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Alright... sword? Check! Helmet? Check! Mandatory stash of snacks... DARN IT! Alfred heard his belly rumble as he looked through his bag for the umpteenth time. He must have eaten all of his apples already... but at least he had a carrot! That had to be good for something!His eyes gazed at the surrounding walls of rock that made up the cave. It really was dark here- as if the place was filled with an incredible evil that chased even the light away. He shivered at the thought, already able to imagine Deadra chasing after him in this dark cavern. He gulped, reminding himself why he was here. He was told to search through the cave after sight...

     "And then Sealand actually believed me and tried talking to every bird he saw!  Isn't that funny, Norge?" The idiot paused for all of two seconds before continuing. "Oh! Did you hear what Finland did the other day? He-" I tuned out all he was saying, swinging my legs back and forth from my spot on the park bench.  All around us, the day was filled with a sense of calm. Or, at least, it was calm before a certain Dane decided to open his mouth.      "He hit Sweden with a blow dryer!" I swore that I saw a bird flinch when Denmark let out a howling laugh. "A BLOW DRYER!!" That idiot really needed to learn to shut his mouth. Because of him...

     "Flying mint bunny…." Well. Wasn't that a great phrase to wake up to? Alfred didn't think so as he tossed and turned in his bed. It was the kind of night that continuously worked to keep you awake- when the softest of sounds could rouse you. He turned toward his partner, who was clinging to his arm beside him.      Smiling, Alfred gently cupped Arthur's cheek with his hand and sighed. Even nights like these were okay when he had someone this perfect next to him. He couldn't help but find the Brit cute. He would make strange expressions during the night. Sometimes his gigantic (and I mean GINOURMOUS!) eyebrows would furrow and he'd gru...