A/N Hey sorry, updates will be a little more sporadic now that school has started. Sorry... Also no translations this chapter, as I am pressed on time. Sorry again... This a sorry kind of day... Please review!

Sakura liked to wake up early, like really early, like Alfred and Madeline Early. She watched as the two walked towards the stables, Alfred telling a story with wild hand movements and Madeline, just nodding along. She smiled.

They would be so cute together…

Her nose began to bleed and she wiped it away, smiling.

I should really write some Manga for them…

That made her smile go cat like. She sat there for a while, just letting the first morning rays of sunlight warm her face. She liked how quiet it was. The past week had been relatively quiet, no more blood covered walls. She shivered at the thought. A whistle pierced her soft morning world. She got up quickly and pulled the kettle off the hot plate where she was heating it. She turned around and almost dropped the ceramic tea pot. There in all of his bed headed, pajamay glory stood Arthur.

"Hey… Can I have some?" He asked flopping down on the ground and leaning against the post.

"Oh… Um, Of course, It is green tea though Arthur san."

The Britton nodded. "Oh I don't care! They only have lipton here…"

He shuddered and tried to wipe the invisible taste from his tongue. Sakura laughed. She sat down next to him and poured him a cup.

"What has you up this early Arthur-san?" The englishman looked up from his tea.

"Oh well, Alfred Fuckface Jones woke me up with his ruckus this morning…" Sakura giggled thinking about Madeline and Alfred.
"What's so funny?" Arthur asked, a little annoyed that she was giggling at his distress.

"Oh nothing. Madeline and Alfred are so cute together…" She murmured just loud enough for Arthur to hear, who then nodded vehemently.
"YES I SHIP IT!" He whisper yelled, careful not to wake anyone up.

Sakura nodded. "We must find a way to make my OTP canon." Artur agreed, "Alfred will not be a problem, he is love struck." Sakura smiled. "Yes, Madeline is friendzoning him so hard." Arthur snickered. "Yes I know… The naming the horse thing was a good move by him though."

Sakura sipped her tea. "Hmm… If only they would agree on something…"

Arthur sipped his tea thoughtfully as well. "Well, they are both very sarcastic… If only Alfred could read the mood."

They sat in silence, each contemplating different ways to move the process along. The sun rose higher as the two sat in the morning peace. The screen door on the girls cabin squeaked, causing both of them to jump. A tiny kitten crawled over to Sakura and climbed into her lap. It purred and she petted its side. Arthur looked at it in awe.

"Where did you get it?" Sakura blushed and looked at Meg.

"Oh… Heracles gave her to me…" A sly smile danced on Arthur's lips.

"Oh and how are you two doing?" Asking as though they are a couple.

Sakura's blush was flaming. "I-I am d-doing fine. I-I d-don't know about H-Heracles-san…" She managed to stutter. Arthur full out laughed and poured himself another cup of tea. Sakura watched him willing the blush to go away, eventually, she sighed and gave up.

Arthur noticed this and smiled. "You two are adorable! Plus, what is your cat's name?"

She looked down at the kitten. "Meg." He chuckled.

Does everyone think we're a couple?

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The kids would be occupied for some time…. Or at least that was the theory. Some time may not be enough… Arthur thought as he speed walked away from the stables, leaving his Unit in the care of the cheerful trio, Alfred, Tim and Tom. The path ahead was sandy and had roots, not that he cared, it was just that he could be a klutz sometimes. He walked with purpose past the flagpole, main Gaga ball pit and the Mess hall. Strait to a path Alfred and himself had worked on for years until it was deemed okay. Last year Unit 10 built a set of stair to make it easier to get onto the platform, and in all truth, the stairs were a lot nicer than a bucket. He scurried up them, now sprinting to his cabin, it was past the latrines and had a view of the forest (like every other cabin). He ran into the screened in hut and ran immediately to his area, where he plugged in and turned on something hidden in a Webster's English Dictionary, that strangely had an antenna sticking out. He then began digging through his clothes, finding something suitable to wear. A faded Union Jack t-shirt, under a red cardigan and skinny jeans. Arthur tried to comb through his hair, but promptly gave up. He made his bed, set up his bookshelf behind him, made his bed and straightened his flag. He stood back to admire his back drop before sitting down and pulling out his laptop.

Why did I promise to do a live stream…. A blue button from within the dictionary blinked as he connected to his wifi. Starting in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… ACTION!

"Hey guys, this is the Once and Future King. Now let's get this live stream started!"

To say Arthur was surprised when Francis slammed the door was an understatement. "God Damn it Frog! Hop off!" The frenchman gave him a funny look.

"What are you doing with that laptop Cher? There is no wifi here…" It was his blush that gave him away.

"THERE IS! YOU HAVE BEEN HOARDING IT ALL THIS TIME?" Arthur's blush deepened.

He looked at the screen for a moment before turning back to francis. "You can have some, if you don't tell anyone and you can guess the password."

Francis smiled like a cat and Arthur set his computer down on his bed, turning so you could see what was going on before resting his hands on his hips.

"Give five minutes Lapin and I will have it." Francis climbed up to his bed and began to diddle away on his phone. Exactly 2 minutes later he jumped off.

"I have got it!" Arthur's face was distraught.

"How?"

"Well the name of your wifi is NoShitSherlock so that left three choices for passwords, after factoring in the Arthur factor. 1.) NoShitSherlock 2.) Cumberbitch and 3.) Johnlock. It was 2." Arthur stared at him in awe, before turning it to a smirk.

"Then, why did it take you so long?" Francis glared back.

"Well if you are not aware, english is not my first language, and the typing was hard." Arthur puffed up his cheeks pouting.

"Whatever…" He was going to get back to his live stream, when he noticed his computer was gone.

"Hey! HEY! What are you doing give it back I am doing important stuff!" He climbed onto the top bunk. It was Francis turn to be in Awe.

"You are The Once and Future King?" Arthur nodded suddenly embarrassed. "And you have 17 million followers and then some?" Arthur nodded, his blush creeping back up.

"That is Magnifique! What other celebrities go to this camp?" Arthur shrugged and crept up next to the frenchman.

"Give me my laptop! It's live stream day!"

"Oh really, people have been watching this whole exchange?" Arthur nodded again.

"Oh so they are watching this?" He waved. Arthur sighed.
"Yes, come on Francis sto…"

He was cut off by lips on his cheek. His blush came back full storm.
"WHAT THE HELL!"

He smacked Francis and slammed the computer closed. Francis held his cheek and slipped off the bed.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS. THAT."

Francis shrugged. "It just seemed right… And the look on your face made this worth it Cher~"

Arthur didn't see the broken look in the others eyes. He watched him leave, before turning his wifi off. There would be memes like no tomorrow. He sighed and buried his face in his pillow.

God damn it Francis….

Maybe a good cry would make it all better.

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Ah evening, the most magical the time of day. In the evening was Madeline's least favorite time of day. Councillor craft time. Oh lord she hated it. They streamed in one by one and put on her best sarcastic smile. She watched as they sat down next to their usual friends. Only two people seemed out of character. Arthur sat sulkily by Alfred, looking more downcast than usual, he seemed to be worrying and it appeared as though he carried the world on his back. Francis on the other hand seemed to be extra happy, but it was fake, all his smiles and laughs were forced, you could practically see how he was shattered. Antonio and Gilbert laughed along with him, not noticing, only one other person seemed to notice. Alfred. He watched with anxiety written in his posture. Before Madeline had a chance to get over to him, the last councillor arrived. Heracles. Everyone turned to look at him.

"Sorry I took a nap, and lost track of time…" He flopped down next to Sakura. Madeline walked up to one of the blackboard walls.

"So as you well know, it is Councillor Craft time." She stopped.

Sigh.

"And tonight we have a few different crafts…" She walked over to one table on the side of the room.

"First up is making birdhouses out of plastic milk cartons." She said picking up the example, she set it down and moved to the next table.

"Second we have making lamps with old sheets." She pointed up at the ceiling light. There were ohs and ahs, she smiled, moving to the next table.

"Third we have cloud mobiles." Again she points to the ceiling. Moving quickly onto the next table she smiles. "And finally, we have Clothes pin crafts."

She picked up the example and showed how they worked. Madeline looked at all the eager faces and jogged once more to the front of the room. "Any questions?"

She asked, no hands went up. "Then one more thing, pick one craft to do for the next two days. Thats all lets go!"

Everyone was up in an instant, looking over all the crafts before choosing one. Madeline stood at the front of the room, watching from a safe distance. At least they like it...

Once the chaos had died down, she wandered behind each table making sure that everyone was doing it right. The most popular seemed to be the lamps. She watched them fumble for a little bit before stepping in and helping. That was the most fun about being the arts and crafts teacher, you got to watch the kids suffer a bit. She chuckled at her thoughts. Catching someone's attention.

"What is so damn funny?" She whipped around to see Lovina looking at her.

"Your face." She said sweetly before spinning on her heel and walking towards table 3, leaving Lovina a little mystified.

10 minutes later, she walked back past the table. Everyone's lamps looked very nice, except for one. She walked over to Lovina. "Do you need any help?"

Lovina squinted at her.

"What are you-a trying to say?" The Italian asked angrily.

"Um, nothing. Your lamp looks just a little bit sad…"

Lovina smiled evilly. "Sad? Like your choice in-a clothing?"

Madeline looked a little bit hurt, but it was quickly replaced with a smirk. "Oh these old things? I stole them last week from your suitcase eh."

Lovina growled. "From my suitcase eh? Well thats-a funny because I have two suitcases. One for me and one for firestarters."

People were beginning to gather around.

Madeline looked at her watch. "Well, you'd better get to it this session just ended, and the clothes you're wearing, well they deserve a fate worse than fire starters." Lovina smiled and shook her hand.

"Finally some one on-a my level! Any time my dear!" With that she flounced out. Madeline watched her go, waving as everyone left.

A hand was lain on her shoulder. It was Alfred.

"I made you something."

He handed her a horse clothes pin, before walking out the door. She read it. A full moon… then she opened it. And a midnight ride… Meet me at the stables ~ A

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It was always cool at night, tonight was extra special, it was only 50 degrees. Alfred shivered slightly, looking towards the path, waiting for her to appear. Finally she did, wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

"Are you crazy? Its 50 degrees!"

Madeline just looked at him with wide eyes. "You're not kidding! Oh where I live the lowest recorded temperature is -63 or -81.3…"

Alfred just stared at her. "You're crazy."

She smiled and patted him (See smacked him) roughly on the back. "You worrywart, are a wuss."

Alfred stuck up his tongue. "I was born in Texas and the highest recorded temperature is 120. I'd like to see little ice heart in that."

Madeline blanched. "That would be horrible, you know that. You wouldn't be able to do anything."

Alfred shrugged. "I used to pick oranges in that…"

Madeline gagged. "That's gonna make me vomit, just stop!" Her voice climbing above its usual whisper. Alfred smiled and hugged his arms to his chest.

"Now why exactly did you invite me today?" Alfred's smile began to grow.

"Oh yeah! Sorry. I wanted to show you something, also I wanted to discuss the sexual tension between Francis and Arthur. It is literally suffocating." Madeline nodded and opened her mouth to say something, Alfred put a hand over it. "Let's get there first, then we'll talk." Madeline was grumpy. "Why?"

Alfred gave her the Look. "Because I said so." He then mounted his horse and began to trot away. "Hey! Wait!" She called before mounting her own horse and riding after him.

Alfred slowed down as they approached his most favorite spot. It was a barren rock, that over the years he had added to. Once he created Dash, He had added ideas from it, it now had christmas lights, a fire pit, a bear proof cabinet built into a tree where he kept his food, clothes, and blanket. It also had a place to tie up the horses. It was perfect, better than Elizaveta and Gilbert's spot. It was a lot of work to maintain, but the look on Madeline's face was priceless.

"What is this?" Alfred gestured her over. She tied up her horse as Alfred laid out a Navajo blanket.

"Come and sit." Madeline complied.

"Hey do you want to make s'mores?"

Madeline nodded. "If you're offering, I'll eat."

He laughed and began to make a fire. "So what is this place?"

Alfred sat back on his haunches. "I discovered it a long time ago… But to the more important thing… What are we going to do about Francis and Arthur?" Madeline watched the fire.

"Francis is broken and Arthur is oblivious." Alfred nodded. "This sounds awful… But I think, something needs to happen to Francis." Madeline sighed, but nodded.

"I think that's true, but first he needs to confess." It was Alfred's turn to nod.

"This is going to be harder than the others…" Madeline looked confused.

"Oh… Uh… I like to play cupid in the summers." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked bashful. Madeline laughed.

"I think that's fun! It sounds great!"

"Really?" He asked and she nodded.

"Now we can work out the details later… What did you want to show me?"

His smile lit up once more. "Oh yeah! It's a blood moon!"

He pointed to the full moon. She smiled, looking up to the sky. Alfred tapped her shoulder. A s'more. She took and he watched her bite it and smile. The moon shown down and he scooted closer. She looked at him funny, but shrugged and rested her head on his shoulder.

I could get used to this…

I did research on the temperatures... Alberta is hella cold... I love the cold, winter is my favorite. My future is cold. Everyone knows that hell burns like frostbite.