Chapter 4

"Love?" Arthur deadpanned. "What does love have to do with locking someone's memories away?"

"I don't know! I've heard that God saves the best memories so they won't be lost."

"Isn't that why there's two copies?"

"Yeah…" Matthew squirmed. "It could be because his memories were so full of hate, Alfred would become a true demon…"
"No way. Impossible." Arthur shook his head in denial. The image of Alfred smiling cheekily crossed into both their minds.

"Of it could be something different. I haven't actually been here that long. But when I have seen both sets of memories locked away, it was because of either love or hate." Matthew continued.

"But still…" Arthur muttered, pacing now. "Everyone deserves to keep their memories after they die."

Even if some are bad...?

Matthew nodded in agreement.

"I've got to tell Alfred." Arthur began to walk away.

"I'm coming with you." Matthew piped up, skipping to the older male's side.

Arthur glowered down at the other. "Only if you can keep up!" Arthur flashed a wicked grin, and soared off into the clouds.

Left in the swirling wake of Arthur's takeoff, Matthew huffed in dissatisfaction. "Maple-headed, good for nothing…"

Miles away, Arthur squeezed his eyes tight as the drop in altitude made his ears pop. Now that I think about it, I have no idea where Alfred would be…maybe I'll go back to my thinking cloud and he'll…I don't know. Find me?"

Conflicted, Arthur settled restlessly on his thinking cloud.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Alfred appeared soundlessly beside Arthur.

"Jesus Christ!" Arthur swore, nearly falling off the cloud. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"What?" Alfred raised a singly perfect brow innocently. "Weren't you looking for me?"

"Yeah…but" Arthur trailed off miserably, shaking his head. "I've got good news and bad news."

Alfred's ears visually perked up, his aura brightening as well. "Good news first!" he beamed.

Usually people ask to get the bad news over with first… Arthur shrugged.

"I like saving the best for last. " Alfred winked, reading Arthur's thoughts.

"Whatever, you demon. The good news is that I found your memories in heaven."

Alfred's eyes narrowed. "And the bad news?"

"I can't get them to you because they're locked up."

"WHAT?!" Alfred exclaimed, rolling back. "Are you freaking kidding me? Why are they locked up!?" Alfred punched the air in front of his ferociously.

"I don't really know." Arthur shrugged. "But I meet someone who has a guess."

"Who?!" Alfred exclaimed.

"Him." Arthur pointed to Matthew's small figure, fast approaching.

Matthew tumbled onto the cloud in a puff of wings and water-vapor, panting heavily.

"Can't" –pant- "fly" –pant- "that fast" –pant- "Arthur…"

Alfred looked quizzically at the little boy. "This small fry is supposed to help me how?"

"I'm not that small!" the boy wailed pathetically. "I just perished prematurely!"

"Sure, sure." Alfred kept his distance from the glowering angel. "What's your name, kid?"

"Don't 'kid' me, Alfred. I'm older than you." Matthew practically spat his brother's name.

"Whoa! Whoa! How are you older than me? And you didn't answer my question!"

"I'm Matthew, idiot. I'm you older twin brother! Don't pretend to forget!"

Arthur cut in. "He's not pretending. He doesn't have any memories, remember?"

"All that time when we were kids!" Matthew shouted at Alfred, who cringed back in surprise. "You don't remember any of it?" Tears began to form in Matthew's violet eyes. "You really don't remember me, Al?" he whispered.

Alfred's eyes remained wide and watchful, but no recognition crossed his features at the new information.

"We have to get your memories back." Matthew sobbed determinately. "This is not fair to you!" he furiously wiped his tears away.

"So how do we unlock my memories?" Alfred asked, not at all phased by Matthew's emotion.

"We ask God." The boy stated." He's the only one I know who can unlock memories stored in the vault."

~~Okay, take a breather – there is a sudden (and awkward) change of mood~~

"Hey Arthur." Alfred piped up, completely bored. They were both standing outside of the gates of Heaven. Souls passed around them, sending curious glances at the angel and demon standing together. "Are there any refrigerators in heaven?"

What? "Why, no." Arthur stated. "We don't really eat. Everyone is eternally full, and content."

"Whoa, that sucks." Alfred's stomach growled. "Where do you put all your ice cream?"

"Ice cream?"

"Haha! Hell is better~" the demon fist-pumped

"Shut up! Who needs ice cream anyway!"

"Uh…I think you just insulted like, half the world dude. I live off of ice cream."

And from who-knows-where, the demon pulled a carton of ben and jerry's and began to scarf.

"Geez. You must have been one of those fat-American-pigs in your past life." Arthur sighed, looking away from the gorging demon with disgust.

"And you were one of those tea-loving-English-pricks, weren't you?" Alfred asked in reply. "I can see the stick up your tight British ass."

"What?!" Arthur sputtered, covering his butt and turning back towards the American. "I-I am not…"

"But you are English?"

"Yes…"

Alfred smirked, the spoon of ice cream dangling from his lips. "Want some?"

Arthur looked suspiciously at the dessert. "This is hardly the time, Alfred."

"Just because we're about to go and meet God doesn't mean I can't eat ice cream!" Alfred scoffed, tittering awkwardly at the end of his ramble.

"So you are nervous."

Alfred looked pointedly away, his blue aura darkening to black. Arthur immediately felt cold.

"Stop that!" Arthur hissed.

"What?" Alfred turned back in surprise, his aura lightening with concern.

"Your aura keeps changing the temperature!" Arthur's eyes narrowed. "Are you really that oblivious?"

Alfred's cheeks reddened. "Hey, I'm still getting new to my powers! There's a lot of freaky shit you don't even want to know I can do! Temperature control is low on my priority list."

"Ehem." A voice interrupted their bickering. "Our Lord is ready to see you." The angel flitted back inside the gates.

"Well, here goes nothing." Alfred muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A cold sweat had broken out on the two friends. "I hope this goes well…"

Author's Note: Any ideas on how to personify God? I honestly don't want to offend anyone~ If you have any tips or wise sayings, that would be REALLY AWESOME. Besides that, you should review because it makes me really happy (do you want me to have a good day? I do~) So drop a review and let me know what you think!