He shivered a bit from the cold, even though it was a little warmer than usual for winter, there was still a cold breeze in the air which caused him to shiver. Not only that but it felt like an ominous, dark cloud was hanging over him since yesterday, warning him of something yet to come. He shrugged it off though, like anything could hurt Alfred or himself. They were countries for God's sake! Very little could actually kill them and he knew that if he was fine, Alfred would be too. He was too heroic in the first place in order to let anything happen to him.
He then turned down the street, a small smile coming to his face as he spotted Alfred's house. Ah, he was like a fool in love, something he promised not to do to himself when he was younger, but sometimes one couldn't control these things. And in fact, he was quite happy he fell for someone like Alfred, though not always the brightest he always meant well, and could make anyone feel happy when they were sad. Overall, a truly good soul, and a great partner in life.
He sighed and saw his breath billow into a cloud in front of him, suppressing another shiver. It almost seemed like his house had a dark cloud of death surrounding it and Arthur was hesitant as he approached the door.
The first thing he noticed which was odd was the fact that the door was open, not by much but a simple crack. This was quite alarming since even when Arthur did visit Alfred had left it locked like a city vault of some kind. Then a familiar smell hit him, one that he hadn't smelled since he was on the frontlines during World War II. Blood. He mouthed as he went over the word in his head. The metallic smell was rather familiar, and stunk of iron. There was also the faint smell of rot.
Something that was not natural in the American's home but sometimes was there in case he forgot to throw away something. But the minute the blood hit his nostrils along with the ominous chills he had gotten that morning, he could sense that something was extremely wrong. He took a deep breath, the overpowering scents causing him to flinch a bit as he pushed the door open slowly and peered around the corner.
He then started to walk slowly into the American's house. "Alfred?" He called out weakly, but received no answer. He then looked around the house slowly and solemnly as possible, the reek getting stronger the closer he got to the American's room, bile and dread rising in his throat. He swallowed it and saw that his room was closed; but not locked. He reached out for the knob slowly, turning it even slower and opening the door slowly, where he stopped in his tracks completely, his eyes widening.
No sounds came out, no cries were uttered as he saw his love on the floor covered in blood, with a sword through his mid-section. He had no clue how he died, or how long he had been dead but it was clear that he was, in fact dead. He wasn't sure if he died from blood loss or if someone had stabbed him through the heart. He swallowed thickly ad he approached the body slowly. A flood of emotions crashed over him, sorrow, regret, and rage being the most prominent. He shook his head slowly and felt himself go completely numb from any and all emotion.
No tears came, no sobbing, no cries were uttered from his lips. Completely and thoroughly numb. He didn't wish for anything to get better or worse, didn't wish misfortune upon the person that did this, no emotion at all. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, noticing he could no longer smell blood, fear, or rot. Like the air was completely rid of all scents in the air. He walked up to the body, removing the sword and flinging it to the side, sticking in the wall and staying there.
He then walked out of the room, and found a first aid kit in his bathroom, grabbing the bandages and a wet cloth out. He was running on instinct at this point, he almost felt as if he couldn't control his own body. He then picked up the other's body and lied it gently on the bed, removing any cloths that were saturated in blood. Once all the clothes were off that covered his torso, he cleaned the wound and wrapped gauze and bandages around the wound, making sure it was secure. He put a fresh shirt on the other, feeling that his body was ice cold, but even his hands were numb at that point so the temperature didn't register.
He sighed and moved the other into the bed and placed the covers over him. Of course he was going to be alright, it was just a small wound, he was going to wake up smiling tomorrow morning welcoming Arthur with one of his warm hugs. Yes, it was all going to be okay in the morning of course, time and fate wouldn't be this cruel to him, to kill someone off that he actually fell in love with. The first to boost, and Alfred certainly didn't deserve to die. He would be completely fine in the morning, he was probably just playing a joke of some kind.
Fate was a cruel, cruel thing, and one that was always against Arthur, ready to smash his heart to bits and throw the pieces of the heart in his face to pick back up again. He wasn't sure if he could if it came to this though. He shook his head and slipped into bed beside the other, curling around his body and placing his head on the other's chest. "You'll be fine in the morning Alfred, I'm sure." He mumbled and his voiced cracked. He gave a shaky sigh and closed his eyes, letting the black wave of sleep finally overtake him.
AN: Wow, my first story, please review and such, those are much appreciated of course. This is based off an RP I did with my partner on tumblr hehe. I hope you guys enjoyed it, poor Arthur. This will be a dual-perspective story, in which each chapter will be written from another perspective, first Arthur, then Alfred and so on. So yes, thanks for reading!