A/N: Sorry if it's terrible.

Warning: Depression and attempted suicide. Do not read if sensitive to this subject.


Arthur loved Alfred with all his heart. In fact he loved the alpha so much he was willing to do anything for him. Even take his own life.

And that's exactly what he's going to do. It was the only way to set the alpha free from him without any strings attached.

Alfred was out late again. He rarely ever came home after work anymore.

When he did he would come home late into the night. Usually between eleven and one. Every time smelling like that special smelling soap that was used to cover ones sent. One that was usually used to cover the sent of an alpha that was taking care of a family member who was an omega in heat. However it was also a good way to cover ones tracks when having an affair.

Occasionally he would catch the whiff of Russian vodka. A strong alcoholic beverage that he surely got from Ivan. His coworker and brother-in-law.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he remembered all the good times they had.

He slowly got out of bed and made his way over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer and dug through his clothes until he felt the familiar could metal. Smirking he pulled out an old silver blade. One that had been passed down for generations.

"Hello old friend. Remember me? I'm the one you were passed down to. Looks like the Kirkland curse will continue to live on." He whispered.

As he was leaving the room he stopped and looked in the body mirror.

His skin was a sickly pale colour from lack of sunlight. His already small clothes were loose on him. Almost enough to fall off his body with little to no effort. His raggedy hair had grown down to his shoulders. He hadn't bothered to get it cut with Alfred hardly being around. His once bright emerald eyes were sunken and dull looking. Having gone days with little sleep. He was the perfect looking example of an abandoned omega.

He walked down the dark halls of the empty house. Feeling broken and alone. Like a ghost haunting an old house with no goals other than to scare everyone to death.

He stopped at what would have been their child's room had Alfred not started becoming distant.

He opened the door and turned on the light. He smiled sadly as he remembered the day they spent painting the room to look like the outdoors.

~Flashback~

Arthur and Alfred had just moved into the house. Newly mated and married. Like most couples they decided to have children at an early age. Just right after high school.

"Hey Artie?" Alfred asked looking over at his mate who was in a pair of overalls.

"Yes love?" Arthur asked distracted with painting the wall blue.

"Let's take break. I wanna cuddle."

Arthur shook his head chuckling. "We just got started."

"I know but I wanna cuddle. I love cuddling with you." Alfred whined.

"I love cuddling with you too Alfie but we need to finish the room. I'm going to go into heat next week and I don't want to put this off. Knowing you you will make me stay in bed all day after my heat while you take care of this." Arthur reasoned.

"Alright." Alfred huffed like a spoilt child.

"Tell you what. When I become pregnant you and I can cuddle all you want. Alright?" He compromised.

Alfred ran over to Arthur and enveloped him in one of his signature bear hugs. "Yay! I can't wait till you get pregers!" Alfred squealed in a totally manly alpha way.

"Alfred please put me down?" Arthur asked meekly.

Realizing how he was holding Arthur Alfred put him down gently. "Sorry sugar. I got too excited."

"I-it's fine love. I'm just not ready for that kind of attention yet. You know my body is weak. Even for an omega..."

Alfred leaned down and gave Arthur a sweet kiss on the lips. "It's ok Artie. I know it's not your fault. We just need to take baby steps. That's all."

Arthur smiled sadly. He wished he could give Alfred the kind of attention he craved.

When Arthur was a child he would always get ill. For most of his childhood he had to stay indoors. Making him weak and frail.

When he was finally able to attend public school he would keep his distance from everyone despite their welcoming nature. Eventually he caught Alfred's eye and thus began their romance.

Arthur had been afraid of Alfred at first. Running away from the Alpha who always perused him. Hiding on occasion.

When Alfred finally took the gentle approach Arthur didn't run. Alfred had his head bowed down, his shoulders slouched and walked over with small hesitant steps. This was very un-alpha like but Alfred was desperate to get close to the omega.

Alfred had asked Arthur if it would be ok if they could talk and get to know each other. Hesitantly Arthur agreed. But only because he had never seen a alpha act like that. Somehow he knew that made him different from the other alphas.

Over time they became friends and eventually lovers. Once Alfred got permission from Arthur's family he asked Arthur to be his mate.

It was your typical romance story.

"I love you." Alfred said.

"I love you too." Arthur smiled sweetly.

They finished the room and afterwards had a night full of love and passion.

~Present time~

Arthur turned off the light and closed the door.

He made his way down the hall where the stairs were located.

He slowly went down not really paying attention. His mind feeling numb. On the way down stairs he missed a step and rolled down the rest of the way.

He whimpered in pain. His fragile omega body not able to handle the tumble.

"It hurts. It hurts so much." He whined.

After laying on the floor for a few minutes he slowly got up. He whined lightly when he put slight pressure on his right ankle. He yelped after trying to stand on it.

It was probably sprained.

But that didn't matter at this point. He was going to die anyways.

Arthur limped his way to the living room. There he stared at the front door and remembered when Alfred first showed him the house.

~Flashback~

"Alfred where on earth are you taking me?" Arthur asked, his eyes blindfolded.

"You'll see. Just hold on a second." Alfred said excitedly.

Alfred was carrying Arthur bridal style. He was really excited about what he did. He just knew it was the right place for them.

"Ok you can look now."

Arthur pulled off his blindfold and gasped. They were right in front of one of the most beautiful houses he had ever seen.

It was a rather large two story house. It looked old but in a good way. Like it was a preserved part of history. His favourite part were the bay windows upstairs. It looked like the perfect place to read, he was sure.

"I-is this our house?" Arthur asked hopeful.

"Yep! I just finished the transaction yesterday. The house is ours now babe." Alfred said, proud to be able to provide the perfect home for his mate.

"Can we go in?" Arthur asked excitedly.

"Of course!" Alfred shouted walking up the path.

Alfred kicked the door open. Not wanting to put Arthur down just yet. When they got in he shut the door with his foot again.

"Welcome home Artie!" Alfred shouted with the biggest grin he could muster.

Arthur hugged Alfred and peppered kisses all over his face.

God he loved that man.

~Present~

Arthur moved on to the kitchen. His heart broke when he saw the untouched scones he made.

Alfred would always eat his scones no matter how badly burnt they were.

He picked up the plate and limped over to the trash. Opening the trashcan he dumped the cold stale scones into the bin. His tears going down with them.

He put the plate down and made his way to the back door. After opening it he wobbled onto the back porch and down the wooden steps to his flower garden.

Unfortunately his ankle couldn't take the pressure and he ended up falling on the ground.

He curled in on himself and let the tears of frustration finally fall freely. He was tired of everything.

He was tired of having a weak body. He was tired of being useless. He was tired of being a burden. He was tired of being alone...

He cried and cried until he couldn't cry anymore. All that came out were dry heaves. After calming down and controlling his breathing he got on his hands and knees and began to crawl over to a rose bush. One that had significant meaning to him.

~Flashback~

Arthur was in the kitchen doing dishes when a warm pair of arms wrapped around him. Smiling Arthur leaned back and looked up at Alfred.

"Hello love."

"Hey sugar. I have something for you."

"Yeah? What?" Arthur asked.

"Look on the table."

Lazily Arthur looked over to a pot of small but beautiful red roses. Arthur gasped and quickly walked over to them.

"What do you think? Did I get the right kind?"

"Oh they're lovely Alfred. Just perfect."

Arthur sniffed the roses and sighed. They smelt so wonderful!

"Happy third year anniversary." Alfred said hugging him from behind.

"I thought we agreed on no gifts this year." Arthur pouted.

"I know but I couldn't help myself." Alfred said kissing him on the back of the neck.

"Yes well now I have to get you one." Arthur said pondering what to get his sweet and loving mate.

"It's fine. I don't need anything when I have you. Besides, I got them so we can plant them as a symbol of our love." Alfred said excitedly.

"That's a wonderful idea love."

Alfred pulled away and picked up the potted plant and went to the backyard. Arthur following close behind.

They chose a spot and dug a hole. Alfred pulled the plant out of its pot and put it in the hole. Together they covered the rest with dirt and pat it down together. Bright smiles on their faces.

"I can't wait for it to grow. It's so small right now." Arthur said excitedly.

"With you taking care of it it will grow to be big and strong." Alfred said nuzzling Arthur's hair.

"You're so sweet Alfred.

They shared a long, sweet and loving kiss.

"How did I get so lucky to have an alpha like you?"

~Present~

A few days later Alfred had started becoming distant. At first he just started spacing out. Then he talked a lot less and wasn't loud and boisterous anymore. Soon after he started staying out late. Eventually he just didn't coming home for days at a time.

Arthur smiled sadly at the dying roses. He hadn't been taking good care of them lately. Actually he hadn't paid them any attention at all for the past seven and a half months. Too depressed to get out of bed most of the time.

He reached out and touched one of the red petals. It broke despite his touch being gentle.

He chuckled.

"You really do represent our love." He whispered sadly.

He looked at the moon and stars. He wanted the last thing he saw to be the sky. While it wasn't blue like his eyes the twinkling stars were like flecks of his roaring spirit.

Taking the blade from his pocket he looked at the sheath. It was made out of leather. It was old and worn out, having been passed down to the youngest omega in the Kirkland family for over a century.

The blade was cursed. Or at least that's what he was told. When his aunt Alice lost her alpha in a car accident. She blamed herself and couldn't take being alone or the guilt anymore. One day she snapped and used it to commit the deed. Her daughter Petra, who Alice trusted this secret with, gave it to Arthur since he was the youngest omega in the Kirkland family.

She told him about how every omega of the Kirkland family who has owned it used it to commit suicide. It was usually because they were already ill and in pain. Sometimes it was because the omega lost their mate like Alice. And others were that they were abandoned by the love of their life for another. Like him.

"Don't tell this to anyone else. Doing that will kill the person. That's what happened to my parents. Mom told dad and that caused her to die in an accident. Which lead to mom killing herself. You must keep this between us. It's already as enough that I know."

Arthur never believed it and thought it just a coincidence. But now he did. He didn't know how the curse started or why. But it exists and he was going to continue it.

Taking the blade out of its sheath he watched as the moonlight shone on it. Despite its age it looked brand new.

As he was about to lift it he heard the front door to the home open.

"Arthur? Arthur I need to talk to you!" He heard him shout.

Alfred was back.

He saw Alfred head to the stairs from the window. He felt relieved. He wouldn't be able to stop him from killing himself.

Lifting the blade above his head he took a deep breath and-

"Arthur are you out here?" Alfred asked looking out into the darkness.

Arthur hid the blade before Alfred spotted him. He didn't know why but he felt like a child that almost got caught getting into the cookie jar. He couldn't at Alfred know what he was about to do. The alpha would stop him. Take him to the hospital even.

He couldn't allow that. He had to end it tonight. Alfred deserved to be happy. To be with the one he loves.

If people thought Arthur killed himself because of his depression then Alfred could go on with his life without people judging him. He wouldn't be labeled as a bad alpha. His mate wouldn't be seen as a home wrecker. They could even rase children in this house.

"Yeah..."

"What are you doing out here? It's cold. You should come inside." He said slowly walking over to him.

"I'm fine. I want to be out here. Go back inside." Arthur said backing away.

"That's not good for you. We should get you in bed." Alfred said as calmly as he could.

As he got closer he saw what Arthur had in his hand.

"Arthur sugar are you ok?" Alfred asked using the familiar pet name Arthur loved so much.

"I said I'm fine!" He shouted.

"Then please come inside." Alfred pleaded sounding very meek for an alpha.

Alfred was only a few feet away now. Just a few more and he would be right next to his mate.

Arthur realised what Alfred was doing. Scared at having his chance taken from him he lifted the blade and plunged the knife towards his stomach.

Before it could touch him Alfred lunged forward wrapping his arms around Arthur his waist. He grunted in pain as the blade went through his shoulder.

Arthur began to panic. He just stabbed Alfred! His mate!

"Oh oh god Alfred!" He screamed.

"I'm alright." Alfred said sitting up.

It hurt like hell but he had to stay calm. He couldn't let Arthur panic and make his condition worse. The omega was panicking and he wasn't taking anything well.

"But I just stabbed you!" He shouted.

"I know. But it's not too deep. I'll be fine. You on the other hand need to get in bed so that you can rest." Alfred said picking Arthur up.

Arthur didn't struggle. Too tired to do much more than wrap an arm around Alfred's uninjured shoulder.

Alfred put Arthur in bed. Noticing is swollen ankle as he covered him with their blanket. He grabbed the chair close to the bed and sat down. Stroking Arthur's hair murmuring sweet soothing words until he fell asleep.

Sighing Alfred got up and went to the phone. He dialed number and waited.

"Hello?" Asked a tired voice.

"Hey Mattie. I need you and Ivan to come over. Bring your medical kit." Alfred said running his hand through is hair.

"Why? Did something happen to Arthur?" He asked panicked.

"I'll explain when you get here." He said and hung up. He wasn't in the mood to answer questions right now.

He went downstairs and into the living room where Natalia was at. She had come with Alfred to explain what had been going on. To make it easier for Arthur.

"How is he?" Natalia asked standing up when he came into the room.

"He's gotten worse Nat. I don't know what to do. I'm not sure how much more I can take!" He said putting his face into his hands.

Natalia sat down and enveloped him in a hug. Making sure not to touch where Alfred had been stabbed. She had seen what happened outside. While she was worried she trusted that Alfred knew what he was doing.

Alfred sobbed into her shoulder. Clinging to her shirt like a child. She kissed his forehead and rubbed his back.

"It'll be alright. I'm here." She murmured.

'Everything will be fine. I'll make sure it will.' She thought determined.


A/N: So what do you think?

I own nothing but the story.