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    Alfred turned back to face Arthur, smiling happily, "Yeah, I do! That would be so cool!" He hadn't really played his guitar in a while and it'd be good to actually play with someone else.

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    Arthur smiled and said, "I haven't played base since I went through that punk phase," The blonde looked at his crush and actually grinned.
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    Alfred stood up, excited to get going, "Let's go!" he didn't even finish eating but that was just how Alfred lived. Excitement took most control and Alfred's common sense still didn't come back from last night.

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    Arthur shook his head and picked up the tray, carrying his tea out with him after dumping the rest of the garbage food into the trash. "Bloody hell America slow down!" he said and grabbed his hand, trying to force the energetic young nation to walk his pace.
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    Alfred still speed-walked but his pace gradually slowed down so he was walking at the same pace as Arthur, probably just to keep holding his hand. He walked across the parking lot, using his free hand to unlock the car.

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    "God how do you have so much energy?" He muttered to no one in particular as he got into the passenger side of the car and buckled in.
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    Alfred shrugged, getting into the drivers' seat, "I don't know, maybe I don't drag my ass around all day." He was joking at the last part, of course. He started up the engine of the car, backing away from the parking space.

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    Arthur rolled his emerald eyes at him, not wanting to smack him but might eventually if he got pushed to the point. He stared out the window at America's place and sighed inwardly, he was such a tiny nation compared to all of this!
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    Alfred drove out of the parking lot and into the already busy road. He drove with easd most of the time; that was, until the occasional bad driver popped up. The driver nearly slammed right into Alfred's car if he hadn't swerved to the side. Alfred glared at the driver, mouthing the word, "Asshole." The nation muttered something under his breath and continued to drive but it was clear that he was going a little slower than usual.

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    Arthur went wide eyed and said, "dose everyone here drive like they are on Germany's highways?" He made sure to tighten his belt, another reason why he hated this place so much.
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    Alfred shrugged carelessly but it was obvious that he was still shaken, "Some drivers just ask for trouble." He was silent for the rest of the ride, driving into the driveway of his house, parking the car and shutting off th engine.

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    "Well you ready to play your guitar again?" He asked unbuckling himself and turning towards the American.
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    Alfred nodded eagerly, his earlier excitement returning, "Yup!" He ran up the porch steps, unlocking the front door and walking inside. Now, all he had to do was figure out where he put them.

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    Arthur followed behind him and smirked a bit, "Good luck finding them I suppose," he said once he walked through the door and closed it behind him.
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    "I can find them...! They're probably in my closet but I'm not positive." Alfred ran upstairs to his room, opening the closet door. It, of course, was a large mess but what did you expect? This may take a while... Alfred thought to himself, glancing down at the mess of a closet.

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    "Would you like some help?" said Arthur walking up the stairs and finding Alfred near his messy closet, the young nation really needed to learn to clean things out once in a while.
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    "Umm..." Alfred was a little unsure, his pride getting in the way. He reached forward, taking one thing out and watching as everything else spilled out. "Yeah." He admitted, knowing that it would take quite a while to sort through this.

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    Arthur chuckled and walked towards him, kissing his cheek before going into the back of the closet since it might hold the old guitars. Though what he found while looking through a box was old wooden toy soldiers, he still had those?
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    Alfred looked over at Arthur, who had the box of tiny wooden soldiers. Alfred felt the memory creep back into his head but he pushed it away, asking, "Surprised I still kept it?" Alfred himself knew that it was somewhere in the closet but he didn't really expect to find it.

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    "Yeah...you have all of them," Arthur said quietly, the memory of making those and giving them to him when he was little still fresh like it happened not to long ago.
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