Author's Notes: Cheerio readers! Okay so this chapter, in my opinion, is a complete filler and totally awful. Sorry, I was waiting on lines while I wrote this on my iPod. (and my sister kept saying that I was writing porn but this is not porn) I would have uploaded this earlier but I was really tired and I am on my dad's laptop and what not. I will probably not upload again until Saturday or Sunday. {although I am thinking about updating Reflections of Revolution instead} I have to get going because I am going to the pool/hot tub right now. You jelly? LOL. Now to quickly to the fanfic. So I tried to explain this story to my sister, since she wanted to know what I was writing this whole time, and I realized that this is so confusing. If any of you are ever confused, do not be afraid to PM or ask me to clarify. I promise next chapter will be more interesting and will tell you more from Iain, Connor and William's perspectives. Reviewers are optional but highly appreciated! [I am 25 away from my goal of 100! Thanks for all of those!] I want to watch wipeout now so I will be going (^0^)

Warnings: Strong language.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia.

"Where have you been!?" Alfred shouted heatedly as Arthur entered the bomb shelter with an intertwined basket hanging on his elbow. He was sitting up on the cot cross legged allowing the thin stained sheets fall to the ground. His sandy blonde hair quite a bit disheveled from his nap and his blue eyes were droopy but Arthur still thought he was handsome. With an expression cold as ice on his usually cheerful face, he wailed "I woke up and I'm alone."

"I am dreadfully sorry," Arthur explained insincerely plus a roll of his striking green eyes. He rolled out the contents from his basket onto the round table carelessly. Two apples, one stale loaf of bread, a bundle of violet grapes, two tattered black cloaks, a flask that Arthur filled with water from a nearby stream and both the Queen and King Spades Clocks which he managed to steal from Alfred while he was asleep. It was not much, but it was all Arthur could, err, borrow without being caught. Hey, he was given magic powers for a reason, why let them go to waste? "Would you like something to eat?"

Alfred nodded twice walking over to the table and pulled out a wooden chair.

Arthur sighed looking down at the pile of food. It was certainly not nearly as much as they ate back at the castle, or not even close to half as much as Alfred consumed in one meal due to his gluttonous appetite and amount of training and studying he had to endure. He knew Alfred would probably still be hungry after this meal, and hearing each stomach growl made him feel even more guilty. "I know it is not very much, but it will have to be enough for a while."

He reached hesitantly for an apple and asked "aren't cha gonna have some?"

"Fix your grammar," he lectured dodging the sentence completely.

His sapphire eyes dangerously narrowed taking a large bite out of the bruised apple. Through his large chews he asked "what are you, my mother?"

"Your husband," he corrected curtly wiping Alfred's warm spit off his cheek.

"Well, since I'm apparently your husband, I say you should have some food!" he exclaimed rolling the other red bruised apple along the table.

Arthur politely rejected it by shaking his head and claimed he ate while walking back home; yet this was a complete lie. He would starve to death if it meant Alfred would stay alive just a bit longer.

"Just have a bite," he pressured holding the apple up against Arthur's pink lips and leaned his entire body over the table to do so. "I know you want to," he sang in an annoying high pitched voice.

"I already told you that I ate," he explained yet his stomach defied him by growling loudly. Stupid stomach.

"See! Your stomach wants it. And I am not taking another bite until you do!" he said crossing his arms across his empty stomach. As much as he claimed he did not like Arthur, he secretly found something intoxicating about him; and certainly did not want him dead. He felt a bit obligated to protect him, although he could not explain why.

"Alfred, do not do this to yourself and you need the food more than I do. I got all of this for you!"

"But-"

"No buts," he scolded crossly.

Alfred's lips aligned but obliged and took another bite of his apple. "What are ya looking at?" he asked with a tilted head, noticing that Arthur was gazing at the pointed arrows of the Queen's Clock.

"Oh, it is nothing but the time," he scoffed and stuffed the Clocks into the pockets of his trousers. He couldn't let Alfred use the Clock and regain his memories. If Alfred food out he was King, he would just want to go back to the castle to prove he is a hero by defeating Arthur's brothers. But he couldn't risk the slim chance that Alfred would not be able to beat them and end up perishing. He was the only loved one he still had, besides loyal Yao.

"So..." he began awkwardly allowing the word to linger in the tense atmosphere. "Tell me more about yourself."

"Uh..." Arthur stated a bit startled with Alfred's question and was, frankly, embarrassed. Since he was the one that whisked Alfred away from his peasantry he did not really need to explain who he was and rather asked the questions about him; so he really did not know what to say, especially since, now, he had to create an alias. "Um...I grew up as a...noble."

Alfred snorted and curled his lip. "Then why marry a peasant?"

"I met you one day...and we instantly fell in love," he said blushing despite the comment being a complete and utter lie. Neither royal instantly fell head over heels for the other. In reality, the two practically despised each other until their journey to Hearts.

"Sounds like one of those stories my ma used to tell me," he stated taking his final bite of the apple, leaving only a thin core before starting on the second apple.

"Should I go and get more food?" Arthur suggested noting how monstrous he devoured the second apple.

"No, no," he scoffed not wanting to be a bother to Arthur, no matter how hungry he was. Then he looked down noticing he already finished the second apple and added sheepishly "I don't remember ever being this hungry after two apples."

"Well...you did have all of that training."

He tilted his head. "What kind of training?"

He flicked his wrist and lied "oh, well...you wanted to be one of the Numbers in the Deck."

He snorted and coiled his upper lip. "Why would I want to work in the military for stingy royalty anyways?"

"That is certainly not true!" Arthur shouted pounding his fists on the wooden table. He collected himself before grumbling "not all royalty are as bad as you think."

"Name one," he retorted with a scowl and a roll of his baby blue eyes.

"The previous King and Queen of Spades." Smugly, he retorted "actually, you were quite close to them."

"I doubt that," he muttered nibbling on the slice of bread.

"I am serious! And what is so bad about them anyways? It is not like they did anything bad to you."

He slumped into his chair and muttered into his high shirt collar "they killed my parents."

Arthur's eyes widened. He never would kill anyone, except maybe his brothers, but that was a completely different scenario. "I did no such deed!"

"What!?" Alfred asked a bit confused.

"I m-meant the royals. They would not kill anyone!"

He scratched the back of his neck and admitted "well, not directly. A few years ago they imposed some law about taxing for each person that lived in the house. My ma could not afford those taxes and was killed by one of those tax collectors."

He bit his lip guilty licking his iron flavored blood. "I am truly sorry."

"Don't be. It was a long time ago, and a new Queen came to power and got rid of that law."

Arthur smiled a bit for himself. "And that new Queen was one of your close friends, until the new royalty took over."

"Is she gonna be okay?"

Arthur gazed into Alfred's worried blue eyes forgetting to fix his mistakes. He couldn't tell Alfred the truth now; it would only complicate things. "Yes, she is."

To Be Continued...