"Please Arthur?" Oliver asks, holding tightly to Arthur's hands. He bites his lip as Arthur once again grimaces. It's a lot he's asking and he knows it but this needs to happen. Arthur sighs and nods his head in submission. Oliver squeals and hugs him tightly, giggling slightly when Arthur hugs him back instantly. Oliver pulls him along to the entrance of the meeting hall. Standing just outside the doors like they usually do, is their boys. Alfred is laughing loudly with his arm wrapped possessively around Al's shoulder while Matt and Matthew are holding hands. Oliver gives Arthur an encouraging smile. He goes behind him and pushes lightly to get him to go closer.

When they're acknowledged, the younger nations freeze in their spots. It's very noticeable the way Alfred pulls Al closer and the way Matt narrows his eyes despite barely ever changing his expression. Matthew on the other hand, has always been better with manners.

"Hello Arthur, Oliver," He greets. Oliver smiles brightly from over Arthur's shoulder, giving him one last little push to do exactly what he should have done months ago.

"Hello, ah," Arthur starts, glaring at the ground. Oliver squeezes his hand. Arthur takes a deep breath and stands tall like the gentleman he tries to be, regarding Al with a serious expression. Alfred glares, ready to pull Al away from anything Arthur might have to say.

"I owe you an apology," Arthur says simply. Oliver bites his lip in happiness, not only at Arthur sucking up his pride to admit he's wrong, but the utterly baffled expression on Al's face.

"Huh?" Is all Al manages to say. Alfred is gaping like a fish, sharing his disbelief with Matthew. Arthur takes another deep breath.

"It was wrong of me to judge you so harshly when you clearly make Alfred happy. And-" Arthur cuts off to glance over his shoulder at Oliver nearly crying. He smiles quickly at his other, then turns back to their sons.

"I'm sorry," He finishes. He gives a quick nod and walks away with Oliver's hand in his. Oliver wipes away his tears, his smile overpowering his face. Arthur pulls him along, leading the way towards a random hallway.

"Come on poppet," He whispers quietly, taking out a handkerchief and dabbing at his face. Oliver giggles more, placing a hand over Arthur's to hold it close to his cheek. Arthur smiles softly at him.

"Thank you," Oliver whispers to him. Arthur scoffs like it's no big deal, but he knows it means the world to Oliver. He will have to do more in order to make it up to their sons, but this is a start. This ridiculous spat drew a rift between them, between them all, and it's in the beginning stages of being mended now. Oliver wraps his arms around Arthur, ignoring the way he protests being in public indecently. It doesn't stop him from leaning down when Oliver pulls away to kiss his cheek though.

When they walk into the meeting room with their arms linked together, it's only completely silent for a few moments. Oliver is a little preoccupied and so is Arthur, both smiling at each other. With a lot of confusion the meeting starts.

Apologizing had to be the right thing. It just had to be. Arthur peeks to the side at Oliver with a bright smile on his face, kicking his legs back and forth under the table, and taking notes. He hasn't seen the ginger so happy in a long time. At first when Oliver asked him to apologize, Arthur didn't want to, mainly because he didn't know how. What could he have said to make it up to their sons. He's happy he tried though, for Oliver's sake if anything.

He raises and eyebrow, not recognizing the freckles on his other's face. He glances down to his handkerchief in his pocket. There's make up on it. Despite himself Arthur smiles. He writes on an index card that he likes the freckles and slides it over to Oliver. He also smirks when Oliver puffs up in a blush.

He leans back in his seat when Alfred and Al begin to talk about their plan to help raise environmental awareness. Arthur finds himself sitting smug. Alfred has grown up a fine nation. Maybe he had been a little too harsh on him. He's not a stupid nation, eccentric obviously, but not stupid. Though Arthur doesn't like to admit it, Alfred can make his own decisions, and he really has no right to interfere. Not after what happened.

He turns to Oliver again, with stars in his eyes, proud as can be at the speech Al is pulling off well. Arthur reaches out and runs the back of his hand down Oliver's cheek, startling him. Oliver giggles softly and leans into the touch. Apologizing had to be the right thing to do. He probably wouldn't be so happy in this moment if it wasn't.

"So what are you going to do with that spell you made?" Oliver asks back in his room. Arthur hums from his spot at the tiny table. He puts down his tea cup and faces the ceiling.

"Don't know," He says. Oliver twists up his nose in a pout. That hadn't been the answer he hoped for.

"You're not going to get rid of it?" He pushes. He hears Arthur chuckle lightly.

"No, we might need it eventually." Oliver spins from the stove quickly to face his other. Arthur is looking back at him with a neutral expression that slowly turns to a grimace. Oliver wrings his hands around a towel.

"What if someone finds out? Or the dimensions don't hold well?" Arthur asks with worry in his voice, standing from his seat to walk over to him. Oliver sighs. Arthur doesn't intend to keep it in order to close the portal for malice, just out of future possible reason. He can handle that.

"It will be hidden in one of my spell books back home," Arthur tells him. He grabs one of Oliver's hands and kisses the back of it like they used to back in the medieval ages. Oliver still blushes like a maid like he used to back then. Arthur pulls him into a soft hug that Oliver quickly turns snuggly.

"I talked to Francois a little earlier," Oliver comments when he's just about done making their dinner. Arthur hmms sipping at his tea and letting Oliver fill the tiny hotel with delicious smells. He's only a little bitter about Oliver being a better cook than him but it's hard to complain when his mouth is full of food.

"He said a few other nations are now accepting their situations because of us," Oliver smiles over his shoulder. A smile that grows when Arthur gives him a confused expression.

"They didn't accept it when Kiku got with his other?" Arthur questions. Oliver shrugs with a giggle. Arthur copies his shrug and lets it go. It's no mind to him.

"What are we to each other?" Oliver asks suddenly, striding across the space between them to hold Arthur's hands in his. Arthur sputters for a moment.

"Well," Words are hard to come by though. Oliver whimpers a little and squeezes his hands tighter.

"Whatever we need to be I guess," Arthur says lamely. Oliver giggles and brings his hands up and nuzzles them to his cheeks. It may have been a lacking answer but it works for Oliver, and that works for them both. Arthur smiles up at him. Letting his stubbornness go, just might have been, one of the best ideas he's ever taken into account. But opening a portal to a new world, may have been his best accident yet.

AN: Better late than never, good job Artie. Hope you enjoyed~

PS: This is the last chapter to this story in the Infatuation series. Up next will be the beginning of the 2-shot after series, starting with 1px2p Japan, "Meeting Kisses."

Disclaimer: Hetalia ain't no belong to me.