A/n: This is a Dabble (Maybe a headcanon?)
1PAlfred turns into 2PAlfred through a slow process. He realizes that he's changing-and not in a good way-and in a last ditch effort to spare Arthur from his developing madness, he leaves. But not before a final farewell.
It's short since it's just a fleeting idea I had.
Alfred leads them to the bedroom, his rough calloused hand clasped tightly around Arthur's smoother and smaller one. The small pulse and soothing warmth he feels beating against his own skin makes each step he takes heavier, harder, and longer than it should be, and for a second he just wants to turn around and call it quits. But he can't—not without endangering Arthur, and that's the last thing he'd ever want to do.
Arthur says nothing as he's led into the familiar blue room. He doesn't know what to say, or even what to think. Alfred's behavior over the past couple of months have been odd—extremely odd—and now it seems as if the American has reached the pinnacle of abnormality. Questions have been dodged as frequently as answers hidden, and now Arthur felt himself filled with an unsated curiosity. However, when he hears the faint click of the door shutting closed behind him, he knows that everything he's ever questioned will finally be laid to rest.
When he's ready, when the silence finally drives him mad, Alfred speaks as if he can only be here for but a few minutes. A bit hushed, urgent, and shakily.
"I think I'm going somewhere. I'm not sure where—but it'll be far away, or maybe even just the state next door. I don't know. But I feel as if this isn't something I can control, like, I'm travelling on a road that only goes in one direction. And dammit Arthur, this road keeps spiraling lower and lower; it keeps twisting and turning, fucking with my mind and putting…putting thoughts in my head. And to be honest, I can't even see the end…."
Arthur tries to make sense of what Alfred tells him—he really does. But this short burst of information makes utterly no sense to him, and he just can't put the pieces together.
"Alfred, what do you mean? What are you trying—"
"No, wait, listen for a sec Arthur. Just listen." Alfred's voice comes out louder than he wants, and he silently curses as he watches Arthur flinch. Clenching his hands, he takes a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm leaving, and I don't want you to wait up for me. Ever."
"Why?" Arthur hears his voice crack as the word leaves his lips. This is too sudden- in every sense of the word, and once again he's left with more questions than answers. The dyed hair, the constant wearing of sunglasses, and the change in what used to be everyday behavior...
"Because I'm not sure if I'm coming back."
And that be all yo. Just an idea I had where Alfred turns into 2PAlfred in a time span of a some months. He dyes his hair brown, starts speaking differently, acting differently, and poor Arthur is thrown into a whirlwind of confusion. However, before Alfred feels like he's lost himself completely, he tries to do one last thing to save Arthur from the monster he's turning into. Leaving him completely.
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Would this possibly make a good full fanfic? Let me know!