Alfred stood in front of the looming brick house nervously. He didn't usually do these things, it just wasn't him. He was too proud, too oblivious to other's feelings, yet he couldn't help himself this time. It hurt too bad to stay away. A year had passed, letting him think on what he had done, and he didn't like it. He swallowed, guilty and excessively scared. He wondered if Artie had moved on, unlike him. Alfred couldn't stand there forever though, so he knocked.
He heard someone come to the door, and a pause to look out the peephole. Then, he watched the smaller figure open the door, the chain still on. Arthur stood wearing gray sweatpants and a green t-shirt. He looked confused, upset, angry, so conflicted that it broke Alfred's heart. "Hello, Alfred." The other man said evenly, his emerald eyes glaring into him.
"Hi, Arthur. I, um, was just...around...and I wanted to see how you were doing," he managed to say.
"I'm fine, I guess. Really busy with work." He sounded guarded, and Alfred knew why.
"How's your family?" Alfred asked awkwardly.
"Fine, fine. Moved back overseas."
Alfred swallowed again before meeting Arthur's eyes, a look of pure guilt in his eyes. "I'm so sorry," he said quietly.
"Wh-what?" The shorter man was clearly thrown off guard.
"I'm so...so sorry for what I did. I can't stop thinking about what an idiot I was to leave you. I can't sleep, I feel so bad. I think about all the good times we had, when we were happy. I remember realizing...realizing that I loved you that fall, but I didn't tell you. I got scared. I didn't want you to leave me, and I got so paranoid, so, so proud that I didn't want to be the one heartbroken. So I dumped you that night to save myself from feeling so desperately in love, and I knew it was wrong and stupid but I was just...just so damn scared. I'm so incredibly sorry that I'm an idiot and I put you through that." Alfred choked on his words.
"Alfred...I..." Arthur fell once again into silence, not knowing what to do.
"I miss you so much. You're so perfect, and I don't deserve that. This is just...wishful thinking...but I want you back. Please, Arthur, please...give me another chance. I'll never do it again. I'm so incredibly sorry. Even if you don't want me back, please forgive me. I just wanted to end this right, I didn't want it to be so bad anymore. I just wanted you to know that I would go back and change it if I could."
"I...I forgive you." Small tears threatened to fall from the Brit's eyes. "And I love you. I want to be with you again, twat." Arthur shut his door, unchained it, and flung it open again. The two of them embraced tightly, needing to feel the other after so long. They were finally back together.
((Yay! Super short fic is over! Was it cute? I don't even know.))