201 year...201... it has been 201 years since Alfred seen the faces of his love ones. Their smiles, their eyes sparkling with joy, their hairstyles as the years pass by. He could no longer see all of that since he lost his eyesight that fateful night his own brother and former father-figure burned down his capital. It was the price to save someone dear to him, an exchange for their pain for his sight. He doesn't even regret the exchange to protect his family.

Alfred motionless in bed, staring into the darkness. Thinking quickly when his door creaks open as footsteps echo into the room.

Good morning sir," a tenor voice speaks near the windows as curtains were moved to let some light into rolls over to let his feet touch the cold floor before combing through his messy golden hair with his hand. "How will you like your tea?"

"York, how many times do I have to tell you to call me dad?" He rubs his head as some of his hair stick to his sweaty forehead.

"1,003,654 times," York taps his finger on the bed table. "You're late."

"What?" Shrieking as he trip over something on the floor. It felt like a blanket he must have kick off last night. "How come none of you woke me up earlier!"

"You came home at 2 in the morning, so Ginny thought rest would be good for you." Alfred could feel York's eyes on him as he quickly change. He quickly ran past him to touch the doorknob when York sighs. "Your glasses."

"Thanks," He grab them carefully out of his hand. "Did everyone get to school or work? No one skipped right?"

"Yes dad," Alfred could tell by his body language he rolled his eyes annoyed.

"Can I drive this time?" He asks as we walk quickly through the house. York walking stiffly beside him. We enter the garage, the engine of the car.

"What type this time?"

"No, Bucks driving. It's a black Nissa Altima." York calls out before opening the door for him. He quickly gets in on the other side.

"Good morning Alfred," a cheerful voice call as the person in the front turn towards them. "Rosia left you a message, but I'll send it to your email after the meeting. "Are we ready?"

"Mornin' Buck," Alfred smiles at him as he towards to the front. "Drive like you always do."

Buckling up quickly as Buck pulls out of the garage dangerously. York looks out the window from what I can see in his shadow. Closing his eyes slowly, Alfred's hearing could pick up the horns and engine of other cars as they speed by many vehicles.

"Sarah thinks having Penny watch DJ is a bad idea," York cuts through the silence as Alfred shrug his shoulders. "She believes Penny will get DJ hurt."

"She can be such a mother hen," Alfred chuckles as the car slams to a halt. "We're here I guess."

York chuckles as he exits the car. The door next to Alfred opens as York takes his hand to help his father out. Quickly nodding their thanks to Buck who closes the door, Alfred quickly walk towards the building and enters before York.

"Dad...slow down!" York hollers as he follows behind him. He walks side by side near his dad as he frowns. They enter the elevator as they stood quietly.

"What's wrong?"

"Why must I be the one to come with you to these meetings?" Alfred touch York's shoulder lightly as York brushes his hair back.

"You're one of the few who can not let our secret out." Alfred wink towards him as the doors open. He quickly exits while York follows with his suitcase.

Alfred smile as he heard the noise at the meeting. Feeling the doors, he pushes the doors open wide with his 'hero smile'. "Don't worry the hero is here!"

York flinches as Alfred holds his smile when groans were let out and heads met the table.

"Bloody git! You're late! A voice that sounds like rain hisses. Alfred could smell a bit of whiskey on the breath, but mostly earl gray tea around the person in front of him.

"Mornin' Iggy!" He aims his hand to pat Arthur on the back. His silhouette in his darkness was easy to image. Alfred could tell Arthur was piss. "What did I miss?"

"Role call," Ludwig states as he pushes Feliciano away from him. "I don't want a hug!"

"Doitsu doesn't want a hug," Feliciano's voice wavers as tears begin to appear. Alfred groans as the smell of tomato and gun powder pass by him before Romano was heard.

"Damn Potato Bastard!" Romano tries to hit Ludwig as Antonio holds him back in a bear hug. "You made my idiota brother cry!"

"Come down Lovi!" Antonio pulls Romano closer to his chest, making him blush a deep red.

"Bastard!" Romano shrieks as he tries to escape.

Alfred closes his eyes once he sat down at his spot next to Arthur and Matthew. He listens to the on-going arguments. He smiles slightly as Francis and Arthur argue on cooking. He drifts slightly in sleeping when a voice breaks through.

"...sir...sir...SIR!" Alfred jumps as York screams in his right ear. Rubbing his ear, Alfred glares. He notices the silence. "It's time for lunch break, and Mr. William would like you to go eat with him. He's outside the door for you."

"Thank you, York," Alfred nods at his son as he got up to leave. He flinches as he felt something wrong. He quickly covers his mouth as he has a coughing fit. He felt a warmness in his palm when he began to feel dizzy. He looks at York before collapsing.