Argh. I can't help but write about this pairing when I have no inspiration. TT_TT


"Bloody git," Arthur muttered as Francis pounced off. "That idiotic pervert who just had to stick his nose in someone else's business—"

"Anything wrong, Arthur?" a muffled voice came from behind. "The air won't say anything back, you know."

Arthur spun around in alarm to see a particular cheerful Alfred who was holding his hamburger with his mouth. That was quite repulsive to Arthur, but he bit back his words. The rain made dampened his mood more than anything.

"N-Nothing you should concern yourself about." Arthur said, turning red. "It's just the rain." Alfred raised an eyebrow. Arthur narrowed his eyes. That idiot, he thought bitterly. It was either Alfred was intentionally pissing him off or he really was that stupid.

"I know everyone here doesn't want to get soaked," Alfred said, swallowing the last bite of his hamburger. "But you're usually snappier when it rains." He patted Arthur in the back hard. Arthur cringed at the touch. "Lighten up, will you?"

As if I could lighten up. Arthur bit his lip. "It's a bit hard to do that." He said shortly, crossing his arms. "It's especially when a particular American happens to ruin my day even more." Alfred frowned.

"Don't say that," he complained. "What makes it so hard? It's just rain."

God, Arthur sighed mentally. Is he really such a dimwitted—no—thoughtless bastard who doesn't even remember— Arthur stopped his train of thought there. He didn't want to remember that time again. The rain spattered softly on the ground.

"I-It makes me remember, that time." Arthur said, looking away. Alfred's confused face softened as he realized. He frowned for a while then chuckled.

"It can't be that bad, you know." He murmured, closing his eyes. "I remember you told me once 'Time heals a lot, even though it can't heal completely.'"

"I'm surprised your memory can go that far." Arthur grumbled as he sat on the nearest chair. Whenever Arthur stepped out in the rain, he remembers that time so vividly; it couldn't get out of his mind. He shook his head.

"I'm just being stupid," Arthur mumbled softly. "That dimwit's gone, and he's so bloody annoying. Why the hell do I keep shaking every time I think about it?" That question stung Arthur with answers he already knew. He didn't know why his chest hurts every time he thinks about his back turned on him. He always had a desperate feeling whenever he stepped just a foot outside the door; a desperate feeling of wanting him to stay. It was just like that moment where Alfred failed to be a hero.

"Any longer, you might fall asleep." Alfred said loudly. "If you're that depressed already, go home. The meeting's over anyway." Arthur snorted.

"That's what I was about to do, idiot." Arthur sighed and went out. He faced the rain with a deep breath. He forgot his umbrella, as usual. (He often did that, hoping it would stop raining by the end of the meeting.) So he'd have to walk back to his apartment soaking wet. As soon as he felt the rain on his shoulders, his heart skipped a beat. Arthur just gritted his teeth and walked faster. "This kind of thing is so bloody inconvenient." He scowled. He shook as he walked. The London rain was always this cold, after all. His chest drummed as memories flooded his head.

A stream of curses flew out of his mouth as he collapsed on the wet mud. "Damnit!" Arthur screamed. "Damn this! Why'd it come to this…"

"God, why the rain…" Arthur said angrily. He tried to shake the memory away.

"You—"Alfred mumbled. "You used to be so big." He knelt over and patted Arthur's wet back. "I-I'm sorry." He then turned around, walking out of his sight.

"Fuck this," Arthur said, while closing his eyes. "Damn it, damn it, damn it…"

Arthur looked up to see Alfred's back slowly growing smaller. Please, don't leave. Don't leave me here. He tried to stand, but either he was just too damn weak or the mud was fucking wet that he slid and couldn't move. Please don't go, don't—

"You look like an idiot yourself, stopping in the middle of the road."

Arthur quickly turned around and so Alfred there, holding his umbrella up. He couldn't exactly tell what Alfred was thinking, his face was blank. Alfred sighed and came over. He held the umbrella over Arthur's head.

"What are you—"Arthur stuttered. He was shivering like mad, Alfred clearly noticed that.

"I'm just getting you out of the rain, since you looked like a total idiot." Alfred laughed. "I'll go with you to your apartment. Oh, and hold this for a moment." He shoved the umbrella into Arthur's soaked hands. He took off his beloved jacket and wrapped it around the shorter blonde. It was really warm, and it smelled just like food. Arthur blushed and his bright green eyes watered a bit.

"Y-You didn't have to—"Arthur muttered, not looking into Alfred's eyes. Alfred's cheeriness practically oozed out of him, Arthur couldn't help but feel calmer right now.

"You owe me now." Alfred chuckled. He took back the umbrella and they both walked home.


So much for attempting a series. Most probably the most used topic there is about USUK. I'll probably start a series when I have inspiration like whoa, but for now, R&R appreciated.