Letters from a Britannia Angel
England x Reader x America
Ach! You were late! You'd forgotten exactly how or when you had fallen asleep, but that was beside the point. The clock blinked 4:53 pm on its digital face, and your date with Alfred was at 5. How in the world were you going to make it to the park across town in seven minutes? At least you were already dressed in your (favorite color) blouse, a pair of dark blue jeans. You quickly threw on some makeup, put up half your hair in a sloppy, but oddly good-looking bun, grabbed your black windbreaker, and scrambled out the front door of your house, and into your parent's car.
As you drove, your feelings of anxiety began to grow. Even though Alfred wasn't the type to get angry about showing up late, it still bothered you when you were. You had been dating Alfred for a while, and known him since childhood, when he began attending your elementary school. His parents moved around a lot for work, so he stayed with his grandfather. It surprised you when your realized how carefree and cheerful he always acted, despite almost never seeing his parents. Lost in thought, you didn't notice the light at the intersection turn red.
CRASH!
The next few moments were hazy. You didn't quite know what had happened, although, you didn't seem to be injured. You stumbled out of your car, unaware of your movements, almost as if your body moved itself. Your dedication to Alfred was almost too great for your own good.
God, that boy better know I love him. You thought.
When you finally rose up out of your half-conscious state, you were at the park. Perking up, you scanned your surrounding area for any sight of your boyfriend. And you soon found him in front of the ice cream stand.
That's so like Alfred. You thought. Couldn't wait to get ice cream I suppose. The glutton.
You smiled as you called out to your boyfriend.
"Alfred!" He didn't seem to respond, so you tried again.
"ALFRED!" You screamed, waving. Alfred didn't seem to hear you at all.
That's fine. Maybe he's just listening to his MP3 player.
You began running towards him and calling his name, but still. Nothing. No reaction. Was this payback for being late? No. Alfred wouldn't do that to you. Especially not after all the dates he's been late for. He walked over to a large maple tree and stood there eating his ice cream. God, he looked so cute. His blonde hair gently caressing his forehead, and his glasses sitting in front of those gorgeous sky blue orbs made him just so adorable.
"Hey Alfred!" You said, now standing right in front of him.
"_'s never this late, I hope she's okay." Alfred murmured to himself, a hint of apprehension showing through his voice.
"Ha ha, Alfred, very funny. I'm right here. Sorry I'm late; I fell asleep on the couch."
Alfred didn't respond. Instead, he continued shifting his gaze between the park in front of him, and his watch.
"Did she forget our date? This is so unlike her. Maybe I should call." You watched as Alfred took out his cell phone, dialed your number and put the phone up to his ear.
"Alfred. I'm right here, stop this. Alfred. Listen To Me! OKAY, I'M SORRY I'M LATE!" You were nearly shouting at him. You didn't like this game of his one bit. Tears started to build up in your eyes but you quickly wiped them away. "Stupid Alfred, I'm leaving." You stomped away, irritated. You didn't even look back to see Alfred's concerned look when he realized you hadn't answered your cell phone.
Stupid Alfred. I said I was sorry. He doesn't have to be so mean. This joke of his isn't funny.
When you finally cooled down, and looked around to see where you were standing, you were in front of your best friend Lili's house. You always thought her house was breathtakingly beautiful. Although its layout was simple, and it wasn't the biggest house in the world, it was warm and inviting. Lili and her brother and legal guardian, Basch, took good care of it, too. You could have sworn they spent every weekend improving their home. Basch was always trimming the bushes, mowing the lawn, and painting the house. While Lili enjoyed planting flowers, and growing basically herb on the face of the planet. They seemed to get along really well, and you longed for that kind of relationship with your siblings.
At present, Lili was outside tending to some flowers near the front gate. Alfred's silly game had completely gone over your head at the sight of her, and you decided to say hello.
"Hey Lili! How are you?" You said with a big grin spread across your face. Silence.
"Lili! Oh not you, too! Did Alfred get you in on this?" She didn't respond, almost as if she couldn't tell you were there. You could understand Alfred being upset and childishly pretending you weren't there, but how could your best friend do this to you? You stormed off, anger now building inside of you.
How did Alfred even get her to play this stupid game? You wondered. It just didn't make sense. Did he call her? Maybe. . . Ugh. I just don't even know. I need to think.
You decided to go to the school and sit by your favorite tree next to the track. Somehow this place always helped you clear your head, and if it was one thing you needed right now, it was to clear your thoughts. On your way, you spotted Ludwig and Feliciano. Poor Feliciano was being forced to run laps around the track. Ludwig was sure hard on him. Looking out for a friend's health is one thing, but you always felt Ludwig went a little overboard when it came to running. You smiled slightly. There was no way someone as serious as Ludwig would play along with one of Alfred's silly games. Plus those two didn't really get along, so why would he?
"LUDWIG! FELICIANO!" You screamed from across the track. They didn't seem to hear you. You were probably just too far away, so you started jogging toward them.
"HEY LUDWIG!" You tried again. He didn't say anything. From ten feet away you were sure he could hear you. So why wasn't he responding?
"Feliciano? . . . Ludwig?" You asked, coming closer, suddenly unsure. Fear swept across your being. No one was paying attention, or they couldn't see you at all. But why? You didn't understand.
Frightened and utterly lost in a sea of confusion, you ran back home. You began to panic, your heart racing. No one could see you, or at least, they were pretending not to see you. But that didn't make any sense. It couldn't be just one of Alfred silly games if Ludwig and Feliciano were playing along. Ludwig was way too serious, and Feliciano—too kind-hearted. Why couldn't people see you then?
About a block away from your house, you noticed Arthur, swaying back and forth, as if debating whether to continue walking or to go back. Arthur was in a few of your high-school classes, but you two weren't really all that close. It's not like you hated each other or anything, you just didn't get the chance to talk much. Although you wondered what he was doing, you pushed your curiosity aside, figuring that he wouldn't be able to see you either. So you just brushed passed him.
"_." He said in his charming British accent, "I'm glad to see you're okay."
You snapped your head around, his words startling you. He could see you? The past hour had just been too much for you to handle. Suddenly no one could see you; your mind was flooded with feelings of hopelessness, confusion, and anxiety. And you needed someone, anyone to cling to. So, you chose Arthur.
You snatched the front of his jacket and pulled him close. Your head buried in his chest, tears now rolling down your cheeks. Your sudden movements shocked him, so he stood there dumbstruck, with a crying girl clinging to his chest. He didn't know what to do, should he wrap his arms around you and comfort you? Or was that crossing a line?
"Arthur! What's going on?! Why are you the only one that can see me?" Arthur wrapped his arms around you tightly. Your fear had finally gotten to you, and you stood in his arms, a trembling, crying mess.
Arthur understood now. It had suddenly clicked in his head, and it all made sense; all the puzzle pieces fit perfectly.
"_. I'm so very sorry." He paused, almost unsure you could handle what he was about to tell you. "You're dead, _."