Rising Fascination

Alone

A slow exhale left his body, as he slowly sat up from the bed.

The new warmth inside his chest brought him comfort, it was the feeling as though he was being hugged.

It wasn't a normal hug, no; the only way he could describe it was as though he was being hugged by someone he loved and felt the love just a strong coming from another person.

It gave him more comfort than he could have asked for.

His right hand rested against chest, feeling his heart beat against the fabric of his soft t shirt into the palm of his hand.

Standing up, he leaves the home the same way he entered (this time being more cautious of falling on his rear end.) Leaving the home, down the street he see's England walking his direction the man unaware the American was right there.

Clearly he had noticed Alfred had gone missing finally so him and the other two were in just as much of a frenzy looking for him. He crosses the street to meet up with the older man, speed in each step that he took.

"Iggy!" He calls out as he approaches the older man.

The Brit turns to him "Alfred!" he meets with him half way walking faster at the sight of his brother.

As Alfred came closer, he realized that Arthur's face wasn't one he would consider happy, definitely more on the angry side.

Once they meet, England's finger is raised gesturing wildly towards his him. "Alfred!" and there it was, a cross tone. America cringed slightly as he could feel the oncoming lecture.

"Young man, what do you think you're doing running off like that!" He huffs. "You can't just walk away without saying anything!"

Alfred rolls his eyes crossing his arms. "Uh, yes I can dude. I'm nineteen not a little baby. I can actually do what I want."

"Technically right now you are in fact sixteen, and in addition to that." Arthur pauses for a moment. He was right, while he was actually Nineteen years old he was still young compared to a lot of countries. The burden that he had to carry at the moment was a lot, and England was sure reminding him of this wasn't exactly helpful at the moment. Still, it had to be send. There was an urgency that had to be met, the boy could not just run off! "You're way too important right now to just wander off, heaven forbid you get lost or we can't find you!"

He grunts, knowing full well the other man was right, still there was some kind of resentment building up inside him. "Don't treat me like a child! I'm an adult, whether I look it or not. And I know what I have to do so you don't have to remind me every fucking second." Why is he so mad, upset? He doesn't get this way normally.

"Watch your language." Arthur states, simply staring at Alfred. Although the tone in his voice had changed to more calm. Mostly only to resolve this argument to keep the other from storming off. He's knows Alfred, he's stubborn and will not quit until he has one. It's an annoying, but endearing quality that they both admittedly share.

But Arthur is older, he knows he should be the one to act mature and end it sooner before it escalates. Something he should have known a long time ago.

"I'm. Nineteen." Alfred remains tense and upset as he stares at Britain.

England just stares back for a moment, taking a deep breath he turns away. "Let's just return to the hotel, it is getting dark after all there is no need staying out here at night." he starts to slowly walk in the direction of the hotel. "I'm afraid of what there could be in the dark..." he mumbles to himself. He turns his head to see that Alfred is following him just a few paces behind, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants. His head was tilted down slightly as he stares at the ground as he walks.