DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN ALFRED OR ARTHUR!
-Alfred-
The millions of gunshots rang in my ears. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, not wanted to open them. But then, I hear someone. My eyes snap open, a man pointing his rifle at me. I watched his finger, and as he pulled the trigger, I closed my eyes again.
Bang.
What's this? I do not feel any pain. I feel nothing. Is this what it feels like to die?
Suddenly, I feel something lean against me.
"A-Alfred..." cried a weak voice.
My eyes snapped open. "Arthur!" I yelled.
He hit the ground. My cloths stained with his blood. My body trembled as I stared at my bleeding, dying brother.
As the man who shot my brother started to retreat, someone on our side killed him. "Get out of here!" The man yelled.
Snapping out of it, I flung my brother over my shoulder and ran as fast as I could.
It's all my fault.
My brother was already weak to begin with. We never met out dad and our mom left us when we were really little. Arthur says she was beautiful and very kind. But because she left, Arthur had to take care of me. He was really protective and it was pretty annoying, but when ever I was sick or scared, he would always be right next to me no matter what. He always spent out money on me. I've told him to stop, but he always insisted. Over time, even I noticed he became skinnier and skinnier. But he always smiled at me with his same-old, kind smile.
Are we safe yet?
I ran to the point I could run anymore. I put my brother down, hands shaking.
"Alfred..." He said.
"Y-Yes?"
"I'll...be fine...just let me rest..."
"No! You can't! You need to get fixed up!"
I panicked, not knowing what to do. Tears came down my cheeks.
"Please...just let me..." After those words, he shut his eyes. For hours, his breathing slowed and he wouldn't wake up.
It's because I was weak.
I couldn't save him. I am too weak. I wanted to. But couldn't. How will I live with out him? What will I do?
I cried and cried. The tears wouldn't stop.
Crying won't help.
I screamed.
"I'M A HORRIBLE BROTHER!" I yelled over and over again.
"It's all...It's all my fault...I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." I whispered, holding back my tears.
What was that?
"Al...fred..."
Arthur! I looked at my brother and tears falling from my blue eyes. I was unable to speak.
"You can't...get rid of me that...easily..." His voice was weak, but I didn't care. My brother was alive. He was fine. He was here. Here to stay.
Or at least that's what I thought.
ASDFGHJKL; AHHHHH! I did not enjoy typing this ;A; Alfred is very young in this. I always read fanfics where Arthur is the one blaming himself for bad things that happened to his little brother, so I was like, "Why can't Alfred do this too?" So I wrote it. More chapters to come^^
I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! Reviews are always appreciated!
