The blonde teen walked closely to the Brit, his once best friend, but it all ended now, "Al-Alfred what the bloody hell are you doing?!" the brit shouted to the other, "I want to play with you Arthur!~" the blonde teen, supposedly Alfred said in a broken sing-song voice a knife in his bloody hand walking closer to the trembling brit, now known as Arthur, "you-you bloody twat! Get the hell away!" Arthur shouted eye's wide, "now, now, now Artie!~ don't be like that~" Alfred teased, a Cheshire cat like smile spreading across his pale, blood streaked face walking closer to Arthur. Arthur backed away more trembling, "pl-please Alf-Alfred! Calm down!" Arthur shouted at the other backing into a wall, "Calm down?~ Calm down?!" Alfred shouted looking angry now walking closer to the other, "I've been to fucking calm every time you had a fit and yelled at me! Well now it's time for you to calm down!" the American hissed angrily pushing the other to the wall forcefully and put the blade to the brits neck, Arthur looked terrified while looking at the knife biting his lip, "Al-Alfred don't do this!" he said trying to sound angry but it came out as a pathetic whimper as tears streamed down his face, the teen smiled a dark, toothy, menacing smile, "you should of thought of that before you left" he murmured before he shoved the knife into the smaller teens neck cutting past the skin and veins cutting into the windpipe blood choking Arthur as he screamed like an animal being eaten alive, and after that, no one ever heard from Arthur Kirkland and Alfred F. Jones again.