I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters described here. Those belong to Hidekaz Himaruya, the amazing genius.

This was written for Eurlenette. Here you are love!

Now, enjoy!

The sky was cloudy and grey. Arthur walked down the street, hood up and head down so no one could see him cry. He had screwed up this time, and he knew it. Alfred had left him, alone and broken inside. Nothing could quell the pain: Morphine and other medications just lured it away before it came back with a vengeance. Prayer didn't bring Alfred back, no matter how long his knees stayed on the floor. He sacrificed everything for Alfred, yet he still had walked out the door.

I'm sorry, he thought, I didn't mean to hurt you. It was the alcohol talking, not Arthur. He spilled his secret, leaving Alfred wounded in the worst of ways.

"Damnit Iggy! Stop! I don't want this!" Alfred struggled under the older man's grip.

"C'mon Alfred." Iggy pleaded, forcing a kiss, "Why not? You've always said you wanted to be on bottom."

"No! Not with you like this!"

"What do you mean, "like this?" Am I not good enough for you Alfred?"

"You're not yourself! You're drunk and crazy and out of your mind!" Alfred shivered, smelling the alcohol on Iggy's breath.

"You don't love me do you? Not as much as Francis. He never refused to love me."

Alfred froze as Iggy's words sunk in. "You've cheated on me?"

The sun disappeared behind a blanket of clouds, leaving Arthur behind. As far as the eye could see there was just grey, not a speck of blue in the sky. Rain started pouring from the skies, mixing with Arthur's tears and washing away.

He wondered if Mattie had been right about him. The nation always seemed wary around Arthur. Never, in the years he and Alfred had been dating, had he even looked him in the eyes. Arthur thought he could convince him that he was worth it, thought that he could make Mattie like him. But after this, he wasn't even sure he was worth liking. He had beaten himself up over and over again, sometimes spilling his own blood. All he wanted was for Alfred to come back.

He sighed and ran to the nearest florist. A bouquet of roses looked up at him from the bin. Grabbing those, he quickly paid the cashier then walked outside into the light rain. A jeweler sat right across the way and Arthur made that his next stop. He came outside fifteen minutes later, four hundred pounds poorer but one ring richer.

Determined as ever, he made his way to Alfred's house and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Yo du-!" Alfred stopped short when he saw who it was. "What do you want?"

"Alfred…" Tears started running down Arthur's cheeks, "I just want you back. Don't say goodbye. I'll pick up the broken pieces till I'm bleeding, if that'll make you mine." He shoved the roses forward. "Please."

Alfred stared down at the roses, then back up at the broken man on his doorstep. He stepped inside his house, motioning for Arthur to come in. Grinning, he observed, "Dude, you look pathetic."

Iggy looked up and smiled through his tears. Walking inside, he patted where the ring in his pocket hid: he would get back what they had and keep Alfred by his side.

*sniffle* Poor Iggy! Or Alfred. I don't know which one to feel bad for.

Based on the song It Will Rain by Bruno Mars.

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~Renee