My fanfic that I will definitely be finishing. All others will be cancelled, yo.
COOL BEANS.
Because of me-
Alfred bit his lip in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the tears that were threatening to spill out of his eyes. He had tried so hard to save him, but it wouldn't work out the way he had planned. Now, because of his stupidity, Alfred was left with an empty space, instead of the blond haired, green-eyed man that blushed whenever Alfred said his name, or kissed him whenever he felt sad. Because of his mistake, Arthur was dead.
Alfred buried his face into his suit, and cried. Oh, how he wished that he could join Arthur in the feathery clouds of heaven, the one that Arthur always rambled on and on about when they talked about their future… Alfred could still recall the sweet voice of the man he had loved, so enthusiastically talking about what lay ahead for the two.
"… I'll promise I'll die with you when we're both old and wrinkly, okay, Love? So I don't have to wait for you, and you don't have to wait for me!"
And here Arthur was, breaking the little promise that meant so much to Alfred. Shattering his future. No, it wasn't Arthur's fault. It was his, entirely. Alfred gasped for air, and let out another scream, biting down on his sleeve to muffle the sound of his screech. They were bringing Arthur's body down, opening the golden and maroon coffin so that all the people could see his beautiful pale face. Long, blond eyelashes and unusually thick eyebrows formed the flawless feature of Arthur's face. And Alfred had ruined it. People were tossing in white flower petals, holding handkerchiefs up to their faces, or covering their mouths with their hands. He couldn't say anything about him loving Arthur. It was true, that Alfred loved Arthur with all his heart, but it was also true that Alfred had supposedly killed the British man. All Alfred could do was to drop a few petals into the coffin. One that was coincidentally blood red, as if Arthur's blood itself had stained the pure white petals.
Alfred stared for a few moments, remembering the five hours of pain and fear. Remembering the blood-covered face that was laughing and blushing about five minutes before. Alfred's whole body shook in a feeling that he couldn't describe. He clawed at his heart, shedding more tears and gasping for breath. How he wanted Arthur to wake up, flutter his long eyelashes, smile his cute smile, and tilt his head in a way that made Alfred's heart beat like a schoolboy. How he wanted to plant a kiss on the man's rosy lips before he was buried. How he wanted to just die himself.
Alfred sighed as he unlocked his door and stumbled into his house that now looked eerie and ominous, unlike when Arthur was there. Arthur had brightened up his whole life. He had opened an unlocked door that was unavailable to Alfred for some time. Alfred's lower lip began to quiver as he clutched the first picture that Alfred and Arthur had taken together. As a couple. He knew what Arthur would have said.
"Look, Love, it breaks my heart to see you cry. So be a jolly old chap, and cheer up, will you?"
A small smile grazed the American's lips, but was wiped off again at the memory of the murder. Alfred buried his hands in his messy, golden-brown hair. If he hadn't let go of Arthur's hand… He would have survived. Alfred laid his head onto the table and closed his eyes. Seeing nothing calmed Alfred down a little, but his fear and sorrow was brought back up at the memory of being surrounded by darkness during the black murder that had almost drove Alfred insane. Alfred tapped the ground continuously with his foot, as he bit his lip and glanced around. There was no Arthur to comfort him with a simple "It's okay, Love," Alfred buried his face into his sleeves. There was no other way to pay for the death of his beloved one. He was going to make up for the life… With his own.
Constructive criticism? 0_0
I don't know if I did good on this…. Oh well. This will be updated… When I feel like it. Maybe in a span of 2 or one week(s)? Yah, so whatever. Thanks for reading my crap. If you reviewed, tanks so much. Here's a cookie.