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    (Lol I like the same food as America XD)


    I found a map and scanned it until I found the star exhibit. "Its not that far from here. Its just upstairs and past one exhibit that seems pretty small." I said, a more comfortable smile returning to my face once I'd calmed down. I thought it was weird though, the exhibit we had to go through to get to the star one didn't have a name on its number label. I wondered what it was. (I just got a interesting plot idea. What if that unnamed exhibit was about the revolutionary war?)

    (Yeah! Awesome dude! XD)
    "But why would they forget? It seems like they didn't want it to attract too much attention." I mused. "For what reason I really have no cl-" I suddenly broke off, and my eyes grew wide. Before now I hadn't been paying much attention to what was displayed around me. Blue uniforms, red uniforms, with faded colors and stains of the war. Guns, bayonets, a cannon. Display cases of rusty cups, tools, and bullets. Planty of paintings as well, many potraying graphic scenes. And, seeming to stand out above everything else, a ragged flag on the wall, protected by a large frame concealing it in glass. Despite its faded, threadbare appearence, the thirteen white stars seemed to glow with a sort of desperate pride. Beneith the flag was another one, bearing a faded union jack. Several gaping holes seemed to have been ripped into the British flag, I knew they were from cannonballs. One corner was shredded and heavily stained, I knew it had been blood. I knew because I had been there when it happened. I'd seen it all; the hunger, the sickness, the cold, the puffs of smoke as bullets flew and men fall. The pain of being torn away from a brother, and then forced to fight against him. That was me......that was me. I can't move, I'm frozen in place, forced to again see things that had tortured my mind for years. I was held captive by the background music of the old war songs. I knew what this exhibit was about, thought a wish with all my might that I didn't. This exhibit was about the Revolutionary War. And the two former brothers who had been in the middle of that war, were now once again surrounded by things used so many centuries ago.......to kill.
    (Haha I'm supposed to be taking a shower and then working on Writing homework, but instead I'm getting distracted using my kindle fire)

    (Lol we all have those moments CX for example I keep having to rewrite my posts because I forget I'm supposed to do it in 1rst person and instead do it in 3rd)
    I clenched his hands into shaking fists. The desperation to get away from all the painful memories brought my frozen body back to life. "Lets go England!" I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. I quickly grabbed his hand and hurried throught the exhibit, keeping my eyes fixed on the ground. Finally after what feels like half an hour we passed through the exit into a small sitting room that lead into our goal exhibit. But I couldn't go in yet, I had to calm down. I let go of England and walked over to a window and stood there, staring at my reflection and the distant, shattered expression on my face.
    (Its 9:30 and I haven't finished my math homework yaaaay. I guess I'll have to do it during school yaaay....8:D)

    (Hmmm...that's tough.......Zelda.)


    I didn't need to look over to know England was beside me, I could see him faintly reflected in the window. It was oddly comforting to have him beside me, to know that after all those years we didn't have to hats eachother anymore. Hopefully we would never fight like that again. There was a while of silence before I felt the sorrow on my heart lift to allow my optemistic enthusiasm to return. I smiled softly and said, "Hey England, you ready to see the best Damn star e hibit you've ever seen in your life?"
    (With sadness comes love~ QwQ *passionate tears*)

    *gasp* and I didn't know it! X3


    I looked in amazement at my surroundings. All the walls and the ceiling was painted black, and thousands of tiny lights, imitating entire galaxies. "Wow England, this is so cool!" I said with a big smile, turning to find that the blonde looked quite distrancted, for some reason. "Hey, you okay dude?" I asked, poking him on the cheek -I often did that just because it was funny-. I was a little worried that he was still upset about the war exhibit, though I hoped that wasn't it.

    I grinned and siad, "Sounds like a good idea!" I was suprised when England grabbed my hand, but I didn't want England to see me nervouse -though I was sure that me cheeks still turned slightly pink- so instead I engrossed myself in reading the information inside various display cases. Inside the largest of the cases there were fragments of shooting stars, along with screens showing video clips of the fiery rocks falling to the ground. In the middle there was a plaque title "The Legend of the Shooting Star". "Hey England, check this out!" I siad, pointing to it. "Its talking about where the whole thing about wishing on a shooting star origonated from."


    (lol I accually can make some pretty good poems (only when I get a random burst of inspiration) I even wrote a song that is seposed to be sung by England about the Revolutionary War)

    (Sorry, I thought I posted a reply but for some reason it didn't show up. T~T now I have to re-write it all.)


    I smiled softly and said, "Yeah, when I was little. After you told me about it I was really excited about spotting one. So whenever you were gone I'd stay up as late as I could and look for one." I chucked at the memories. "I used to wish for such silly things, like 'please let it not be too rainy at England's house's or 'please let England cook something that's not Burt the next time he visits. Mostly I just wished for you to come back soon." I sighed, feeling a bit nostalgic. "Then...I grew up, and I realized that you can accomplish more by doing, not by wishing." I gave England a smile and said, "But ya' know, I think its good to have stories like that. They keep children's imaginations alive, and that's very important for the future."

    Lyrics plot is based of of:


    The scene I’ve seen before is dyed in sepia
    As I look up into the boring sky, I can't help but sigh again and again on the afternoon


    I’d be crushed by loneliness and go crazy
    Even the memory, lies and truths I was deprived of
    Sinking my thought, time passes cruelly
    Without even knowing why I’m here now


    Just
    Melting the heart broken into pieces without having feelings
    I can’t recall something, someone precious


    Remember
    The impure and sinful love
    If I could turn back time
    I wanted to know the bright season I spent with you once again


    Remember
    Tell me, though it’s still blank
    Why do tears roll down?
    Rushing through time, to the place
    Where is the reason for the pain I can't get rid of?


    After untying the wet hair
    And exchanging kisses
    You were cruelly silent
    By the depths of your eyes


    I promised eternity to save you out of here
    Taken in by poison as if to be noctambulous
    Your profile was too bright to see
    The light dazzlingly shining is an illusion


    Remember
    The impure and sinful love
    If I could turn back time
    I wanted to know the bright season I spent with you once again


    Remember
    Tell me, though it’s still blank
    Why do tears roll down?
    Rushing through time, to the place
    Where is the reason for the pain I can't get rid of?


    I’ll call your name over and over again
    As I want you to recall it
    Even if my voice gets hoarse


    Remember
    Pieces of the memory I took back wring my heart
    Even if every time the answer shows the reason why you left
    I kill myself for my foolishness


    Remember
    Wishing the threads of the linked tie
    To be tied someday
    I’ll offer my prayers over and over again
    Even if I know it would be a sin…


    Remember
    Falling into darkness


    Remember
    -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-


    Alfred was an orphan found by Arthur.
    Arthur raised him like a little brother, and to two shared many happy years together.
    But then...Alfred grew older, and started to become more independent.
    Eventually they got into a huge fight, and Alfred ran away.
    He was no longer Arthur's little brother, and would now live on his own.


    Years later, fate decided to reunite the two, though they would never be brothers again.
    They slowly grow back together, and in the end they fall in love.
    Fate surely must be the most beautiful thing in the world.


    But fate can be cruel...


    While Arthur and Alfred are out celebrating their one year anniversary.
    Alfred drops his present for Arthur in the middle of the street.
    He immediately goes back to pick it up...
    ...and is hit by a speeding car.


    A week later, the doctors say good news.
    Alfred is awake, and he should make a full recovery.
    Arthur goes to see him.


    "Alfred! Thank God you're okay, I was so worried!"


    "........"


    "What is wrong, Alfred?"


    "Who...who are you?"


    "Wh-what...?"


    "Who are you? How do you know my name?"


    ".......oh God....no....Alfred, y-you don't...remember me?"


    "...should I?"


    "Oh no, oh no, t-this can't be happening!"


    Later tests reveal damage to the part of the brain where the memories are stored.
    It wasn't a terrible amount of damage.
    But apparently Alfred has lost all memories of his time with Arthur.


    His love is now a stranger to him, and it is up to Arthur to bring the memories back.
    And save a bond like no other.


    (Lol
    I know of a music store that's not too far from my house, it where I'd get my piano music)


    "Thanks, dude." I said, grinning. These things were so cheesy, I really just use them to laugh at the completely random fortunes. I read the instructions then put the quarter in the coin slot. As instructed, I pressed my thumb onto the little censer. It lit up and a few seconds later it beeped. I removed my thumb and reached down to pull out the little slip of paper that had poled out of another slot. The piece of paper read:
    "You have reached a very important part of your like, and romance is just around the corner. You are hesitant to continue, though, and feel unsure of what lays ahead. Don't be afraid! Everyone must step out of their comfort zones at some point in their lives. Just have confidence in yourself and it will lead you to the happiness of love."
    My face heated up as soon as I finished reading the fortune. This...is just a coincidence, right? This isn't like any fortune I've ever read. I put the piece of paper in my pocket and hoped England hadn't seen my reaction to it. "You too, England! Its pretty neat." I said, trying to bring my face back to normal.

    (Lol that's what I used to think)
    (Its took all my negotiation skills to get this far.....I feel so poor...)


    I stared ahead of me the whole trip to the cafe. Damn fortunes had made things so awkward between the two of us. I pushed the thought away, though, as soon as we entered to cafe. "Alright you go ahead and order England, I'm buying." I said allowing him to go up to order. While waiting I got a strange feeling that eyes were on me. I turned around and saw a group of girls sitting in one corner. Every so often one of them would sneak a glance in my direnlction, then they would look at each other a giggle. I watched them for about a minute -which seemed to excite them more- and then turned back around, feeling uncomfortable and wondering why they were doing that. (You gotta admit that Al's pretty smexy)

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    [size=7pt][color=Red]The scene I’ve seen before is dyed in sepia
    As I look up into the boring sky, I can't help but sigh again and again on the afternoon


    I’d be crushed by loneliness and go crazy
    Even the memory, lies and truths I was deprived of
    Sinking my thought, time passes cruelly
    Without even knowing why I’m here now


    Just
    Melting the heart broken into pieces without having feelings
    I can’t recall something, someone precious
    [/size]




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    OOC: yeah, its just the human versions of them.
    So are these two gonna be living in the same house? (just checking)


    IC:
    Alfred stared at him for a moment with a blank expression, then turned to the window again. "I don't even know what home is supposed to be like..." He murmured, feeling empty inside. He knew from what the doctors told him that he'd lost all of his memory, and that there was sure to be a way to regain it. But Alfred couldn't help but feel lost; how was he supposed to regain his memory, if he didn't even know who he was supposed to be. [i]What was I like before?
    He was a little releived knowing that, at least he wasn't alone. What ever Arthur had ment to him, he had a feeling that the man was very close to himself.
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    [align=center][size=7pt][color=Red][i]Remember
    The impure and sinful love
    If I could turn back time
    I wanted to know the bright season I spent with you once again


    Remember
    Tell me, though it’s still blank
    Why do tears roll down?
    Rushing through time, to the place
    Where is the reason for the pain I can't get rid of?


    R e m e m b e r~


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    (Sorry I took so long replying, I'm gonna be kind of inactive for awile)


    After England finished I ordered a hamburger (of course). "Lets go find a place to sit while they're making the foor, okay?" I suggested, walking to a two-person table a good distance from the girls. Unfortunatly, I was still in sight, so their giggling continued to reach my ears. Its not like this never happened. I'm very well known, -not for being a country of course, only the government knows about that-. I'm sort of a national symbol, a representative of the US. A I must admit, my looks aren't too bad either. I don't pay alot of attention to this though, I've never really been interested in any of the girls who often try to flirt with me. There's only one person who has my heart, and unfortunatly I have yet to let him know. (lalala he's completely zoning out XD)

    I was a little suprised at England's sudden sharpness. It was like he was going back to his old grumpy self, the one that I always had the hardest time connecting with. "Hey, no need to get pissy!" I said, putting on a somewhat forced grin. "I'm just worried about you, s'all." My face turned serious and I leaned forward slightly. "Is the you-know-what exhibit still bothering you?" I really was bothered by his strange behavior. Some how the exhibit didn't seem to fit the reason for his behavior.


    (Lol then you should stop by my house! My dad's got a room and more filled with music ranging from the eairly 1950w to modern times. He's a long-time collector, and he sells CDs too!
    Hmm I'm in 8th grade, the last grade in my school....I wonder if there'll be a bash at the end of the year)