It had only just turned afternoon, yet already the sun was beginning to go down. It was a shame that the winter days were always so short. Alfred F. Jones had just finished lighting the fireplace, and was now in the kitchen preparing two different drinks. One mug was filled with hazelnut coffee, and the other mug was filled with earl grey tea. He loaded both drinks onto a tray and picked it up, heading carefully up the stairs.
The bedroom was dark and cold. The curtains were shut tightly, blocking out the wintery wonderland view on the outside. Alfred hesitated for a moment before flicking on the lights. As usual the room looked the same, nothing untouched. It would have seemed completely uninhabited save for a lump bundled in blankets in the middle of the bed. Alfred walked towards the bed, setting the tray down on the nightstand.
"...Arthur? Are you awake?" He asked gently, peering down into the figure wrapped in the blankets. There was no reply, but that did not phase the American. He saw his lover's beautiful green eyes open, and smiled a little. "It's awfully cold in here Artie. I made a nice fire in the living room, how about we move you out there? I brought you some tea."
Once again, his beloved did not say anything. In fact, be was basically emotionless and unresponsive to Alfred's suggestion. Alfred didn't pay it any mind though, and walked briskly over towards the dresser.
"I'm sure a change of clothes would be nice. After all, you've been in those pj's all weekend." He said, pulling out a fresh pair of warm sweat pants and a blue sweater. Once he returned to the bed, he gingerly pulled the blankets aside, and grasped onto Arthur's upper arms, helping him into a sitting position.
Arthur's limp form would have slumped forward if it hadn't been for Alfred keeping him upright. It was a little difficult taking off the Englishman's shirt, but he managed it. Without a shirt on, Alfred could really observe how skinny his lover had gotten. He frowned upon being able to make out a faint trace of Arthur's ribs.
"We really need to fatten you up, huh?" He said with an almost desperate chuckle, poking the Brit lightly on his tummy. Arthur flinched a little, but it made Alfred glad that he'd gotten a reaction. Well, Arthur had always been ticklish. Once he saw Arthur shiver a little, he was quick to get him into the sweater and warm sweat pants.
"There, good as new," Alfred complemented, appraising the new clothes. "Ready to go to the living room?"
With that, Alfred then carefully scooped Arthur up into a secure bridal style hold. Finally he got a true reaction; Arthur gasped and clutched his partner tightly. "Shh, I've got you," Alfred murmured reassuringly. They made it downstairs in a short amount of time, and he set Arthur down on the couch directly in front of the warm fire.
"Wait one sec, okay?" He said, before running back into the bedroom to retrieve the drinks, which were still warm. He also grabbed the afghan quilt that was on the end of the bed, and then ran back downstairs.
"Here we go, your favorite tea," He said brightly, taking Arthur's hands and placing the cup in between them. Once he was sure that Arthur would not drop it, he let go and spread the quilt over both of them.
The silence was a little uncomfortable, but things had been like this for the past three weeks, so Alfred supposed that he needed to get over it. He sipped at his own delicious coffee and sighed, glancing over at the other form next to him. Arthur had not taken a sip of his tea yet, but at least he still held the cup. Alfred slowly shifted his gaze upward, looking straight into his lover's eyes.
Oh what beautiful eyes they were. Such a luscious and lively green, a green that had been so full of life prior to what they were now. Presently his eyes were still beautiful, but they lacked something of utter importance; life. Now Arthur's eyes were dull and lifeless, though Alfred could understand why. He sighed and took one of Arthur's hands into his own.
"I love you Arthur. I won't ever stop loving you." He whispered, trying to control the trembling in his voice. "I don't care if you can't see anymore, it doesn't change anything. You'll still always be mine."
Suddenly, it was as if Alfred had broken a barrier. Arthur inhaled sharply, and his hands clutched onto the hem of Alfred's shirt tightly. He stared at Alfred as his unseeing eyes welled up with tears.
"A-Al...Alfred," He said hoarsely, the tears now flooding down his cheeks. Alfred felt several emotions at once. This was the first time his beloved had spoken since that day three weeks ago. Finally he was getting through.
"I'm here babe, I'm here." He reassured Arthur, crushing the smaller man to his chest. Arthur now sobbed openly into his chest.
"D-Don't leave me! Don't leave me!" He cried.
"I wont. Not ever!" Alfred assured him, feeling his own eyes begin to tear up.
That night, they both sobbed openly into each others arms.
Not sure if this if going to be a oneshot or not, what do you guys think?