"Hey, I think he's waking up," someone's voice broke through loudly.

"Great," another loud voice chimed in.

Alfred woke to hear the loud voices giving him a headache.

"Huh?" He vocalized, opening his eyes. Staring down at him were his two best friends: Gilbert and Mathias.

Why they were there didn't concern him as much as the fact that he had failed yet again. This time he failed as a person. Would Arthur do it again?

He couldn't bare the thought of it. Alfred rushed out of the room, running down the stairs to Arthur's room.

"Wait Alfred!" Gilbert shouted, grabbing Alfred's arm and roughly shoving him to the floor.

"Let me go!" He shouted, struggling to reach the door. He needed to see Arthur. What if he was too late? "I need to go to him! I have to save him."

Mathias had now joined Gilbert in holding Alfred down. "Calm down Al. You need to tell us what's going on," Mathias whispered worryingly.

"Please!" Alfred begged. "Let go. I need to...I have to...Arthur !" He managed to get out of the grasp of the two nations as he raced down the hallway. He could hear the two following him. "Alfred stop!"

Alfred took a sharp turn left, opened the door to the staircase, and ran down the steps while checking his watch. It was a miracle he didn't trip and fall with his feet skipping a few steps in a zigzag manner.

He still had time, he could do this. Alfred sped up until he stopped right in front of Arthur's door. He knocked loudly. "Arthur, I'm coming in," he said with the last of his breath.

As soon as he opened the door he ran up and football tackled the older nation. "Alfred what are you doing!" He growled out as he dropped the bottle, letting it roll away.

"You could have told me." Alfred cried out as he tightened the hug. "You could have told me that it's happening to you too, that August 15 is ruining your life! "

Arthur frowned. "You mean it's affecting you too?" He sounded almost disbelieving.

Alfred nodded. "Of course, how do you think I feel when I watch you die again and again. I don't know why this is happening or why it has to be us, but I don't want to see you die anymore so please." His voice trailed off at the end, breaking, and showing just how much pain this curse caused him.

"You could have told me too Alfred. No wonder all of the sudden you hate summer, the loop is affecting you too."

"Does that mean you know what's going on?" He asked as the door opened up. "Alfred!" Mathias and Gilbert interrupted, out of breath.

Arthur looked at Alfred as he laughed nervously. "Long story," he said. "Well at least we're still together."

Alfred should have known. It was too good to be true.

The light above Arthur snapped as it crashed right at his head. Once again Alfred was frozen in shock as the blood splashed onto his face and Arthur's hand tried to reach out to him.

Why?

"Why?!" Alfred shouted as he covered his eyes with his hands. "Why us?!" I'm so sick of this!" He felt someone reach out for him and give him a hug. "It's going to be ok," Gilbert's voice broke through. Alfred shook his head. "No it's not going to be ok it's never ok." As the long awaited darkness consumed him.

Arthur sighed as he finished up the last of his notes. He would have been done long ago if the Frog hadn't called him up in the middle of the night for no reason. As he put down his pen, his phone started to ring. Arthur glanced at the caller I.D to see it was America. "What could the brat want this time?" He thought as he grudgingly slid his finger across the phone's screen to answer. "What do you want?"

"Hello, Iggy! I was hoping we could go to the park together!" Alfred's annoyingly happy voice shouted.

"Why would I go to a park?"

"Please Iggy? For fun."

"Don't you have work to do?"

"Nope!" Alfred said.

Arthur sighed, he didn't want the young man to run down to his room to drag him out in a situation like this. "Alright." He said. "I'll be waiting for you there."

It only took 10 minutes for Arthur to leave his room. After all, he was only going to meet Alfred—nothing fancy.

By the time that Arthur arrived, Alfred was already sitting on the swings,lightly rocking back and forth.

"Hey Iggy!" He said.

Arthur growled. "My name is not Iggy it's Arthur or England."

"Same thing!"

"No it's not you idiot!" Arthur lightly hit him on the head. Alfred just laughed anyway. "Artie! Artie!" He repeated over and over again.

"Why you!" Arthur shouted chasing after the blond who raced across the street. The light turned red as a truck rushed to get pass.

"Alfred look out!"

Alfred turned around. "Huh?" As he saw the truck racing towards him . He tried to move out of the way but he was too late.

"No!"

Alfred's body was tossed to the other side of the street . Blood was slowly leaking from his mouth as he struggled to speak.

Arthur ran over as fast as he could as a small crowd gather around to look.

"No...no" Arthur repeated softly in a mantra before glaring at the crowd. "Do something! Save my friend!" No one bothered to help; they just held out their phones.

"Artie?" Alfred brought Arthur's attention back to him. "Don't worry it's going to be alright."

"No it won't and you know that." An idea struck in Arthur's head. "I'll make this all better. I promise. I can fix this all right now."

Arthur pulled out a pocket size book and quickly flipped through the ancient pages looking for a small spell. As soon as he found it, he began to recite it with no regard for his surroundings; he needed full concentration for this.

"Oh lord of time and of space.

Let this day be erased

And save my friend from his foul fate.

so I won't be late."

A bright light covered the two.

When Arthur opened his eyes, he was back on his desk.