Thursday, May 8

It has been almost two full weeks since Alfred's 'confession' of sorts, and although I've noticed him still apologetic and confused, he's starting to return to his old, loud self. He seems to be actually smiling now a days, and I have to say I'm enjoying it. It's good to see him like this again. I missed it a lot, quite frankly.

I'm glad my date went as planned, even though it seems so far away now. We both still remember it. I think that was the first time he could honestly say he felt happy, and I was there to witness it.

"No, no scratch that part out Artie!"

"What, why?"

"You weren't there to witness it. You were the cause of it."

"I'm not writing that down you idiot! That sounds so conceited!"

"So? You have the right to brag!"

"Fine, fine…"

I think that was the first time he could honestly say he felt happy, and I am glad to know that I was the cause of it.

"There you go~"

Things are finally starting to return to normal, it seems, and hopefully the recovery process goes smoothly. Alfred's brother, Matthew, came to visit yesterday to check up on him and we all had a lovely time. Matthew seemed proud of his brother, and he should be. America has gone through a lot this last month or so and I'm just as proud of him for being strong enough to get through it. I really do believe that this was a wake up call for the both of us - to stop dwelling on the past, and look towards the future. It seems very bright, after all, especially since Alfred and I are living through it together.

- Arthur Kirkland

England lightly blew on the fresh ink in his journal before carefully closing the cover and setting it down on the table, looking towards me with a smile on his lips. "Perfect!" I announced happily, poking on the nose with a small sound effect, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"What now?" He asked, even though he knew exactly what I had in mind. With a subtle wink, I jumped off of the bed and raced towards the door at lightning speed, turning to call to him before I disappeared downstairs. "Get changed in your pajamas Artie~! I'll make the popcorn!" And with that, I galloped down the steps and into the kitchen, grabbing a microwaveable popcorn bag and throwing it in lazily. I could already smell the contents of the bag as it began to pop, so I went towards the living room where we kept all of our (well mostly my) movies.

"What do you want to watch?" I yelled towards our bedroom, going through different options on the shelf,

"It really doesn't matter to me." He responded, so I picked out a couple so that we could narrow it down together.

With the popcorn in a large bowl and movies under my arm, I trudged back upstairs and into the bedroom, seeing England in one of my T-shirts and his faded plaid pajama pants I had given to him last year. Shutting off the lights and closing the door, I handed him everything and we contemplated what movie to watch. We probably wouldn't watch a lot of it anyway because we usually ended up snuggling and talking. Sometimes kissing.

Finally everything was set up and we both curled into bed, a massive pillow fort set up around us and covers tightly wrapped around our bodies. England cautiously moved closer towards me and rested his hand on my arm as a loving gesture. I'm glad that I wasn't afraid to show him my arms anymore. I will admit that a few fresh wounds were still there but… Most of them were faded scars by now.

In fact, the whole event seemed pretty distant. The only thing that really happens is visiting my therapist, Rose, every now and again with Arthur, and once a month I have to take this medication. It's not a big deal though. I'm just happy we're back to times like these; snuggling and watching movies or eating icecream and playing board-games!

Snapping myself out of my thoughts and returning my attention to the television, I noticed England would glance up at me every minute or so. I was going to ask what was wrong, but I realized what he was thinking as we watched the movie play out. The couple on screen were getting married in a large chapel, and they were just about to say their vows. Since it was obvious England was too nervous to comment on the situation, I decided to speak up instead. "Hey," I started, shoving a handful of buttery popcorn into my mouth, "D' yuu evr tnk w're gonna git mawrd?"

"I can't understand a bloody word you're saying."

I tried not to choke through snickering and swallowed my mouthful of food before asking again; this time more sincere. "Do you ever think we're gonna get married England?"

Our eyes met and both of us had tuned out the movie completely. My heart was racing from the simple question, and his cheeks were dusted with pink.

"W-Well hopefully someday, sure." He mumbled beneath his breath, but that was more than enough for me! Smiling, I pecked the side of his mouth and returned to delving into the popcorn, wrapping my free arm around his waist.

"I think you should wear a dress!" England's eyes widened and the movie reflected in their green depths, his words coming out in pissed off sputters and I laughed loudly at his actions. "No way in hell am I wearing a dress you fucking moron!" He shouted, and I was cracking up at both his words and the images flashing in my mind. I could almost see him in a white gown, holding flowers and threatening to beat me to death with them!

"Dude it was just - ow - a joke! Calm down! I wouldn't make you wear a dress!"

"Then what would I wear?!"

"Nothing!" Wrong answer. His fists clenched and his thick eyebrows scrunched together. "Kidding, kidding. You would wear a tux like me! If I fell in love with a man, why would I make you wear a dress like a chick?" Pulling him closer towards my bare chest, he calmed down a bit and slumped further into me, signaling that I had won.

"That's a valid point I guess.." He stated, and my smile only grew larger. Just thinking about marrying Arthur made my heart go insane. Maybe I would ask him sometime in the near future… But I would have to come up with the perfect plan first. The hero always plans ahead!

Sighing contently and pushing the now empty bowl away from my lap, I gently kissed the top of England's head, making sure he was comfortable laying against my bare chest.

"Hey Artie, wanna know something?"

"What's that?"

"I love you. A lot."

"I love you too, Alfred... And for the last time stop calling me Artie."

"Sorry dude, no can do!" I chuckled as he tried to protest, but I put my finger on his open lips to silence him. "You will always and forever be my Artie."

Hey my lovelies~ I just thought you all deserved a bonus chapter/prologue! I thought it was cute idea, so I went for it :) Plus you guys said you wanted to see more, so how could I say no? :D

Anyway, there will be plenty more UsUk in the near future, so be on the look out! Thanks again for reading/reviewing/favoriting/following. I love each and every one of you!

-Feli :3