Always- USUK
Come on, let me hold you,
Touch you,
Feel you,
Always.
Kiss you,
Taste you,
All night
Always.
Arthur walked through the halls, keeping his head down and his arms wrapped around his books, holding them to his chest.
He prayed to whoever would listen that no one would bother him, but only the devil seemed to want to listen to his thoughts, and he was pushed into a locker.
He looked up at his attacker, seeing the face of Francis Bonnefoy, the French student that had bullied him as long as he could remember, and his two friends, Antonio and Gilbert.
"Please, leave me alone…" Arthur wanted to plea, but knew that it wouldn't matter. They stopped listening to him years ago.
Francis' two friends grabbed his arms, while Francis laughed and allowed them to drag him towards the bathroom, his books forgotten.
"Just remember, you deserve this." He said, locking the door to the room as Gilbert and Antonio shoved him towards the wall.
They laughed, pushing him to the ground as Francis stood behind them, an evil glint in his eyes and a knife in his hand.
Arthur's eyes widened, trying to get up and leave, but was pushed back down.
"Ah, ah, ah, mon ami. It's time you learned your lesson for good." He laughed, grabbing one of his arms and pressing the knife to it. Arthur winced at the pain the knife left behind, turning his head away from the blood that dripped from the new wound.
Gilbert turned his head towards the cuts, and Arthur squeezed his eyes shut at a particularly deep one.
Once the group was finished, they left Arthur to lie there, blood flowing freely from the numerous cuts on his arms, and one name on his lips.
"Alfred."
Alfred had to use the washroom extremely badly, sighing in frustration as the teacher told him yet again to wait for the bell.
He looked at the clock again and again ("It's only been one minute!"), and was very happy when the bell finally went off.
He jumped up from the desk, grabbing his books and racing off to his locker. He put them away, locked it, and ran towards the bathroom.
As he walked in, he was not prepared for the sight he was about to see.
"Arthur!" He exclaimed, locking the door and running for the boy with tears in his eyes.
"Who did this to you!? I'll kill them. I swear, I will." Alfred huffed angrily, grabbing a large wad of toilet paper to press on the wounds in hopes that the blood would begin to slow.
"Francis and his… two friends…" Arthur replied tiredly, trying to keep his eyes open.
Once the blood began to slow, Alfred got some of the toilet paper wet and began to clean the wounds as best he could with the supplies he had.
"We need to get you to the infirmary." He said, throwing out another wad of paper.
"No… just… stay here a little… longer." Arthur got out, putting one of his hands in Alfred's who sighed and held the smaller male to his chest.
"I love you so much, Arthur…" He said, resting his chin on the other's head.
"I love you too, Alfred…" Arthur said, letting his head fall to Alfred's chest.
Alfred began to hum a familiar tune, swaying the other in his arms.
"I've been here before a few times
And I'm quite aware we're dying
And your hands they shake with goodbyes
And I'll take you back if you'd have me
So here I am I'm trying
So here I am are you ready." Alfred sang quietly. Arthur recognized it as their song.
"Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you
Always." He sang, bringing a few tears to Arthur's eyes.
"Kiss you, taste you all night
Always." He finished.
"Arthur?"
"Yes, Alfred?"
"That's how long I'll love you for."
"...What?"
"Always, Arthur. I'll love you always."
Sucky endings are AWESOME DAMMIT extremely short... oops... I hope it was somewhat enjoyable...
