[The requested sequel to All I Wanted to do Was Sail! I hope you enjoy!
Oh, and I don't own Hetalia!]
It was Sunday. Sunday morning, bright and early, and for the first time in perhaps the history of the world...
"Alfred?"
I walked around the apartment, searching in every room. No Alfred. On the fridge was a note:
'Dear Arthur,' it read. 'Sorry for taking off so quick! Something came up in New York and I had to leave right away. I'll be gone for a few days on business, but I'll call you ALL THE TIME! I PROMISE! See ya soon!
-Al'
"Wow, that was fast." I said, taking the note and putting it in my pocket. I guess he'll be back soon then, I'll just have to find something to pass the time.
One Week Later
"Alfred? Hey, it's me. Call me back as soon as you get this, okay? Do you promise? Please?"
"Hey, it's me again. Just calling to see if you got my early messages."
"Alfred? are you there?"
"Al?"
"Please come home..."
"You promised."
The phone never returned to its cradle. In the past few days I'd never returned to my work, which laid strewn around me in messy piles. The house was dead silent, nothing disturbing the vacant peace. I hadn't moved in days, and I doubt I could move if I tried. Alfred hadn't come back like he'd said he would. Would he come back?
Did he not like me anymore? Oh God, I could hardly bare the thought! But what if? What if he left me, what if he never planned to come back?
What would I do? Oh, what could I do?!
The receiver slipped from my fingers and fell to the ground with a thud which echoed around me sullenly, whispering He'll never come back, he won't. He won't. He won't...
"Shut up!" I cried, no tears falling. My eyes were red but no tears fell. I would not let them, I would never go back to the way I'd been before.
The phone rang suddenly, and I didn't move. Ridged, frozen, my eyes stared straight ahead. Did I dare to pick it up? did I dare to answer the call, the call that could ruin me? It rang again. Should I pick it up? Is he worried about me finally? Is it Alfred on the other line, ready to apologize, coming home finally from New York, his job, the unexpected business trip that suddenly-
Oh, but that's right. Alfred, he never...
The phone stopped ringing. It was silent again. My ears buzzed.
"Alfred, he never...
"He never had a job...
"That would take him to New York."