The floorboards creaked as Arthur made his way down the hallway slowly. "Alfrreedd, come out, come out, wherever you are." Arthur said in a sing-song voice, his grip tightening on the knife that he had grabbed from the kitchen in his hand. A new and even more powerful wave of anger and betrayal washed over the Brit 'I knew it along. I knew they were scheming behind my back every last one of them those conspiring little insects. And insects they were.. insects that needed to be squashed into the dirt.' he thought to himself. Arthur figured that he might as well start by squashing the insect closing to him, the one he had loved the most, the one that had hurt him the most. A noise from one of the rooms up ahead jerked him out of his thoughts and he stopped in mid-stride.
A wicked smile played on the Brit's lips as he slowly stepped closer to the room where said noise had been heard from. Arthur waited outside the door, the knife still gripped tightly in his hand now hidden behind his back. He could practically hear Alfred's heartbeat behind the door, the blood rushing through the American's veins in time with his terror filled heart and the shallow breathing that usually followed in these situations.
Arthur reached out and gently pushed the door open to the upstairs bathroom, the light bulb casting a glare off the white, linoleum floor making everything overly bright. The Britain was sure the noise had come from inside this bathroom. He walked forward and stopped, turning to face the pale blue shower curtain covering the length of the bathtub. With a harsh tug, to harsh for the rusted rings that held up the shower curtain to handle, the curtain fell to the floor.
An empty tub stared back at Arthur, the dripping from the shower head being the only sound that filled the silence. 'I'm positive the noise had come from in her.' Arthur thought to himself, his forehead creasing with wrinkles of confusion. Without warning the door was suddenly slammed shut. Arthur whirled around in shock, he rushed to the door and started banging his fist against the door. The knife now laying forgotten on the edge of the bathroom sink.
"Alfred? Is that you?" The Englishman called out as he stopped banging on the door. What sounded like a whimper answered from the other side of the bathroom door. "Let me out Al, please." Arthur pleaded, leaning his weight on the door as he tried the doorknob. "I can't do that Artie.." Alfred replied as he leaned against the other side of the 2-inches of wood that separated him from his once sane lover.
"Open the bloody door you twat!" Arthur started to bang on the door again, this time making the door shudder in its frame with every hit. "I-I've called the police Artie.." Alfred started as he sank to the floor his back resting against the bathroom door "We're gonna get you help, and-and then everything will be okay." As these last words escaped his mouth, all the emotions the America had felt tonight ranging from heart-stopping sadness to bone-shaking terror, release themselves in the form of body shaking sobs.
"I don't need help! You're the bloody fucking git that needs help!" Arthur yelled, each word emphasized with a shake from the door. "When I get out of here I'm going to rip your limbs off and make meat pies out of them! I swear it!"
Alfred heard the doorbell chime and several knocks followed behind it, over the brit's crazed rants. The police were here...