This chapter's probably going to suck…compared to the last one XD This is going to be in Alfred's P.O.V! (I think I used their Country names in the last chapter…did I? idk... oh well :P)

Arthur's leg was thrown carelessly over his hip, his cheek resting on his chest and hand arm wrapped around his stomach. He looked so peaceful, so innocent, hell, he even looked happy! Alfred could barely remember a time when Arthur had looked happy, it had been so long ago, and now a days he was always throwing insults and glaring at him. It…hurt.

Sighing softly, Alfred allowed his eyes to close…just for a little while. I mean, watching someone else sleep was extremely tiring y'know. He was woken up by a soft sound coming from Arthur, it sounded like a…like a…like a mewl. Wait a minute, that can't be right, Arthur doesn't 'mewl', but he made the sound again and his hand was fisting up Alfred's shirt. Deciding to wait and see what would happen next, Alfred stayed completely still, barely moving his chest just to breathe, his eyes focused on Arthurs face.

Suddenly, his whole body relaxed, sagging against Alfred's own, his expression once again peaceful. After a few minutes Alfred allowed his body to relax, but before he could start dozing off, a sharp cry rang out from Arthur and his face was buried in his shirt, tears streaking down his cheeks. For a few seconds Alfred didn't know what to do, and then as if snapping back to the present, he sprang into action immediately.

Sitting up he shook Arthur softly, but when he didn't wake up and his cries just got louder, Alfred's shaking just got harder, and soon he was calling out Arthurs name worriedly. "Goddamn it Arthur! Wake up!" in what seemed like forever but was only a few seconds, Arthurs eyes snapped open and he gasped loudly, in those first few seconds Alfred saw pain he couldn't even begin to comprehend in those green eyes. Then it was gone, the second Arthur seemed to recognize where he was and who was holding him, the mask was back on.

Glaring at Alfred, suddenly he snapped, "Stop shaking me you bloody oaf!" to which Alfred gave a sheepish grin and stopped shaking the now irate country. "Sorry Iggy…", "You better be…" Alfred frowned at Arthur's behavior, it was so much different from earlier this morning…he had liked the softer-ish side of him more.

"You can let go of me now git"

"Are you ok?"

"Why the bloody hell wouldn't I be?"

"Well…you were crying…"

"How the bloody hell do you know they weren't happy tears?"

"Because you were crying out, and your face was scrunched up in pain…you can't fool my Iggy"

*mutters to self* "I've been doing good for the past hundred years"

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Mind your own business you bloody wanker!"

"Fine, fine! No need to start with the insults again…"

Alfred watched as Arthur glared at him, but there was some other emotion in his eyes…realization? No…it was…something else. "Let. Go. Of. Me." Arthur said each word threateningly, to which Alfred let go of him immediately, "Now get your idiotic bloody arse OUT OF MY BLOODY ROOM." Doing what he was told for once, Alfred pushed him gently off his lap and walked out, his brow furrowed in confusion. What was with the sudden mood swings? Talk about some bad PMSing, he chuckled humorlessly at his own lame joke. Well, a nice England had been…nice, while it lasted. Frowning Alfred walked out the front door, he needed some Mickey D's to help with his mood, and thoughts. Despite the sudden change in emotions…and how Arthur had been to him for the past hundred or so years, Alfred knew he still had a soft spot for him in his heart, but why did it feel like it was something more?