"Arthur...Lapin...?" England stirred a little, whining. "Hmm?" He questioned, forgetting where he was or why. He'd fallen fast asleep on the ride to America. France shook him a little and forced him to exit the vehicle. "We're here." He declared, forcing Arthur to eat a listerine strip to kill sleep breath. "Do I have to be here?" He asked, frowning. Loud music caught his attention. He quickly grabbed France's hand, looking around carefully. There were far to many people for his taste. Even some countries that he didn't know. He managed to spot Alfred. France seemed to be headed towards his old colony, and England let go of his hand, dissapearing into a sea of people. "Arthur?!" France yelled, terrified at having lost the man. "Merde!" He screamed, catching Alfred's attention. "What's up France?" He asked cheerfully. "Did you bring me a gift?" He laughed, only half kidding. "I brought Arthur, but he bolted." Alfred got just as panicked. He knew his guest would be far to much for the conservative gentleman. He pushed through the crowd, looking frantically. He ended up finding some tiny little blonde that even he didn't know. He almost reminded Alfred of sealand with his little sailor uniform. Germany was laughing at him, already drunk. (which was a feat for someone with Ludwig's alcohol tolerance. "The hell I can't! I'm the bleeding united kingdom! I can surely hold my liquor better than you potato bastard!" Arthur grabbed a glass from the bartender, chugging it down. Both men started to drink, Russia handing Arthur a bottle of vodka. The Englishman chugged straight from the bottle until it was taken from him by a certain nervous Prussian. "Whoa. Arthur, don't go getting drunk. The last thing we need is a sobbing mess and a crazy, violent German..." Arthur stormed off, shouting profanity. Francis laughed nervously, looking at Alfred. "He's feisty as ever." "I want to speak with him." Alfred whispered, following Arthur off through the crowd. Many hands touched Arthur as he walked by, molesting new territory. A lot of Alfred's friends didn't know Arthur, and the thought of a new sexual partner excited them. Much to Alfred's surprise, Arthur started taking off his clothes, leather ones beneath the sailor costume. He was shocked by the gear. A black corset with dog collar and a pair of black, spandex shorts. Before Alfred could get to the man, France had run to Arthur, Yelling at him."What the hell?" Francis yelled. Arthur snickered at him and raised a riding crop. "If I'm going to have to dress as a whore, punk is more my style." Francis shook his head. "I don't know you." He hissed. "Of coarse you don't." Arthur hummed. "The old me died a long time ago. You know that Francis. Better than anyone you know that." Tears sparked in France's eyes. "Why Arthur? How can you let him reduce you to this." Insane laughter left Arthur's mouth, his eyes going wide. "You crack me up Bonnefoy. The way you try to persuade me...and your eyes haven't left my shorts. How sad." France took a gulp. "I can't help that. You're dressed so...so..." He cut off and Arthur finished the sentence. "Sexy. I'm sexy." He walked off, leaving France there to try and figure out what was wrong with Arthur's brain. Alfred ran after Arthur, unable to find him for a while. He eventually did come across him a few hours later, sloppy drunk and dancing with an excited Italy, who seemed a lot mess innocent when he was feeling up a drink filled Britain. America sighed deeply, realizing there would be no opportunity to talk now. There was no use trying to talk to someone that stoned. Arthur seemed to be having an awful amount of fun though. Felicano started to lead Arthur towards the house and Alfred stepped in, giving Italy a stern look. The Italian backed off, putting his hands up in surrender. Alfred took his brother's hand, looking into clouded green eyes. "Arthur. Do you know who I am?" England blinked. "I dunno...wanna have sex?" Alfred shook his head. "Not with you." Arthur frowned, slapping Alfred across the face: "Well you're not the best looking either!" Alfred grabbed him. "That's not what I meant! I just...wanted to spend some time with you..normal time. I want to hold you." Arthur laughed a little. "Okie dokie! Whatever floats your boat!" Alfred lead him to a field where he sat, holding Arthur tightly against him. "I've missed you." Alfred whispered, taking in the scent of Arthur's shampoo. "You're so small now. I used to think you were the biggest person ever." Arthur started to cry, loud and heartbroken. "Is that why he left me? Hmmm? Am I fat?" Alfred was taken aback. "W-What? No! You've always been thin Arthur. I meant tall...you seem shorter now because I've grown." Arthur kept crying, laying against Alfred, gasping for air. "Why did he leave me? I loved him! More than anything in the entire world, but he left me all alone...in the rain, soaked and bleeding..." Alfred started to stroke the other's messy blonde hair. "Maybe he wanted a different relationship with you. One he couldn't have as long as you were brothers." Alfred kissed his former sibling and then laid him down gently, leaving and telling France where to find him.
