Prologue- What really happened?
Of course the day had to be pouring down in rain as he hurried around the house, quietly as possible to collect his belongings for another sad trip back to England. The rain seemed to mock him, roaring loud as they crashed against the roof of the house making him curse at it. It was a hassle of the unexpected events making him leave so early, but business was business and he couldn't let it stop him from going back and dealing with it. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw an all too familiar and tired boy who stood in between him and the doorway.
Sighing softly under his breath, he walked as if he was going to pass the small boy, but stopped, getting on one knee and hugging the boy close who only returned it in a tighter embrace before standing up again.
"I'm sorry, but I must go again Alfred." The older man said softly to the younger boy who starred up at him, now his eyes starting to water up and become sad.
"Y-You can't leave yet England! You just got here yesterday! I-It's not fair! "The small child yelled back, clinging himself onto the man which took him by surprise. Trying to tell the child he was leaving again was harder then he thought. This had been the 4th time he had done this. "I'm sorry Alfred."
Now he was purely sobbing, his knees had given out and he was clinging onto England as if his whole life depended on it. His nightmares had been increasing this whole time without the other man and Alfred was at his limit. He was sure the monsters were going to get him this time.
"P-Please England..."Alfred said in the most softest tone he could get out of his body, shaking and starring up to meet broken green eyes that looked as dejected as his own. "I-I'm sorry…"
He just left him. He didn't even know he wouldn't see him again.
He never would've thought the day would come where he'd fine the house silent as the dead. Arthur had arrived earlier then he thought, happy that he had returned to visit Alfred once more. He missed the child too much and it hurt him that he had left him back before. His heart felt pinched inside remembering Alfred's face as he was leaving him, broken and crying because he had once again needed in England again.
Entering the home, he was surprised to find it not even lit, but the sun made up for that matter. A smile was traced on his lips as he saw the place was more cleaned than usual, but the silence that adorned the house was questioning him. Walking into the house, he saw almost no sign of life. It worried him even more. "Alfred? " He called out, looking around. There was no child running towards him calling him by his silly nickname or sky blue eyes staring up at him.
Walking upstairs, he peered into each room, only finding the same result of them being empty. Arthur was more than worried, but keep his calm as he just walked back downstairs and checked it room, assuming Alfred probably fell asleep in one of the other rooms. They were empty once again. Panic pumping in his body; he searched the last place he could think of. England was outside, searching around the garden he and Alfred cared for together. Running down and up the garden, he found it empty and lifeless. It was nothing.
Arthur swore he was going crazy, maybe he had missed him! Running back to the house, he searched once more. Then once again he searched, hoping he was just mistaking himself and overlooking his precious colony. It was only a matter of time before he realized he wasn't going blind or mistaking himself. The house was truly empty.
His heart crumbled as he curled up on the floor after falling to his knees and giving a piercing scream that was shadowed by the forming thunders in the sky. Too many thoughts were colliding in his mind, thinking and wanting to know where he was. Where had his only sane happiness gone from his life?
