The room was filled with young collage graduates as they enjoyed joining together and talking about how their lives have been going. They usually do this once or twice every week and always get together at one of the guy's pub.

The owner is a British man with messy blonde hair, emerald eyes, and big eyebrows. Arthur was always sensitive of his eyebrows because of the teasing his had to endure during childhood, and of course his college friends still teased him.

His eyes scanned over the room and everyone was here except a certain American.

"I wonder where Alfred is." Francis said out loud as everyone laughed at a joke that someone mad. The French looked over at Arthur, knowing he was asking himself the same question. Arthur instantly glared at Francis and crossed his arms.

"Like I care about that idiot!" Arthur scuffed, but both of them knew that was a lie. Ever since freshman year, Arthur had been in love with Alfred and Francis was Arthur's 'love counselor'. As they went on in college, Arthur realized that Alfred would never fall in love with him and that if he would tell the American about his feelings, it would just bother him.

"What's with you guys! Lighten up!" Gilbert shouted from across the room.

"Hush or I'll make you pay for that beer." Arthur said and continued to clean the counter. Then the door to the small pub slammed open and in came Alfred grinning from ear to ear.

"Dudes, guess what!?" Alfred shouted as he ran toward the bar. Arthur sighed and put away the rag he was using.

"You and your girl broke up?" Gilbert asked.

"Why would be happy about that?"

"I would be."

"Just bloody tell us what it is already." Arthur groaned and glared at the other blonde.

"Fine. Well...I'm engaged."

As the others cheered and congratulated Alfred in his engagement, Arthur felt his world hit bottom. His eyes opened up wide in shocked and his hands clenched together. Francis noticed and got up. He walked over to Arthur and put his arm around him. Alfred watched as Francis did so and looked away. He tried to keep his smile and seem joyous.

"So Arthur, so me that picture that you were talking about." Francis smiled and tried to get the Brit's attention. "Wasn't it in your room?"

Arthur looked at Francis as he tried to fight back that tears. He knew that this was going to happen sooner or later; he had prepared himself for it, but why did it still hurt so much? He nodded and walked with Francis to his room up stairs.

Alfred watched and then looked down at his hands. This was for the best. He told himself, but he could feel his heart break into pieces.