Well...my second story. It's not very good, but yeah...

This was actually written for my english class, if you can believe it. I changed a couple of things, so yeah...

Arthur stared blankly out the window, unfocused eyes watching the rain. There was a cup of tea sitting forgotten on the table, getting colder by the minute. He was thinking, remembering the time he and his brother were still together…

Arthur thought back to the time when they first met. His lips curved up into a slight smile as he remembered the first time they met. He and his friend/arch-enemy had fought over the right of being called an older brother. They both tried to show off in front of the boy, he remembered smiling. In the end, the boy, Alfred had chosen him after seeing him…cry. He experienced a flash of embarassment, which he quickly dispelled after remembering other happy memories.

Oh, the box of toy soldiers. He remembered making them…and dropping the hammer on his foot in the process. He winced slightly at the memory, but smiled when he remembered the look on Alfred's face when he received it.

And of course, Alfred was the only one who would eat his cooking. Even though he was an amazing cook, Alfred was always the only one who would eat his cooking. But now he just eats hamburgers and drinks coffee. Arthur thought bitterly.

He used to be so cute, Arthur thought silently, still staring into the rain. Rain. It was raining on that day too…

"Sorry Arthur." Alfred said regretfully. "I can't be your little brother forever. I've decided I want freedom after all!"

He stared at his little brother in disblief. "Alfred…" He gritted his teeth. "No! I won't allow it!" he raised his rifle and pointed it at him.

"Arthur…" Alfred said quietly.

Arthur's hands shook as he held the rifle. He looked at Alfred's sad face, and tears started leaking out of his eyes. He dropped the rifle on the muddy field and buried his head in his hands, sobbing. "Alfred, why…" he asked. "Why…"

Alfred looked sadly down at Arthur. "…You used to be so…big."

Thinking about that particular moment always made Arthur feel depressed. Arthur glared at the rain. "Stupid Alfred…" he grumbled. He picked up his tea and drank some, spitting it out when he realized it was stone cold.

He stomped into the kitchen to make more tea when someone pounded on the door. "IGGY! I'm coming in!" He yelped and dropped the tea, spilling it all over the floor.

Alfred walked into the house, holding a hamburger. "Iggy? Where are you?"

"In the kitchen." Arthur grumbled, cleaning up the spilled tea. "What do you want?"

"Iggy, are you okay?" Alfred asked. "You're all…grumpy…er than usual."

Arthur slammed down his cup. "I'm not grumpy!" he yelled. Then roared in fury as tea spilled on his hands. "Why did you come anyways?"

"It's your birthday!" Alfred answered. "I thought I'd come by and give you a present, since you never throw birthday parties or anything."

"My birthday..." Arthur said slowly. "I can't believe you remembered it."

"Of course I remembered!" Alfred said. "How could I not remember your birthday?"

Arthur looked stunned. "Alfred..."

Alfred laughed. "Let's go celebrate."

Arthur smiled. Part of him will always be the same.

Now that I read it, it really sucks.

Oh well. Read and review? Please?