Remission (USUK)

by NoraGray20

Writing letters and not sending them won't solve anything. It won't make the pain fade away. It won't help forgetting. That is why, after 100 years, Alfred decides he should go in person, in England, so he can settle things with Arthur.

1. Prologue

24 march 1876

Dear Arthur,

How's the weather in England? Still raining?

I just want to know how are you?

Alfred F. Jones

I've been writing this letter for more than 100 times, but I just never send it. Everytime I feel ready to send it, my heart starts beating faster and faster, my sight fades away, my breathing gets heavier, and my entire body starts trembling. I have no idea, why I react like this. I guess I'm just afraid...afraid of what could Arthur think, of what his reaction could be. He'd probably not even read the letter.

I haven't seen him for more than a century. Everytime I had to go in UK for meetings and bussiness I found a way to send a representative, so I don't have to face him. At first the rep told me that Arthur always would ask where I am, and why didn't I go...and if I am really that ignorant when it comes to my countrie's problems. But in time he just... stopped asking about me. The problem is that I am so coward when it comes to this. Look at me, I can't even send a damn letter to him. "How's the weather?" Really? How stupid can I be? I can't ask him that after a century. Maybe I should just ask him to forgive me...Yeah, sure...I could write "Hey Arthur, listen... I'm sorry for what I did!" .

Oh God, when will this be over?