Rising Fascination

Going Back

All eyes were on him.

Most of the time that was just a feeling, an anxious one that felt like everyone's attention was on him. However this time, it wasn't just something driven by an insecurity it was very literal this time.

Everyone's gaze was fixated on him, he felt like his breath was caught somewhere in his chest and he wasn't to inhale or exhale.

The growling of his stomach broke the silence, he awkwardly looked down at his own stomach as his hand rubbed over it.

"Right." Alfred stands up, looking around to everyone. "I'll be, right back."

He quickly makes his way to the kitchen new lining to the toaster oven where his pizza still sits on the tray. Thankfully it had been set to a timer so it wasn't burnt, a little cooler than he would've liked it, but still warm enough to enjoy.

America pulls it out, taking a bite to turn and lean against the counter. England is already standing in the entrance of the room, his arms crossed.

He walks closer slowly, watching as Alfred tries to eat his food without looking like he was going to vomit.

"Alfred, are you okay?"

The American gives him a look, quirking his brow as he takes another bite of his Pizza. "What do you think?" He says with a mouthful of food.

Arthur sighs "Alfred I know this is a lot, but-"

"You do?" Taking the final large bites, chewing between each word "Can you imagine being told that some stupid dreams you've had are actually Memories from your childhood that you don't even remember happening?" his voice slowly becomes shaky, speaking faster. He walks to his Refrigerator, pulling out a chilled can of Coke. "and on top of that if I don't figure them out, every nation is going to disappear. My friends... my family they're gonna be gone..."

America sats the can on the counter, his hands slide under his glasses to rub his eyes keeping them there to cover his face. "God... what am I gonna do?"

England walks over to him "For someone who always claims to be a hero you seem pretty upset actually having to save people."

"I am a Hero!" He pulls his hands down, raising his voice slightly. "The stakes are never this high! I just feel like that if I fail-"

"You Won't." Arthur cuts him off, placing his hands on the other's shoulders. "You aren't alone in this Alfred, You aren't going to fail because a whole lot of others and I are going to help." he pulls him into a hug, holding him tightly. Feeling Alfred's hands fist at the fabric of his dress shirt, a shaken exhale against his shoulder.

The two stand there for a bit, Alfred trying to relax himself from his internalized panic. When he is ready, he pulls away and gives England a smile, the twisting himself slightly to grab his soda and crack it open. He takes a quick sip, raising a hand to give a thumbs up "Alright, I'm ready!"

The two walk into the living room, all the occupants already glaring at them with worry.

Arthur is the first to start speaking, clapping his hands together. "Here is the plan, I'm going to cast a spell that will allow America to fall asleep and access these memories. While he does, I am going to cast another spell so that we can be in his mind and view them, that way we have more than one set of eyes looking for what we need to find. He would have come in contact with them, what we need to see is where he did. Norway and another nation will stay outside to watch over us, and pull any one out of the spell if we have to. Now." He pauses, looking around the room. "Any questions?"