"So…Arthur…" Alfred had started driving again, and had put most of his focus towards the road.
"Y-yeah?" He whimpered.
"Do you know…Who did it?"
Arthur stared at the door handle, like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.
He just shook his head.
"Are you sure?"
"Arthur, Come on tell me." Alfred watched him out of the corner of his eye (peripheral vision).
"No… I don't remember."
America sighed, not wanting to push the topic too far, for now.
"We are at your house." Alfred stated as he pulled up into Arthur's driveway.
"Thanks." Arthur unlocked the door, and sluggishly steeped out of the vehicle.
"Do you want to come in?" England asked with pleading eyes.
"Uh.." America took a good look at England's eyes. He knew Arthur wanted him to stay, he seemed afraid.
"You know what? I'm going to take you up on that offer." Alfred twisted the keys and pulled them out of the ignition.
He slid the keys in his pocket as he opened the car door.
He noticed Arthur had wondered up to his front door, back turned, fiddling with his own keys.
Alfred stepped out of the car, and shut the door behind him.
He quietly walked up the steps to England's porch. Alfred laid a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "Hey."
Arthur jerked around and fell to the ground, sending the keys flying into the grass. A look of fear and panic crossed Arthur's face. He scurried to the corner of his porch, and his breathing increased.
"Arthur! It's me, it's alright!" Alfred squatted down next to the alarmed nation.
England paused for a second to gather composure over himself. He sat there as his breathing slowed to a normal rate. He exhaled, before using the wall to push himself up off the ground.
"Are you ok?" Alfred slowly rose to his feet.
"Yeah, fine and dandy." Arthur said with some sarcasm, as he brushed himself off.
'That's not good.' Alfred suspected.
After finding England's keys, which were lost in the grass, they both stepped into the house.
"Take a seat wherever you like, I'll go brew some tea." Arthur walked into the kitchen.
'He must really be off his rocker.' Alfred pondered as he sat on the large sofa 'He knows I don't drink tea.'
A few minutes later Arthur came in the room holding a tray with two miniature tea cups. Both of which were on top of a small, glass plate.
Alfred took one tea cup in his right hand, and held the plate in his left hand. His pointer and middle finger wrapped around the handle of the cup. He positioned it inches under his nose. letting the steam of the dark, herbal smelling liquid, rise up to his face.
America smiled at the generous offer, even though he stopped drinking tea after the revolution.
"Thank you, Arthur." He said sincerely as Arthur took his seat.
He didn't say much of a response. Arthur just gazed in his cup. He occasionally moved the tea from one side of his cup to the other. The steam rose from his cup and surrounded his face.
Alfred found himself gawking at Arthur the entire time.
When Arthur finally took a drink of his tea, it was just a sip. England gently placed the cup down on the table adjacent to him.
"Do you like the tea?" Arthur asked quietly.
Then Alfred remembered that he hadn't drank any of it yet.
America examined the tea momentarily, before throwing his head back and swallowing it all in one gulp.
The tea was awful. It wasn't brewed completely, and Alfred didn't like the taste of tea in the first place. Also the fact that it was steaming hot made it burn his mouth an throat. It all made an unpleasant look cross Alfred's face.
"It's good!" America smiled the most bullshit smile he could manage.
" I forgot you weren't a tea drinker…How stupid of me." Arthur smiled a sorrowful smile. "I didn't even finish brewing it…".
He lowered his head down, murmuring. "Yes…How stupid of me." He whipped his eyes with his sleeve(Alfred's jacket). "Yes…I'm so stupid".
Alfred placed the plate down and rested the cup on top of it. He slowly rose from his seat, and walked over to Arthur.
"It's not you fault. You're not stupid." Alfred flashed a sad smile as he ruffled Arthur's hair.
Arthur started trembling "Alfred, I want you to hold me."
Alfred moved closer to Arthur, to embrace him.
Alfred froze as Arthur's looked up at him.
"Oh, Arthur." America's arms reached all the way around England.
Arthur's heart speed up and he pushed Alfred away. Causing him to fall out of the chair. He scurried as far away from Alfred as possible.
When Arthur's back touched a wall he panicked and curled up into a fetal position.
"I'm so sorry, Alfred." He sobbed. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry."
"No, Arthur, sorry. I should have listened to you're feelings." Alfred kneeled next to Arthur once more.
"I wont come in contact with you until you're ready."
Arthur placed his hand over Alfred's "Please don't leave me…I was so scared in the hospital…I was alone."
"No matter what happens I will never leave you."