Because I had so much fun writing ABC as easy as 123, I figured I would write more. This time however they will hopefully all be based on songs, because its so fun to do. Sadly however "Numb" from ABC as easy as 123 won't be in this one, so if you want to read it, you have to go looking for it, it's on my account...just click on my user name. Also I could be changing my user name so yeah...just watch out for that. Let's get this thing started with another Linkin Park song, I find the fit rather well with this relationship.
Summary: Alfred never told any one about his dream, neither is Arthur. New Divide by Linkin Park
I disown everything so yeahz.
Arthur would dream, in fact he dreamed quiet a lot. He dreamed of the old days, when he was a pirate, in fact he had one where Alfred was a pirate with him, that one was quickly forgotten. Sometimes there were fairies, unicorns, all his magical friends Alfred had yet to understand, they were real. There were weird dreams, but they were dreams, and it seemed he was almost always dreaming. They were usually ones that didn't haunt him, didn't remind him much, they were just dreams, good dreams.
That didn't mean he completely escaped nightmares, they lingered and didn't bother him much. Sure one would pop up here or there, but it was horrible, just something that made him find it hard to sleep at night. Usually it was something rather unpleasant to him…like Francis. However they were rarely about Alfred and if they were…it was one of the worse. They were hardly anything that would make him uneasy the next day, looking behind his back, no they were worse that.
They would wake him with a rather big start, he was lucky if he got any sleep that night, much less stopped the tears from falling afterwards. He couldn't look at Alfred the same after that, well he could about a week later, but the feeling would linger. To Arthur's luck though it was usually a one time thing, they stuck in his head to much to repeat…but there was one, that grew on itself.
I remembered black skies / the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash / as time began to blur
Like a startling sign / that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
It was that battlefield again, the rain was falling, the face of, always that face off. Lighting was striking in the background, thunder pounding at him. Alfred was looking at him cold and hard, behind him was never the army that had really been there, no it was Alfred. Three facing him, and one looking away, like there was something in the horizon that was more interesting then what was going on. Arthur hated seeing the four of them there, mainly because three looked like they hated him, and one paid no heed to anything.
Arthur looked at them…all four of them. One clutched a small bunny in his arms, his blue eyes huge, childlike, so innocent. His white gown (it was not a dress) was dirtied with mud, he looked scared almost, scared of Arthur, huddling behind someone slightly older. The older one looked ready to fight, still innocent and youthful, boyish features, hatred had twisted his face, like he was angry about the fear the younger one felt.
They were all behind the Alfred who he could never forget, the one who had left him, the one who was there that rainy day. He held the most wear and tear, the fighting it showed, he was the coldest it seemed out of all of them. The fourth one…that one was the present Alfred. His leather jacket, it was him by far; there was no other way to say so. He was the one looking away.
Arthur would just stare at them, to shocked and choking on his breath to speak. Two raised guns, eyes narrowing, waiting for some command or something of that sort. Arthur was frozen, just watching, even though he knew what happened, he couldn't stop it.
"That's what you get." Alfred voice boomed around him. BANG!
So give me reason / to prove me wrong / to wash this
memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason / to fill this hole / connect the space
between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide
Arthur would wake up clutching his chest, panting. He knew who shot him, the two middle ones, the one protecting the toddler and the one protecting them all. He wished he could just forget everything, that seemed to be what Alfred did. Arthur always like things to be neat, orderly, and most of all clean, way couldn't his head be like that.
He hadn't noticed but he was crying (that was an understatement, he was really sobbing). He wanted to know what Alfred hated him so much in that dream. He couldn't move forward or anything, he was always frozen, or the ground would crumble. He never reached the truth at all, it was too far away.
Alfred's head was not filled with hamburgers, there were other thing that come out…the fact that they got any where was rather close to true, was slim. He had dreams, a lot, few were actually ever filled, but that's just how he was, either way they worked. He was more a daydreamer then he was a night dreamer, that didn't mean he dreamt at night.
Those he hardly dreamed at night, there were still some, (usually after he watched some horror movie) he would usually save someone (like the hero he was), or…well sometimes he didn't know (or he chose not to know). He was use to nightmares, they gave him idea, he hated and loved them at the same time, well most of them. There was that one…
There was nothing in sight / but memories left
abandoned
There was nowhere to hide / the ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in / between where we were
standing
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
There was nothing, well nothing but waste land, and he was stuck staring at it. Buildings and citied lay destroyed and he would look at them, feeling the urge to vomit. He usually fought it off, shoving the view more into his head. What had happened here? He didn't know…no…he forgot. He would look at the city, whatever it was (it was always changing, but it was always a major one), before realization came whispering in his ear. They were always his cities, he land; he was always covered in blood with no clue why.
Alfred was usually one some bridge of some sort, it was broken and Arthur…was on the other end. Alfred never remembered his eyes being like that, so cold. Then again he had never seen him covered in so much ash; the wind usually cleaned him of, before blowing it on Alfred. Why couldn't he remembered what happened here?
Arthur was dressed different; he was dressed like China…or Cuba. Why was he dressed like that? Since when? Why? So many questions and always the same question. "You can stop this, you can save you and your…remaining…people, if you join us. Why don't you join us Alfred?" Arthur always asked, his voice was business and curiosity, far from friendly.
"No…No I won't join you!" Alfred would yell.
"Fine then." Arthur said, taking out a small hand gun. "You'll get what's coming for you." BANG!
So give me reason / to prove me wrong / to wash this
memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Across this new divide
Alfred would always wake up to the ceiling, his heat pounding in his hand, telling him he was alive, he was fine, Arthur didn't kill him like the dream. There was no bullet in his heart, it was wrong, a dream, his imagination. Arthur would never do that, he had the chance but he didn't…no he broke down. Alfred didn't know why he was thinking like that, way he was placing a possibly past in the very possible future, and sadly this wasn't something he could put in his storage…no this was in his head, no hiding it away.
He would roll over and dump his pitiful tears on to the pillow, not wanting to ceiling to see them. It amazed him how much that dream scared him, much less made him cry (sob really). So many questions and no way to reach the answer.
In every loss / in every lie
In every truth that you'd deny
And each regret / and each goodbye
was a mistake to great to hide
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
Alfred never told anyone about his dream, neither did Arthur. The two were parallels without knowing it. Both lived life out, the dream hidden somewhere…where only they could reach it. The other nations noticed, never said anything, but they noticed, they weren't all stupid and oblivious. The Asian countries seemed to see it the most, but they never said anything, they never did, they probably never would.
There was always an excuse or fake reason, sometimes a real one; they weren't all that believable however. They never regretted much, always saying goodbye in their usual manner. Nothing changed greatly, but there was something shadowy, something hiding, they noticed, but they never questioned. Alfred won't on being Alfred and Arthur was still Arthur, nothing changed, nothing, but the aura.
"You had it coming to you." Alfred said and his smeared cake in Arthur's face, laughing.
Arthur shoved just about the whole cake in his face, drowning him in frosting. "That's what you bloody get!" Arthur growled, knowing they were making a scene at some wedding.
Both froze in an awkward silence, still unaware of the people staring at them. They turned and headed in opposite directions, heads down, not a single word exchanged.
So give me reason / to prove me wrong / to wash this
memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason / to fill this hole / connect the space
between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide
"Alfred?" Mathew asked gently as he entered the bathroom Alfred stormed off too. He peaked his head in, like Alfred was there about to bite it off if he did it any faster. Mumbles were his answer, hesitantly he walked in. Mathew found Alfred glaring at the mirror, wiping the cake of his face. "Alfred?"
"'sup Matt?" Alfred asked, his tone hardly over a joyful hiss.
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"That bloody grit…" Arthur grumbled, wiping the remains of the cake Alfred had smeared on him. He wasn't in the most happiest of mood, Francis didn't make it any better by opening the door and make it seem like he knew everything. "What the bloody fu—"
Francis hand was shoved over his mouth. "What was that all about Arthur?" Francis tsked.
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"What happened back there?" Mathew asked, hesitant as to asking, he knew Alfred was not someone to mess with when he was mad.
"Nothing!" Alfred defended sharply.
"Alfred, something not right with you or Arthur." Mathew was poking and prying and something that was already angry.
"Why did I say those words to him?" Alfred suddenly broke down.
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"Nothing, just that bloody twat being nothing more then a pain in the ass." Arthur hissed.
"Really…nothing more?" Francis questioned, like he knew there was more.
"Leave me alone Francis!" Arthur snapped, hoping (praying) the Frenchman would leave, he did. Arthur broke down, almost like he had after Alfred left him. "Why the bloody hell did I say his words?" He sobbed to himself.
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"What's so wrong with what you said?" Mathew asked, still trying to get over the fact that Alfred had broken down and there was in fact tears coming from his eyes. Alfred didn't cry…only when something major happened.
"It's complicated." Alfred hissed.
"Maybe you should try and make thing…uncomplicated…with Arthur." It wasn't the worse idea in the whole world.
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Arthur some how conducted himself to the point where he didn't appear to be broken or something of that sort. He had done way with the tears and such, seeing what the dream had done to him; he needed to patch things up…with Alfred.
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They ran into each other in the search for the other. It was another awkward silence; they hoped they could get over it. Alfred broke it, Arthur for once thought of him as a hero for doing that.
"So about back there…." Alfred started, but found little to finish with. "Something's be bothering me."
"You could say the same for me." Arthur said looking at his feet; he was uncomfortable for some reason.
"It's kinda the aftermath from declaring independence from you…"
Arthur nodded, his was the same but he wasn't going to say anything.
"Matt said it was something we should work out together…"
Again Arthur nodded.
"So…can we?"
"It's not like we can't." Arthur said with a rather small smile.
I hoped you all liked it, it does kinda have a sucky ending. Oh well, its a really good song people, you should look it up and listen to it.
Please RxR