Alfred winced as the fingers dug deeper into his throat. He heard a gasp as he wrenched the arm away from him, kicking the person a few feet from him. Both men's bodies thumped to the ground.
He sent the blonde in front of him a pitiful look, which was ignored. He grit his teeth as he stood back up again, facing his opponent. The blonde in from of him giggled maniacally, his eyes glinting.
"Arthur, stop..." Alfred muttered pitifully. He couldn't get close enough to the blonde.
Arthur just smirked at his plead, ignoring it without a thought. That was when the man lunged at him. Tightening his grip on the knife, he aimed for the taller blonde's heart.
Somehow, Alfred was able to knock the man's feet out from under him. Tackling him to the ground, he held both of the blonde's arms down. Leaning down, he looked sadly at his lover.
"I'm going to help you. I promised you." Sighing, he began to lean in for a kiss.
Just as it was moments away from their lips meeting, Alfred's eyes widened in surprise. He brought his now free left hand to his stomach, feeling he hilt of the knife protruding from the wound. Coughing up some blood on the ground next to where they were strewn upon the floor, he turned to look Arthur in the eyes once more.
What were once a bright emerald, now had turned to a dull moss green. He smiled wistfully at the man - numb to the tears streaming down his face - he kissed the blonde man.
Pulling back, he coughed again and rolled off of the shorter man. Gasping, he couldn't find the air he needed to breath. It was then he could vaguely feel a pair of delicate hands he knew all to well roaming across him frantically.
"A-Alfred?! Oh my god..." Arthur's shocked voice sobbed and gasped. What had he done?! Alfred. Alfred - the love of his life - was dying. And it was all his fault. He'd been so stupid to let that witch fool him into believing her tricks. He shouldn't have drunk that potion.
Arthur hugged the man to his chest, hyperventilating. Tears streaming down his face in rivers, he cried into the man's shoulder.
Alfred smiled, and caressed Arthur's cheek as the other pulled back to look him in the face.
"Don't look at me like that. It will only make this harder." Alfred hacked up some more blood, and regretted seeing the guilty look of panic on his lover's face. "Hey. It's not your fault. I don't want to talk back a single moment I spent with you. And you're the best thing that ever happened to me."
He smiled.
"I love you Arthur."
The Brit wailed into the night. Hugging his dead love's body to himself, he rocked back and forth as tears rolled down his cheeks. His gaze hardened as he stroked Alfred's hair before placing a kiss into the locks.
"Don't worry Alfred. I'll get back at her. And I'll find a way to bring you back. I promise." He growled as he gently pulled the knife from the American's stomach.
"I love you too."
