A/N: I was inspired to write this after hearing these songs:
-battlefield (Jordin sparks)
-enemy and how to start a war (Simon Curtis)
-let her go (passenger)
-50 ways to say goodbye(train)
-hall of fame(the script)
IDK why these songs played in a row on my playlist xD anyways, :3 enjoy
BTW: America-Alfred Prussia-Gilbert
England-Arthur France- Francis
It was right after the American revolutionary war, the American and the British army both retreated, leaving the two countries alone under the rain.
Alfred kneeled down in front of the teary Arthur, his eyes softened when the crying Arthur looked at him, eyes filled with betrayal, pain and sadness. Alfred reached out his hand to comfort Arthur "Arthur….." but Arthur slapped his hand away before it had a chance to touch him.
"Don't you dare touch me…."
Alfred looked pained, it always saddens Arthur whenever Alfred is in pain, and this time was no exception. Arthur held back the urge to cry even worse than he is now …if that was possible….
"Just leave me alone…." Arthur had already buried his face in his hands, refusing to let Alfred see the pathetic state he's in.
Both of them didn't move, both of them were quiet, only the sound of marching troupes, the rustling sound of the trees and the heavily pouring rain could be heard. Alfred's voice broke the silence "I hope you can understand why I did this…please understand" he said the last two words so softly Arthur could only heard a little bit.
Alfred stood up right after saying that. He walked passed Arthur. Arthur's eyes widened as he felt something warn touch his head, it took him a moment to realise that it was Alfred's hand. The warmth of his big hand on his head makes him feel like the child between them. "Is this what he felt whenever I touched his head?" Arthur thought. For some reason he felt all warm and fuzzy inside. This time, the tears came pouring as Alfred walked away from him.
Arthur turned and saw the shadow of Alfred well-built body clearly walking away, even though his vision was blurred by his tears and the rain made it harder for him to keep his eyes opened. The distance between them felt even farther than ever.
After crying his heart out, Arthur picked himself up. His legs felt weak, his head was throbbing, his eyes were sore, probably red….he felt like a zombie. He walked slowly back to his house. He lost his footing and slipped a few times, his mind was filled with thoughts about child America. His silly and goofy laugh that'll cheer him up after a long day of arguing with Francis, his cute puffy cheeks that he refrained from pinching and finally, the difference between the hands of the current Alfred and child Alfred.
Arthur finally made it back home. He walked past the hall and headed straight for the shower. He didn't even bother to take off his military uniform; he just turned on the shower and sat on the cold ground. He leaned against the wall, he wrapped his hand around his curled up leg and buried his face in his knee. He felt dead, he had no will to fight, no will to talk. He sat there for a while, even when all the dirt and mud had come off his clothes.
He finally got out of the shower when he stared sneezing. He changed into a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, with a towel draping over his neck. He took the end of the towel and dried his hair is he walked towards his bedroom. He just wanted to sleep it off.
He walked by Alfred's room as he was heading to his. He stopped and just stared at the room for a moment, countless memories of him and Alfred came flowing and he unconsciously walked into the room. It was filled with Alfred's scent. It all felt so nostalgic, like the war didn't even happen, as if Alfred will burst into the room and greet him, it all felt like a dream. Reality was harsh, Arthur sat at the corner of Alfred's bed, after debating whether or not he should lie down on his bed, Arthur gave in to his exhaustion, and he closed his eyes and laid down on Alfred's bed.
The scent of Alfred's was all over the bed; Arthur hugged one of his pillows and took in the familiar scent. He looked at the picture of him and Alfred on the bedside, his chest felt heavy…and before he knew it, he was crying.
Outside the door, Arthur was unaware someone was there…Alfred. He was worried about England so he came to check up on him. He saw Arthur laying on his bed, body shaking and knew immediately that he was crying. He sat down on the carpeted floor, back against the wall, silently listening to England's soft sobbing. He felt something wet in his eyes, then, warm small beads of water slid down his cheeks. He touched them "tears?" he thought to himself.
They both stayed like that for a few moments, hearing the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Arthur fell silent, he had cried himself to sleep, and Alfred was still outside the room, sitting. He peeked in and saw that Arthur's asleep, so he walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
Alfred gently caressed Arthur's cheeks and used his thumb to wipe away a tear at the edge of his eye. He sat there, looking at the red eyed Arthur sleep. He felt strange, his heart was racing as he watched Arthur's sleeping face, he took a deep breath and sighed, he gather up his courage and kissed Arthur on his cheek. A kiss as light as a feather. Alfred blushed and walked out of the room. What he didn't know is why he'd kissed Arthur, why his heart was thumping furiously and that Gilbert had took a photo of him kissing Arthur on the cheek right outside the window. Don't ask why…the reason is…..he's Prussia….