Alfred gasped, sitting up from his bed. He took a quick look around and sighed in relief. "It's all just a dream," he said as he picked up his glasses.

The shock and the sound of Arthur crying still rung in Alfred's head, combining with the sound of crickets chirping. However, Alfred tried not to pay attention to the small details, instead picking up his phone.

August 15, shined the electronic screen, ironically coinciding with the date of his dream.' Should he call Arthur again? What if the dream was like some kind of warning from above?'

Alfred growled, messily tugging at his hair from frustration. 'What was he being so scared about?' It was simply a dumb dream. Alfred went through his contact list and scrolled until he reached the contact for a certain Englishman and pressed call.

"Hiya Iggy, I'm bored. Let's go to the park or something...what do you mean I should have things to do? I finished all of my paperwork and my notes for the meeting are done...please Iggy?...Yay! Thank you, bye."

"Alfred? Why won't you wake up?"

Alfred picked up the exact t-shirt and jeans combination he wore in his dream and shoved his keys into his denim's pocket. "I wish it wasn't hot like the dream," he said to himself as he headed out.

"Hey...hey!"

Alfred sat on the swings, rocking peacefully all the while kicking little pebbles that got in his way.

Arthur, who was right by him looked up into the sky. "You know, I really don't like the summer," he said, holding the same black cat from that cursed nightmare.

"Oh, good for you," he replied as he felt Arthur's hands playfully hit his head.

"What do you mean 'good for you?'"

"What I mean is that you don't like summer and that's okay. I mean that's you, if you don't like summer I don't see why I have to be all worked out about it. It's only 3 months."

Arthur blinked while studying the blond. It was the rare occurrence that he showed any form of intelligence "Did you eat something bad this morning?"

Alfred laughed. "No, I didn't have the chance to eat at all. I kinda overslept. I'll go buy myself lunch later."

"Oh alright, but you better not buy too much! I swear you get fatter each time I see you."

"Hey, I'm losing weight you know!"

"Sure you are," his tone conveying excessive levels of sarcasm.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Then it happened, the cat jumped out of Arthur's grasp and began running into the street. Arthur got up ready to chase after the creature but was stopped by Alfred's grasp on his wrist.

"Hey...Arthur? I think it's time to go home now," he said quietly.

"What are you talking about Alfred, what if the cat gets hurt?"

"Please?" his voice was almost begging, "Arthur, forget about that cat. Besides, it has eight more lives, right? It will be fine. Let's just go home," slight desperation slipped into his otherwise cheerful tone.

The two stared at each other until Arthur consented to leave.

Alfred smiled as the two started to walk to the sidewalk. He saw Arthur rush ahead of him just as people's screams and shouts filled the air.

"Huh?" he mumbled as he looked at the people pointing to the sky. They looked up in horror as beams from a nearby building began to rain down upon the innocent civilians.

Alfred stared in shocked panic as he watched a majority of the debris make its way to where the two nations stood. He could not take his eyes away from such an astonishing sight but was broken from his spell when a scream nearby pierced his concentration.

"Arthur!" Alfred yelped out of his stupor and dropped to his knees, watching his friend clutch his chest-a large pole penetrating his body.

People around started to talk in varying levels of concern, pointing at the two boys. Alfred tried his best to stay strong.Finally, he snapped, "Don't just stand there! Get help!" He shouted at the people,startling them out of their trance and forcing them to look away, some even bringing out their cell phones.

"It's going to be ok Arthur, hang on I'm sure someone is going to get us help." Alfred attempted to comfort Arthur with repeated phrases.

Arthur smiled, looking at his friend."Hey Alfred, are you ok?"

"I'm fine but you are not. Now, try not to talk to much!" He said right before he felt someone whispering into his ears.

"Bet you wish you were asleep."

"Arthur!" Alfred called out as he once again collapsed to the floor by that same mysterious force.

"Someone help us please, my friend, he's hurt! Please someone!"

Alfred woke up screaming his head off as the memory replayed over and over, torturing his mind.

"Arthur!" He cried out as he once again reached out for his phone and glasses.

'This is not a dream. Something is messing with me and Arthur. I don't know what but I can care less. I need to save him...NO not need...will. I will save him.'