Arthur's feet hit the soggy ground in a continuous pattern as he walked through the old grave yard, the scent of fall blowing with the breeze. It had been a year now, since Alfred had passed on. A shock to the world, for he seemed so strong. There had been no warning, or even details on his death. All information had been hidden away by his government. A short sigh came as he glanced around the plots, most were ground level stones with brass holders for flowers. He looked up from the depressing ground to see a familiar figure in front of Alfred's tombstone.
"Oh Kiku I didn't expect you to be here." Arthur said once he was close enough, clutching the bouquet of the yellow roses. The black haired mans head shot up from were he had been staring.
"Arthur-San, this is a surprise." He said stepping back to allow Arthur room. A growing mountain of flowers sat in front of the head stone, almost covering the words engraved; 'A true friend, and a hero of all.' Arthur paused setting the yellow roses with the others, when standing he noticed a bouquet in Kiku's hand.
"Are those for Alfred?" He asked pointing, Kiku's brown eyes trailing to his hand.
"Hai. Alfred-san said he enjoyed these purple flowers once." Kiku responded, leaning over to set them down away from the others. When he stood back up his face remained locked on the stone. After a long period of silence Arthur finally spoke.
"It's been a year now..." He said sighing, closing his green eyes wistfully.
"It's very hard to believe is it not?" Kiku replied looking at Arthur. Several more moments of silence passed.
"We should get going. The meeting will start soon." Kiku voiced after a short time. A silent nod came from Arthur as he turned and walked back to the cobble path. Kiku took a few second to kneel in front of Alfred's grave.
"May your rest be peaceful." He whispered, a soft prayer going afterwords. When he finished Kiku stood, and followed Arthur out. Sadly what either man failed to notice was the figure that sat behind the stone.
"England, your supposed to see dead people!" It whispered leaning forward with faded blue eyes. His blonde hair messy, a red stained bandage wrapping around his head. A annoyed sigh came as the man stood, a tan suit over his body.
"Arthur!" He yelled standing after him, but the men walked away, not even sparing a glance to him. Alfred sighed, closing his eyes. That's when a voice came behind him, he turned his head to look. Opening his eyes he found a figure bathed in black standing there.
"I've never seen you so hopeless." It chimed leaning forward. Alfred scowled crossing his arms. The thing seemed to look him over, despite no visual face.
"Alfred, I'll make you a deal." It said finally stepping back. Alfred looked up frowning
. "What is it?" He asked admittedly curious. Sadly with this Alfred had no idea why he got himself into.