wore our usual green and dark brown uniform. Of course, mine looked the best. His was too tight. But I think it suited him.

"You think i'll get to visit you anytime soon?"

"I hope so. I feel lost without you."

"Really?" He asked in a surprised voice. I nod.

"You took all the meaning in my life with you," I smile.

"Wow, that's a very nice thing for you to tell me," mumbled Arthur smiling.

"Well you make me feel very nice," I say. Arthur halts for a minute. So I halt too in response.

"What's wrong?" I asked turning my whole body to him.

"Oh, it just struck me. You never seemed like the romantic type to me," he laughed.

"Oh? Well it just depends whom I love is all!" I laugh back in return.

Does he know I . . . . ?

"Hey Arthur. Give me your hand," I mumble reaching my hadn out to him. He looks at me confused, then he turns away blushing as he crosses his arms.

"W-what kind of talk is that? Its so childish!" He said nervously.

"Well, I just want to hold your hand because I might get lost. These roads do have forks [as in a forkign road] and I might wander off like the complete idiot I am!" I laugh. Making up this lie to give him reason to hold my hand and still have pride makes me happy. Because it lets me know I understand him enough to make him feel comfortable. I feel as warm on the inside as the forest and atmosphere surrouding us.

"Yes! I don't want to go looking for you! I'd be too much trouble! Besides, you are an idiot!" He nervously stammers as he places his hand in mine. I grab a good hold of it and lead us now. For a good while, we walk in silence aswe lose ourselves in the warm, sun-setting scenery. I can feel his soft, sweaty and warm hand in my warm, dry one. Clearly he was nervous and probably blushing. I'd turn around to see his face out of curiosity, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. I was smiling a lot too, he actually took off his gloves to hold my hand. Well so did I, but he must have wanted to hold mine just as bad. this skin on skin contact with the hand alone made me blush.

"Where are we heading?" He finally asked in a relaxed, cutefuly frightened way.

"A beautiful sight. Breathtaking. Amazing. Memorable for the rest of our lives!" I exclaim hapily as I turn over my shoulder to show him my smile. He probably liked my face expression, because i can hear him breathe in a disbelief and taken back sort of way. As we near the edge of the red and yellowing trees, we stop at a clearing, and a cliff. And beyond that cliff was a beautiful sea. The Atlantic sea that seperated us. The sun was still setting. Good. I look around us, as I still hold his hand. The warm, carefree scenery just right too. Everythign according to plan.

"Hey Alfred, what did you mean by memorable for the rest of our li-?"

Before he could finish, he noticed I held both his hands clasped together between my own.

"I wanted to tell you something," I say as I keep my gaze at our hands, blushing a lot and unable to keep myself from smiling. I can tell he's nervous, because he takes one step back.

"Please don't say what I think your going to say," he uttered nervously. I shook my head.

No, he might be denying it, but he probably knows what I'm about to say. I can read it in his face. Now the question is whether or not he'd say yes. I mean, I hope there's no reason for him to, because that drive me insane with question and doubt.

"Will you be my ally?" I say as I look him straight in the eyes. His pretty green shiny and innocent eyes that'll either be filled with embarressed fury or a shine of happiness. Well im wrong, its neither.

"You moron! How dare you! I was-! I was . . . . "

He starts crying as he yanks his hands away from me. At first I'm taken back, thinking I came on too early. Maybe he wasn't ready. Maybe I was too bold. Maybe I was too corny, even for him. No, I was still wrong.

"I was going to ask you!" He yelled as he started kciking my right leg. I dodge once but get hit twice. So i trip and fall hard on my ass. I look at him confused now, adjusting my glasses. I look at him as he panted. His whole face burning red, some tears in his eyes. His small hands in fists on his sides.

"Really?" I say in disbelief, smiling bluntly.

"YEAH!" He yelled back at me. I start laughing, which makes him angrier, but instead of kicking me, he cries even more.

"What's wrong? I thought you already knew I-?"

"You made me feel like the uke in this!" He yelled as he wiped his face with his sleeve. So, I do a bol dand risky move; I grab onto his sleeve and pull him over myself. I laid on the grassy ground on my back, and made him, on knees and elbows, elevated over me, like he had pinned me down or something. His face was directly over mine. I can almost feel the warmth of his body against mine. I was still smiling, his surprised.

"What? I thought this would please you?" I say cockly.

"I . . . " before he can finish finding the right words he wanted to tel me he felt th emost ou tof the sea of emotions he was probably feeling, I see his face turn from surprised to longing.

"So you missed me a lot too. I thought you where just being nice at first saying you did," I smile as I stroke my hand in his thin, uneven blond hair.

"I never lie you moron," he uttered.

"Of course you don't, your Arthur." I smile hearing myself say this. because as much as I love his honesty, I knew deep down inside that's what scared me the most about him. Anything that came out of his mouth will either bring me joy or despair. That was the thing when your in love with someone. They have complete control over your emotions and actions and might haven't the slightest idea. That's what sucked. You might be the only one in love and wasting your time and lettting this person twist everything about you. But, if I had those feelings, I would know for sure that Arthur wasn't the one. But he was. He knew me better than anyone. Afterall, we did, turns out, love each other.

As I get caugh tin the heat of the moment, I slide my hadn behind his head, so we could come in contact for the first time. My first time even. I wanted to wonder whether it was his too, but I didn't want to think of him with anyone else now but me. Thsi is where, our brave, my brave, little Arthur takes charge.

"NO YOU DON'T!" He yells as he shoves my face away. I look at him in disbelief as he gets off of me and cleans himself with his hands. I get up confused.

"W-what's wrong? I thought we were-?"

"ITS MY FIRST!" He yelled.

"Awww, your so cute. Not wanting to humiliate yourself. This your first?" I ask obnoxiously as I pointed to my mouth. He keeps hi scool though, because I'm not being a jerk about it. He turns his back to me and crosses his arms as he shakes his head.

"Well, its mine too," I tell him to confort him. Of course this isn't true. Ive had two or three of my own, but just a peck. I wasn't lying either though because this would be my first with him. He turns around nervously.

"R-really?" he asks nervously. I nod my head.

"Well, that's good then," He says as he sighs relieved. This time I keep my thoughts to myself about how I loved seeing him worry about this, about this that had to do with me. This is the part where I thank my mind for giving me the built in mind-frame of always considering every little word, gesture and face expression with anyone I spoke to. It helped me like Arthur all the more. Maybe because of this little 'problem' others might see it as, over-analyzing and considering things, was the thing that helped me fall for Arthur the most. That is I bet. That's why it backfires when I apply it to anyone else but Arthur. Maybe because Arthur knows and understands well I have the ability to do this, or because he knows everything he does I will actually pay good attention to, he is just perfect for me. I probably wouldn't have cared how he looked like, well of course I had my standards, but I was willing to change them for him. What I had loved the most about him I guess was his actual self. His personality, his gestures, his reactions to everything. I'd go as far as saying being in love for the person he truly is. Nobody else, I hoped anyways, can see him in the way I do. And now, we would be together without anything to disturb us. Finally allies . . . .

At that last thought, I realize I'm laying halfway covered in a bed. My bed. In my room. The room just a few hours ago I was looking out from the window, to catch my last glimpse of Arthur.

Dammit, I had that dream again.

I sit up as I start to yawn and stretch. I pull off the cover as I slid my warm feet into some white slippers to keep them from touching the freezing floor, made by the codl weather outside. It was the middle of fall afterall. In that weird time period where all the leaves were still green, bu tthe weather like if it where fall already with yellow and red and orange leaves. I rub my face. Again, I had cried even more. I can just imagine how lonely i'd feel in the coming months, maybe even years. That thought depressed me. But then I slid my hand over my mouth, feeling a smile still engraved on it.

"I must've woken up from the smile I had in my dream." That's right. I just had that same fantasy where I had the guts and brilliance to tell Arthur everything and everything working out perfectly. Of course there's no way it would go like that in real life. I sigh to myself

Either its the overwhelming happiness, or hope, but I feel like I woke up with this smile for the sole reason that one day, I will see him again and tell him how much I was badly infatuated with him.

I find myself making my smile even wider.

END.