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Do you still love me? USUK'Do you still love me?'Alfred eyed a small British man give a small cookie as he ruffled the short blonde hair on the head.'Do you even remember what we shared?''Do you even remember me?'"Arthur
" The American whispered."Did you want some thing, America?" Arthur asked as he stood up and turned his body to Alfred.'He didn't even use my real name.'"Forget it." Alfred said pushing his hands on the table to stand and slowly walk away from the awestruck Arthur.'I guess you have a reason to hate me.'Alfred found himself on the roof gazing up at the sky with the breeze gently blowing through his hair."America. What did you want?" The usual ice cold tone came from behind him.