A/N: This is short and sad. And it is also shounen-ai. Read at your own risk. Oh, and don't forget to review! :)
Disclaimer: Me no own Hetalia. :D
-Cemetery-
Arthur stared up at the wooden sign hanging atop an iron gate. It was an old but well-kept cemetery, and Arthur visited at least twice a year. As he entered, he regarded the old caretaker with a small smile and a nod. He walked towards a particular grave, hugging a folded blanket in his arms. As he reached the tombstone, he unfolded the small blanket on the ground and sat on it. A cold breeze blew all around and Arthur shivered, zipping his jacket up.
Sighing, he lifted his gaze and looked at the slab of stone bearing a name on it, then he stared down at the framed photo of the man buried under it. "Hi Alfred," he said to the photo, smiling at the grinning American, wearing the jacket that Arthur wore at present; his precious bomber jacket.
Alfred was a fighter pilot in the Army. He had met his demise while test driving a new plane. From what he had heard from Gilbert, there was an engine malfunction, and a high chance that the plane wouldn't even make it off the runway. Alfred had been very persistent though, and told them that he would still do it. When it had crashed, his body was brought to the hospital, and Gilbert had immediately phoned Arthur. Of course, Alfred didn't make it.
Arthur sighed as he reminisced, faintly hearing fireworks in the distance. Ah yes, he had almost forgotten about today. "Happy Birthday Alfred," he breathed softly to the tombstone. It was also Independence Day, July 4. "I'm sorry I haven't brought you any cake love. All the shops were closed because of the occasion and Francis was too busy," he told the stone. Then he stared at the old worn writing on the stone, he couldn't read it very well because it was hardly legible. And his eyes were blurry. Arthur blinked, surprised to feel wetness run down his cheek.
"It's been what? 2 years already?" Arthur choked a sob, and looked for a handkerchief in his pocket. Instead he found paper, making his sob even more. He knew the contents of the note, and who had written it. Slowly, he withdrew his hand, taking the paper out of his pocket. It was a note from a certain someone, that Gilbert had given to him, along with a small red velvet box. He unfolded it, and began to read.
Dear Arthur,
If you're reading this, it means the others were right. It means the plane has crashed and I'm now most likely dead. Along with this, you'll also receive a box. Don't open it yet. Read this first.
I'm sorry I couldn't make it back for you. I love you very much, you know that don't you? I was planning to do this after I finished the test drive. I was going to make it home to you, and we would have dinner, then... I would propose to you. With this note, I have also left you a ring.
Arthur Kirkland, will you marry me?
Love, Alfred
P.S.: No goodbyes, just see you later.
Arthur shut his eyes, folding the paper and deposited it back in his pocket. He stared at his left hand, where he wore Alfred's ring. It was a simple gold band. No more, no less.
"We'll get married soon. I'll see you soon," he whispered, wiping away his tears. Slowly he stood up, taking the blanket in his arms once more. "I have work, Alfred. I'll see you later," he said, smiling softly. Lifting the picture, he gave Alfred a peck on the cheek. As he left the cemetery, he bid farewell to the old caretaker and slowly walked back to his car. He fished out his keys, and got in, starting the engine. As he drove away, he glanced at the cemetery.
No goodbyes, just see you later.
~End~
