Dear Alfred,
You know...I fell for you.
Now, don't go tearing up this letter before you hear me out. I think you were aware of my feelings, although I might have been mistaken...
Didn't you notice? One week, I brought your lunch every day; you didn't want it. Another week, I bought you two tickets to the premier of Harry Potter; you didn't take me, you took Tony. Not forgetting that time I let you drag me to America just so you could do the top forty things to do in Walmart. And not forgetting when you broke...Ok I'll shut up now.
Back to the matter, I fell for you. I fell for you hard.
But then you married him. For days after I sat in my room doing nothing; in fact, the first time I left the house was for the meeting a week later. And I'm most definitely certain that you noticed I wasn't at my best. You kept saying, 'Artie, something get stuck up your arse?' or 'Iggy, ate too many of your dreadful scones?' In your bloody obnoxious voice! Do you think that helped me in anyway? Did you think that giving me an invite to moving in together party helped either?
I left early, if you didn't realise. I left as soon as you moved on upstairs with your love...Your love that wasn't me.
Then has been others over the year, as you are fully aware. But you took them from me. Every time you looked my way, every time you asked me something, talked to me, insulted, laughed at, it reminded me that no-one could beat you. NO ONE.
Well, there is one that has far more than a fighting chance of beating you. You know him, he helped you break away from me back then...But he also helped me. He's helped me more than you could ever imagine. The difference between him and you is that he was concerned. Oh yes, I can hear your voice now, ' I was concerned Artie! ' But, that someone voiced it, you didn't.
And, he did it in a way that I could understand; not in the form of insults or food, he sat down and said it.
' Arthur, are you ok? '
What's so hard about that, Alfred?
Anyway, I'm writing to finally say, I hope your happy with your island nation, Your island nation that isn't me. Because, to be frank, he deserves you; and I have finally moved on from denying that fact.
Alfred held the letter in his hand, hiding it from prying eyes. He had no idea Arthur had thought that way, if he knew he might of...No, he thought, I have Kiku now, and I'm happy with that.
He frowned at the sudden change of writing, it was less curly than the Brit's, but still mildly neat. Neater than his anyway. And what the new person had wrote unlocked the secret that Arthur had been keeping all this time, all this half a year.
Alfred realised that this man was why he had missed a meeting, which was very abnormal for the Briton. He realised that this man was why he had received a half-arsed present for his birthday, on time. It was because Arthur had moved on to be with this man. This man that wasn't him.
A small smile tugged at his lips at the realiseation of who Arthur had ended up with, although the other had only written one sentence in Arthur letter, it was plain to see that they were happy. Happy together. Without him.
And he knew this as sentence stated...
' Because he's nearly as awesome as I am.'
A/N
At last I have written some PrUK!
That is all, you may leave now.
Thebritishgirlchild~