OK, they don't know if he's really in St. Peter's Basilica, but what they do know is that they're forced to spend one night in the hotel while waiting for the others to come in (they don't want Japan to overwork himself). Hopefully, no one blows up and starts ripping the place apart. It's a nice hotel.

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For some reason, Antonio was the one who spent the money buying five hotel rooms. Now that four people had added into the mix, they were forced to share the bedrooms. It didn't take long for anyone to sort out the room arrangements, and after a while, Kiku was the lucky one to get his own room.

"Do I have to share a room with you?" Lovino turned to the Spaniard.

"Aw…are you complaining?" Antonio frowned.

Maybe he would've gotten the hint when Lovino started to shove his fist in his stomach.

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Seyel sat on her bed with a worried look on her face, adjusting the blue nightgown that she was wearing. The sound of water running in the bathroom echoed across the wall, indicating that Matthew was taking a shower. She lied on her stomach and stared at the empty TV screen in front of her.

England seemed really down today…he was dazing off a lot ever since Italy fell off the cliff.

She began to wonder if there was something wrong with him. Just as she was about to stand up, she saw the bathroom door open and Matthew walking out of the door with his pajamas (he's shy about exposing parts of his body). He looked at her and noticed her concerned look.

"W-what's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing…I'm just worried about England, that's all."

"Arthur?" Matthew sat down by her side. "I mean…I would understand if you're worried about Ludwig, but…"

"I am worried about Germany too, but…" Seyel placed her head on his hand. "You noticed him too, didn't you? He was out of it the whole day…"

"Actually…yeah, I have noticed that. Why do you think that is?"

"Maybe he blames himself for what happened to Germany and Italy." She sighed.

"Hm…I don't think Arthur's that type of person…" Canada rubbed his chin with his free hand. "He'd probably say that there's no one to blame…"

"That still doesn't keep me from being worried…"

"If you want, we can go check up on him." Matthew smiled. "See if he's alright."

Seyel turned to him, seeing the soft smile that ended up tugging at her lips as well. After a few seconds, she stood up, took his hand, and pulled him out the room. It didn't take long for her to find their room (it was at the end of the hallway). Once they were there, she lifted her hand up to knock.

"Wait."

She saw Matthew walk in front of her and pushed the door. It creaked open slowly (unlocked…how very un-British of him), allowing the both of them to peek inside. The inside revealed Arthur alone, sitting on the bed with his back away from the door, and the sound of someone holding back tears.

"Arthur…" Matthew looked around. "Where's my brother at a time like this?"

"…I knew something was wrong." She looked up to him. "We should do something-"

Matthew suddenly took her wrist and quietly slammed her on the other side of the hallway, covering her eyes and hugging her as tightly as he could. She was about to scream when she heard footsteps echoing in the hallway. Through the gap in his fingers, she saw that it was Alfred, heading back to his room. It was also then that she realized that Matthew had actually turned the both of them invisible. She watched as he knocked on the door.

"Arthur? Are you OK?" He asked.

He didn't reply. After a few minutes, Alfred pushed the door open and walked in, closing it slightly behind him. That messaged Matthew to let her go. They both stared at each other before heading toward the door with curiosity sinking into their minds. Meanwhile, Alfred was shocked at the tears going down his face.

"…A-Arthur?"

"Tch…go ahead. Make fun of me all you want." Arthur spat. "I really don't give a bloody damn."

"Well, I do. Look, you're crying your eyes out and you're not even drunk." He sat down. "Tell me."

England looked away from him, forcing himself to stay strong. He started to dismiss him as long as he could, and even once tried to run to the bathroom. Yet the American remained determined. It wasn't until Alfred grabbed Arthur around his waist that he completely broke down, collapsing onto his knees.

"God dammit…this is all my fault, isn't it…it's always my fault…"

"Arthur…this isn't your fault-"

"THE BLOODY HELL it's my fault!" He tore away from him. "It's always my fault, isn't it?"

"Arthur…"

"It's my fault Holy Roman Empire is letting loose on this planet! It's my fault Feliciano died to save that bloody German! It's my fault that he's using what's left of him to reclaim his land!"

"Arthur, I-"

"Oh, and that's not all, isn't it? It's my fault half of the world fell to Germany during World War II! It's my fault that oil spill happened in one of your harbors. Oh, and better yet! It's my bloody fault you left me and took off on your own, isn't it?"

His screaming took everyone by surprise. Matthew and Seychelles were surprised that no one came running out their rooms to check up on England. Alfred was the most shocked, staring at the crying Englishman before allowing him to collapse into his arms, hot tears staining his uniform.

"Every single time…I was so bloody selfish…and ended up screwing someone over one way or another…" England spat. "If it hadn't been for what I did, we wouldn't be here. That damn Italy would still be alive-"

"But they would still be lost."

England looked up and saw Alfred slowly pushing him off of his shoulder just to maintain eye contact. It was then that he realized that his eyes were literally glowing in the moonlight, making him all the more intimidating. He tried to turn away, but only succeeded in getting a hand to steady his chin.

"If you hadn't meddled, Ludwig would never have remembered his past and Feliciano would probably be waiting forever." He continued. "Sure, you might've ended up screwing everything over the head…but in the long run, you actually did some good to them."

"…you don't have to hide any insults, you bloody git." He muttered.

"I would've thrown them at you already, if I had any. Seriously, lighten up a bit." Alfred shook his head. "No one's blaming you for what happened."

"…"

"Seriously…you had nothing to do with this."

"…bloody hell I didn't…"

"Hm…well, I guess I'll have to smack you out of it the old-fashioned way."

The hand underneath Arthur's chin pushed him up a little higher and then quickly placed his lips on his old mentor's (much to his brother's surprise). After a few seconds of letting the shock run into everyone's systems, Arthur quickly jumped away, his face redder than even a ripened tomato (take that, Spain!).

"W-w-w-what the bloody hell was THAT?"

"Snapping you out of it." Was his answer.

"I-is this how you'd normally snap people out of it?"

"I-I'd be scared of what his last resort would be…" Matthew shivered.

"…you just looked like you needed a reality check." Alfred chuckled.

"R-reality check?" Arthur looked offended. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"No one thinks this is your fault…I don't think it's your fault." Alfred leaned closer to him, a grin on his face. "And by the way…me leaving your side…not your fault either."

"W-what?" England's face went red.

"I was just a teenager who wanted to be free…you know, let me run my own path…the same way you can run your own life with your own rules. I wanted that." Alfred tilted his head. "Independence was the only option I had to obtain that freedom."

"…you didn't have to tell me that, you git."

"But…I do have to tell you this…"

Alfred leaned in and kissed him again, startling England and the curious beings outside the door. The shock was still going through his system, but it only allowed England to shed one tear out of ecstatic happiness (something he hadn't felt in a long time). They pulled apart, the shock now translating onto Arthur's face.

"…are you sure?" He asked.

"Of course I am." Alfred answered, smiling. "Even though I separated from you, doesn't mean I stopped thinking about you."

"…that's…good to hear…"

"Aw…are you blushing?"

It caused England to blush even more, making the American laugh a little more before kissing him a third time. This time, they stayed in that position for quite a while. After a few minutes, Alfred's eyes opened, and Arthur could hear him chuckle. Confused, he suddenly realized that wings had extended from his back.

"Well, would you look at that?" Alfred whispered, his mouth still dangerously close to his. "Britannian Angel comes out whenever you're happy, huh?"

"…shut up."

Meanwhile, outside the room, Matthew and Seyel took that as a cue to leave.

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Yeah…this is a filler chapter with some Alfred x Arthur fluff. I had to add this after I remembered something very important: this all started because of a CHAIR.

I extend my thanks to the song "No Way Out" by Phil Colins, whose perfect lyrics had helped me make this chapter. So…review what you wish. I will allow you to rant on the filler chapter XD.