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Damn, this chapter turned out shorter than I thought OTL

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"Arthur!" he called out excitedly, wheeling down the path at lightning speed. "Arthur?" he slowed down to a halt in the middle of the path to the porch. The blond felt something amiss. Why wasn't Arthur responding? Why was he just standing there with his mouth gaping open?

"Arthur, aren't you glad to see me?" Alfred asked uncertainly.

Arthur couldn't breathe. He didn't know how to react. He didn't know how to breathe. All the air was knocked right out of his lungs. His brain stopped working. Words were caught in a tangle in his throat. His chest felt heavy again. Everything was a blur, a hallucination, a dream. A wonderful dream. Arthur couldn't believe it.

Finally, after waiting what seemed forever, Arthur put one foot in front of the other, then the next, and the next, until he stood right in front of Alfred. He was much taller now, considering the fact that Alfred was sitting in a wheel chair.

"Arthur...you're still mad at me...aren't you?" Alfred asked sheepishly, looking toward the ground in shame. Arthur did not respond. Silence took over. Kiku and Matthew stealthily creeped away without even being noticed.

"I'll leave you alone then" Alfred tried to turn around in his wheelchair but could not. He ended up rolling the big wheels backwards.

That was when Arthur finally broke out of his trance. He walked over to grab the handles of the wheelchair. Then he turned the wheelchair around so that Alfred was facing the gate. Arthur pushed Alfred out the gate and down the street.

"Wait! what about the house? it's unlocked!" Alfred said, very alarmed.

"Let the bloody thieves steal what they want. I have my treasure right here so it doesn't matter" the corner of his lips tilted up into a soft smile. Alfred stared up at Arthur in disbelief. What's up with him? he thought, but decided not to ask. Sometimes it was best not to question Arthur and allow him to do what he wanted.

Arthur wheeled Alfred down the quaint street, enjoying the crisp, evening air. To be fully honest, Arthur wasn't sure where he was going. He wasn't sure what he was doing. An idea just popped into his mind and his feet moved unconsciously forward. His fingers took the handles of Alfred's wheel chair, and his body moved, without a care in the world.

Alfred was here. He was in a wheelchair, but he was here, with him, and that was all that mattered. Alfred closed his eyes and rested in the chair, stealing occasional glances at Arthur, not that he particularly cared.

The surroundings slowly turned from Arthur's house, to small cottages, to farms and eventually a huge field of lush,green grass emerged. Colorful flowers dotted the mat of grass. The setting golden sun and orange sky enhanced everything they saw; the flowers perked up, the blades of soft grass blew gently in the wind, similar to their hair.

There was something about this field that troubled Alfred, something familiar, almost like he had been here before. Like he had dreamt of it before.

"Look, it's the sun" Arthur said, allowing the wheelchair to settle on the weeds. Alfred looked up to see the sun gracefully setting beyond the horizon. It was magnificent, spectacular, fabulous, unlike anything he had ever seen before. It put every thing he had ever seen to shame. Everything except Arthur.

"Hey look! A dandelion!" Alfred said, reaching down, trying to pluck the little cotton ball on a stem. He stretched his fingers as far as he could but to no avail. The wheelchair held back that little distance between his fingers and that delicate weed.

"Why yes, it is" Arthur bent down on one knee and picked the little weed. He held it up to Alfred who blew it excitedly. The petals took off, dancing in the light of the setting sun a little before disappearing.

"I remember those times" Arthur began. "When we would find time in our busy schedules to just lay here, pick flowers, blow some dandelions..."

"...and watch green fireflies" Alfred finished.

"Yellow fireflies" Arthur corrected.

Alfred shook his head. "They were green. I remember, because they reminded me of your eyes" Arthur's cheek turned the slightest shade of pink.

"And blue" Arthur added. Of course, that rare firefly with the faintest hue of ghostly blue. It was one of a kind. It was special, rare and it was lovely, just like Alfred. The sun set quickly behind the horizon, hiding itself, as if giving these two newly reunited lovers a chance to be alone.

"I'm sorry-" Alfred was cut off by Arthur's finger on his lips. "It doesn't matter. You're here and alive and well and...I love you" Arthur felt like he was floating, like he was complete, like that lost part of him had come back. He felt whole.

Alfred's sad gaze slowly softened. He bent down a little further, a little closer to the Brit kneeling in front of him. Arthur chuckled as Alfred struggled to get closer.

"Silly Alfred" and Arthur took Alfred's lips in his. The oh so familiar taste of chocolate and bubblegum tainted Alfred's familiar lips. Alfred could taste the earl grey Arthur drank a little earlier. Oh how he missed the taste of Arthur's special tea. Their kiss ended when Arthur pulled away.

"Look! fireflies" Arthur pointed out. The little glowing bugs rose from the blades of grass, curious of the two strangers intruding on their home.

"And there's that blue one!" Alfred pointed out. "And another" Arthur pointed to a second blue firefly.

"And...a turquoise one?" Alfred looked at the even rarer firefly. It's bulb was an extremely rare shade of greenish-blue.

"How did we not see this teal one last year?" Arthur stared at the tiny firefly, buzzing about with its business.

"It's turquoise! and...it's been a year since we've been here hasn't it? is that why you brought me here? to relive old memories?" Alfred asked wearily. Arthur just shrugged, mouthing 'maybe'. Maybe that's why his heart brought them here.

"It's teal. You can see more blue than green" Arthur started to argue a little.

"No, its turquoise! there's clearly more green than blue" Alfred argued back. They could go on forever about the shade and colour of the firefly, but Arthur decided he didn't want a conflict to arise tonight. He had lost Alfred once and wasn't going to lose him again due to a stupid argument over a fly.

"I love you too" Alfred said, allowing the fluttery feeling in his stomach to swallow him whole.

The now reunited lovers sat in the field and gazed at the fireflies. Nothing mattered anymore. Not the wheelchair, not the scar on Arthur's wrist, not the fact that people were worried about them. None of those mattered. They were here, together, reliving nostalgic memories, and the both of them couldn't care less about what else was going on with the world.

The end

Extra story

"So, how did you get Alfred-san out of the hospital?"

"It was pretty easy actually. The doctors were kind enough to remove all the needles in him. Immediately after that, Alfred jumped out of bed, ran towards the door, tripped over his own feet and fell face first onto the floor. He then proceeded to sprain his ankle"

"...how typical of Alfred-san. It is also quite unbelievable that he would regain all his memories isn't it?"

"Well, miracles do happen"

"Hai"

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"So, why did you bring me to Tokyo in the first place?" Arthur asked while rolling him back to the house.

"I wanted to bring you on this awesome cruise thing Francis told me about, but that had to happen" Alfred looked at the ground sheepishly.

"...what a waste of money" Arthur muttered under his breath. "By the way, why are you still in a wheelchair?" Arthur asked. Alfred just laughed nervously and did all he could to avoid the topic. Of course, he failed badly and told Arthur the embarrassing story. Arthur laughed till tears dripped out of his eyes. At some point, he was gasping for air from laughing too hard.

"Hey! I was excited!" Alfred pouted.

"You're blooming mad" Arthur tried to calm himself down. "The blooming mad twit that I love" and Arthur pecked Alfred's cheek, making the blush return.

Ok now I really am done.

Sorry for the suckish fluff. x.x

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