Alfred looked at Arthur as he adjusted his tux jacket, making sure that every detail was perfect. It was his wedding day, so he could make things as perfect as he wanted. Who wouldn't want it to be perfect? But he didn't quite see what Arthur saw in the Frenchman that he was marrying today.
Well, that was an understatement.
He hated the fact that the two were together. Not cause he didn't like Francis, even though he's a bit creepy, but it was because because he loved Arthur. He didn't want Arthur to go marry someone else because he'd always loved him.
"Alfred, are you even listening to me?", Arthur asked the spaced out American, a sigh leaving his lips. America looked at him, coming out of his hateful thoughts that he'd never shown or told anyone about. "Yeah, you look great, and everything's perfect. Francis will love it. All of it.", he replied in a happy tone, not really knowing the question. "No, not that. Do you think that I'm making the right decision by marrying him?"
'No!', he wanted to shout. 'You're not...because I love you, and I want to be with you instead of him.'
He took a deep breath, and nodded. "Yeah, if you really love him and really care about him, then you are. As long as he makes you happy, that's all that counts.", he replied instead of the further.
Soon, Japan cued them to leave for the walk down the isle to Francis, and the wedding began.
Alfred looked over to Arthur, who was standing next to Francis nervously, whose entire being nervous with anticipation. The ceremony was almost over, and the two were almost bonded for good. That wasn't the American's best moment, but as long as Arthur was happy, that made him happy. He'd drifted off about half way through the wedding, but not enough that anyone would notice. He didn't fall over or anything like that, which was a relief cause it made this process a bit less painful.
"If anyone has any quarrels with this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.", the priest called, looking around the crowd.
Those words caught his attention, and had made him look over to Arthur with wanting eyes. Eyes he hoped no one else could see. 'I do.', he thought to himself quietly, but heard some words echo. People began to look at him, including Francis...and Arthur. France glared and Arthur looked at him wide eyed. "W-what?", he replied, a bit of shaking involved. "Y-you what?", he added, surprised beyond all belief. Alfred looked back, and realized his mistake. He'd only meant to speak in his mind, but he'd spoken allowed, and it was too late to take it back. "I quarrel with union...because...I...I love you, Arthur.", he replied, a softness to his voice that had never been there before.
Arthur looked back, and a bit of rage escaped. "And you tell me this now? Now of all times Al?", he growled at the American. "On my wedding day."
Alfred frowned, and looked away. "I only wanted you to be happy...I never meant to say it allowed...", he said softly, and backed away.
"You're so selfish, Alfred. You always have been.", he replied, anger fuming from him.
"I...I'm sorry, Arthur...I'll just go...", he told the Englishman, submitting to his embarrassing defeat. He ran like when he was young, and didn't want to be found. As fast as he could, and with no real method to his madness. That's all he wanted to do and all he could do. Be a coward and run off like a kid.
So unlike the Hero.
And there you go! Chapter 1 of Curses and Magick! Hope you enjoyed, and there's more to come!
On Mange Pat!
