PAST

Tell me please, where did we start doing this, even thought we loved each other. So please, I beg of you, tell me why, why is on the door of our child a name that is not mine? But don't worry even if you hate me, I will always love you.

Our family's have known each other for a long time now so, since I could remember, you where always there with me and you where also, four years older. We would always play together but sometimes you had to stay in bed even for weeks, when I was small I never knew why, but after sometime my father told me because you had a weak body. My father at the time was the king and your father was basically his right hand, so some times they would travel to other countries for work and we would stay in the castle with the servants or with my mother if she didn't go with them ( of course there was also my twin brother but he spent too much time in the library so it wasn't so fun playing with him).

And so the days went bye, and we became even best friends at some point, after days there are weeks and then months and then years. Some times you would be bedridden because of your week body but I always stayed by your side even if you didn't want me.

When I was fourteen years old and you eighteen, our parents had to go to a neighborhood country we also had to follow them but you cought the flu and so you couldn't move from your bed and I didn't want to leave you, so they left me with you. Also my brother had to go with them. But they never returned.

Two weeks later when I heard the news, I cried all night and you, where there, holding me in a tight embrace whispering to me comforting words and telling me that you would never leave my side. But I never saw you crying over the year you where the substitute king, because of your family status and also because I was to young to be king.

I don't know how or when did I start to harbor this feeling to you but with the years going by one by one; my feelings just grew. So on my eighteenth birthday and coronation; I confessed to you in the royal garden specifically where you raised your roses even more specifically the corner where the black and blue roses would mix.

You accepted and so we dated for nearly three years when tragedy struck us again. Even thought I was king, you would help me with my decisions, paper work, taxes and so goes the list. One day I saw that you couldn't breath very well and you also had flushed cheeks but you refused telling me answers and my help. This went on for three days until you collapsed in front of me in the garden. I was so scared that I went in panic; I carried you in your room, I was running maybe the fastest run in my whole life even doing the stairs by three. How? I don't even know.

You where so hot in my arms, as you could start burning them any time. While I was running I also called the doctor. I laid you in your bed and the doctor, whose name is Yao, told me if you survived this that meant you would have been the luckiest person in the world. I still think that this was my fault, how couldn't I see that those where flu symptoms, yes, just a simple flu but because of your body, this could even get mortal.

Yao would enter your room every single hour to give you your medicine. I couldn't work because of how worried I was for you, so the paper work piled up, the only break I took was when I would go to the bathroom.

On your fourth night in bed, you stopped breathing, and I went in panic. I screamed at the soldiers outside the room to call for the doctor, every second was like an hour to me. So I did what first came to me in mind. I parted your lips and what it seemed like a kiss, helped you because I gave you air.

And before the doctor came in, you started breathing again. When Yao came he gave you at least nine different medicines. That night I nearly had a heart attack. After two more days, Yao told me that you would survive.

That day I went to pry to the Gods and to thank them. Plus I had to start to do work again even thought I still didn't live you room because I didn't want to leave you alone after that night. After being in coma for another week you decided to wake up.

I was doing some paper work when I heard a sound coming from the bed, I quickly turned around and I saw you covering your eyes from the light coming from the window, I jumped from the chair not caring if I spilled the ink on the table. I grabbed a glass and poured water in it and gave it to you, you where still so weak that you couldn't hold the glass. After you drank all the water, I made you seat up and before you knew what was happening I brought you in a tight embrace trying to hold back my tears but when, with your weak arms, you embraced me and told that you where fine and that you didn't break your promise to me about never leaving my side, I started sobbing, I cried like the accident that happened seven years ago and I don't remember when or how but I proposed to you. Frew my sobs I could still hear your replay, it was a yes.

After another week recovering from the illness, I took you to the royal garden near your roses in the same place I confessed three years ago; where the blue roses meet the black ones. But this time I got on one knee and in my other hand I hold a little black box and inside there was a simple golden band and you, for the second time, accepted.

One month later, we had our marriage, the first part, was the formal part with the coronation as you my queen, the second part was between us and our friends and the royals of other countries but the best part was the third part where we had hold each other.

That night we became one.

So, please, tell me where did I mess up? Maybe that one night when I came in your room drunk and I insulted you or maybe it was because I fell in love with a witch (for me that is). So now, I will give you your answers that you asked that day and I, Alfred F. Jones, could not give you: Arthur Kirkland.

Yay, I hope you liked it, it is my first fanfiction and english is not my native language so if there are some problems, please tell :)

Still, thank you for reading.

England = Arthur Kirkland

America = Alfred F. Jones