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(Present)
(Flashback)
The tears freely stream down my face as I try to make him understand…
"You just don't fucking get it!" my words fall on deaf ears as he grips my newly bandaged wrists.
"Al-? Alfred? Oh my god! What did you do? What happened?" A kind of haze clouds my vision as I look over the bathtub toward the voice.
"Oh my god. What have you done you bloody idiot!?" The voice screams again at a slightly higher pitch. My eyes flutter shut again as I feel him pull me onto the cool tiles…
"Doesn't anyone understand how messed up this world is!? It's either hurt or be hurt. What kind of sick, twisted design is that? Can't something go right without others having to suffer? When will this end! What kind of madness do we live in!?" I scream on the man below me. He simply looks up at me, his emerald eyes brimming with tears. He reaches up to caress my face and responds for the first time.
"You're right. This world is messed up. I know things may seem hard when everyone relies on you to fix their problems. But there is good in the world. You are proof of that. When things get rough, you need to remember that you are never alone. The world needs a hero, Alfred. Don't you dare disappear." I feel his kiss touch my lips before the darkness takes me…
...
When I wake, I am in my bed, my wrists have been bandaged. I hear a door creak open and I smell freshly cut lilacs. My eyes open to reveal Arthur setting a vase of flowers next to my bed. He offers me water, and I drink it all. I don't know what to say.
"Alfred…" He starts. "You know that as a personified country, we have expectations to uphold and people whose lives depend on us. I won't cite regulations to you because I know you won't listen. But I want you to hear what I say to you now; don't ever do that to me again. I don't know how many times I have to say this but, I love you. I love you so much and the thought of you being gone is the only thing left in this world that I am afraid of." The last sentence sounds chokes as I can see the sobs raking his body. My weak arms circle his slender shoulders.
"I'm sorry for worrying you Arthur." Is all that manages to escape my lips as I realize the severity of my actions. His shoulders slump as though his crying has exhausted himself. I tuck us into the warm and inviting bed.
"I love you." I manage to whisper before falling into my dreams of a peaceful world.