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Alfred laughed happily as he chased the fireflies, attempting to catch them in his small hands. Arthur watched with a smile on his face as his 'brother' ran around him, shifting the bags in his arms higher as the wind ruffled his hair, nearly rolling one of the oranges they had picked up from the store out of its bag.

He laughed and stopped as the child squealed happily when he finally caught one of the bugs, running up to him with his hands still clasped. "Arthur! Look, look! I caught one!" And he opened his hands just enough for the older to see the glowing bug in his palms, giggling happily. "Isn't it so cool, Arthur?" He chirped, large blue eyes shining from the lamps dotting the park.

Arthur chuckled, watching as the firefly flew away quickly, being met with a disappointed 'aww' and a pout from Alfred. He patted the smaller blond's head, straightening himself up and grabbing Alfred's hand. "Come on, I would like to get home before midnight." Alfred stuck his lip out further, crossing his arms as best he could. Arthur rolled his eyes with a smile. "If we get home before midnight, I'll take you to the lake tomorrow."

Eyes lighting up, Alfred grinned at him, nodding vigorously. They walked through the park in relative silence after that, one of them pointing something out every few minutes as the wind rustled the leaves and grass, or a fish jumped out of the harbor.

Alfred looked up suddenly, finger on his chin and a thoughtful expression on his face. "Do you think the berries are ripe yet?" He asked with a tilt of his head, imagining raspberries and blackberries falling into old wooden buckets, squirrels and bunnies dancing around him as he plucked the fruits from their bushes.

Arthur laughed, holding the bags tighter as he felt them slipping. "We already have more than enough fruit, Alfred!" The younger pouted, staring up at the stars and watching as the few clouds drifted lazily over the moon with a warm summer breeze.

A shimmer caught his attention as it raced across the deep black sky, disappearing from his sight as soon as he had seen it. He stopped and watched with wide eyes as a second followed it, and then a third. He grabbed at Arthur's sleeve and shook his arm, pointing up at the sky. "Arthur, look! Shooting stars!" Arthur looked up, just as the fourth one shot off.

Smiling again, he crouched down and put his hand on Alfred's head, watching as the last star disappeared. "Make a wish, then."

Screwing his face up in concentration, Alfred hummed for a few seconds, before putting his fist on his palm with a large grin. "I wish the all the sunflowers would bloom on uncle Ivan's birthday!" His wish was met with booming laughter from his brother.

10 years later...

Alfred hummed as he walked onto the balcony, laying his arms lightly over the railing and leaning his head on them, gazing into the sky. A shimmer of light caught his eye, and he smiled ruefully, sighing. "I wish he saw this."

In England, Arthur looked up from his book, and saw a shooting star.

A quick question: should I try to make this AU into a full story?