Arthur sighed as he held his head within his hands, kicking the table while doing so. "Why did it come to this, what did I ever do?" he cried, tears starting to appear in the corner of his eyes. "Why did he have to do that? That idiot!" Arthur whispered softly to himself, now fully crying.
"Arthur are you ok?"
"Oh flying mint bunny… You wouldn't ever do that would you? You wouldn't leave me too? Before he gave the strange creature a chance to answer, Arthur jumped at the sound of knocking at his door. "Y-yes, w-who is it?"
"Arthur… are you ok?" Whispered a calm voice from outside the door. Arthur knew exactly whose voice that was. He tried his hardest to wipe the tears from his eyes. However Alfred never waited for an answer and he swung open the door, to seeing a little lump, crying at his desk. "Arty what's wrong?"
"It's horrible Alfred; I don't know what to do! Olivers gone, taken right out of my hands. There's nothing I can do." Arthur stood up shaking. He started to limp to Alfred. However, Arthur's legs gave up on him even though he was only three steps from where he had begun. With no hesitation Alfred ran up to Arthur grabbing his waist to stop him from toppling forward and picked the man up. Arthur was too weak to reject, he just laid 'dead' in his arms.
"Come on Arthur, get some rest and then tell me everything." Alfred suggested before resting Arthur across the couch with his head on Alfred's lap. Arthur never said anything after that; he ended up drifting off. Alfred looked at Arthur worriedly. "What have you got yourself into this time, you look like you've just been in the world's biggest fight. And I the hero wasn't there to save you." Alfred whispered while trying not to show any signs of sadness within him himself.
A couple of hours later.
Arthur awoke to bright lights causing him to grone. "Agh, I have the world's largest hangover." He holds his hand across his head.
Arthur jumped at the feeling of a hand twitching on his side. He removed his hand from over his head, trying to focus on the person he had been sleeping on. When his eyes had finally focused and adjusted to the light he realised he's lying on a sleeping Alfred.
He focuses on the sleeping man closely, noticing he's been crying. "Stupid idiot, why have you been crying?" England says out loud reaching up to wipe the tears from Alfred's face. Causing the man to retaliate and grab England's arm, with not a second to spare. "Oi calm down I was being nice!" He says sitting up, still feeling dizzy.
"Sorry." Alfred said letting go of Arthurs arm. Not wanting to stray away from the topic "Hey Arthur what happened?" Alfred asked without hesitation. Arthur suddenly remembering what happened. Starting to cry again "Arty, what's wrong?"
"Oh Alfred It's horrible I don't know what to do." He whimpers
"Come here." Alfred grabs Arthur and pulls him into a hug. "Come here, calm down stop crying, I'm here". He picked Arthur up to sit him on his lap, like Arthur had once done for him when he was younger.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and started telling Alfred what happened from the being. "Well it all began when…"
Earlier that month.
It was late at night, about 12:30am. When the sound of knocking appeared upon the front door. The tired male looked at the door thinking he was dreaming of the noise. Then the knocking became rapid, like the person was trying to run to the nearest house before they were killed. With that the blond stood up from his warm seat in front of a blazing fire and walked over to the front door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He shouted, rubbing his sleepy emerald eyes. He shouldn't be expecting anyone, plus it was way too early for the postman. Who on earth could it be? He thought to himself. Upon opening the door, stood a strange figure in pink, his face being covered by a pink hood.
