Arthur held Alfred in a hug from behind. He buried his face into Alfred's neck.

"Hey, look, Arthur. Fireflies," Alfred said. Arthur looked up. It was true. There were thousands of fireflies dancing all around them, filling up the sky. He could feel Alfred's seeping through his fingers and held him tighter.

"This is so badass," Alfred said. "Are you seeing this?"

"Goddamn it, Alfred! You're bleeding!" Arthur exclaimed. Alfred put a hand over Arthur's.

"I know, Arthur. I know," he replied. Arthur tried not to cry, but couldn't help it. Alfred couldn't stand up for very long, so he collapsed to the ground, Arthur still holding him.

"They're so pretty, aren't they Arthur?" Arthur was feeling frustrated now.

"How can you only look at the fireflies when you're bleeding?" he asked, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Because, fireflies are a much better subject to pay attention to," Alfred replied. Arthur looked up and watched them a moment. He saw what Alfred was talking about. The fireflies were pretty and a better subject to pay attention to. His mid drifted off to space for a while. Then, he looked down at Alfred. His eyes were closed and he wasn't breathing.

"Alfred?" Arthur asked. Alfred didn't respond. A single tear rolled down Arthur's face as he realized that his dearest friend was now dead. Arthur looked up to the sky with all the fireflies and cursed them for taking away his dearest friend when he wasn't looking. And he cursed them until the rest of the Allies arrived, none believing what they were looking at. The conquering hero had fallen under the sky full of fireflies.