When he was with him, it felt like time stopped. Time, the ever moving entity that stops for nothing stopped for them, it seemed. When he left his side, his heart would sink with sorrowful emotion as he watched the other fade in the distance. You see, nothing made him happier than when he was around him, when he listened to his voice, his voice which was so annoying it was cute…and when he fell in battle that one day…that one fateful day…a part of him died.

The day that they met for the first time, well…it wasn't exactly love at first sight. And when he looks back on it, he looks back with regretful humor. All he can do is shake his head and sorrowfully chuckle at the images he remembers of him. Enough time has passed so that he hardly feels the pain anymore. It is just a scar which has closed a painfully open wound. All he has left of him is a country suffering because of the loss…a nation struggling to stay on its feet. And he just lowers his head when he sees that empty seat in the conference hall. There won't ever be anything that will ever fill that vacant spot in his soul.

Those memories are like the last dance he would have with him before saying goodbye forever. It's a never-ending cycle of pain and regret, the way that Arthur loved him…but it was only ever one-sided.

…Alfred never loved him back.