-enters the room dramatically- I LIIIIIIIVEEE! So my internet has been giving me tons of problems lately, but I'm back now, and to celebrate, I'm publishing this. I do warn you: it's very depressing. If that doesn't bother you, then enjoy~
(Un)happily Ever After
He couldn't stand it any longer. The sounds of those bells, of those happy people, of all that celebration, were messing with his brain, bringing tears to his eyes.
She didn't belong there. It was wrong for her to be where she was, in that white dress, smiling (for a change). There was just no way it was just for her to be having the happiest day of her life while he suffered through the worst moments he'd ever experienced. He hated to think so selfishly, but it was true nonetheless: Natalia Arlovskaya did not deserve this.
Nobody but him did.
There wasn't a person who loved Alfred as much as he did.
With that in mind, he ran from the altar, unable to bear even another second.
"... Iggy? You there?" Reluctantly, he called out an affirmative before resuming his mindless staring at the flowers by his feet.
"Iggy?" Alfred poked his head around the corner, and, upon seeing the depressive Brit, touched his shoulder gingerly.
"Arthur? What's wrong?"
"Bloody hell! Don't you understand? This is murder. It's absolute murder."
"... Oh. You... Don't like the wedding?"
"No, of course not! It's me you should be marrying, you git!" By this point he was in tears.
Before he could register what was going on, Arthur felt a pair of arms around his waist as he was pulled towards their owner. Suddenly, they were kissing.
When they broke apart, Alfred smiled a melancholy, almost broken smile.
"I've always loved you, Arthur."
"You-but-"
"Really, I have." A pause ensued. Arthur considered just saying nothing, but when the thought of Ah, what the bloody hell have I got to lose? crossed his mind, he found himself agreeing with it.
"I love you too... I always have."
"Always?"
"Always."
"But then... Why didn't you say something? I never even knew that you-"
"Alfred, please don't..." More of this and Arthur was sure to break down into fits of sobs.
"That," he stated, indicating the direction of the altar, "Should've been you."
"I-I know..." He paused in an attempt to compose himself (in vain; his voice broke on the final word of the next sentence), "But it's too late for that now."
AN: I actually wrote this ages ago and I liked it better then than I do now... Oh well. I just have to post it, it's been sitting on my PC for too long. Hope you liked it, please review! (no flames though, thank you)