Here is part two! I feel that a lot of this is sad...which reflects my mood as of late, really. Hope that you like it, anyways.
So in this, a few of the words connect with words from chapter one.
Dusk connects with Dawn. Impatient connects with Delicate. The POV for this is the same deal as last time.
Enjoy.
Guest Review: Thanks! Glad you thought so. Well there's another word that goes with 6 from the first chapter, and well. Number 7 is just going to have to be left up to your imagination.~ Thanks for reading, and the review!
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11. Impatient
Waiting outside of the bathroom was turning out to be more nerve wracking then they had anticipated. They couldn't be in there—that was only too obvious, despite how much they might wish to be. While she was going to be their surrogate, standing in the bathroom as she took pregnancy tests was just not on.
The whole process had come to be more expensive than they had expected, so they were anxiously awaiting the test results; and in Arthur's case, impatiently waiting.
12. Solemn
No one knew what to say. How do you comfort someone a great loss such as this? To be left behind was the worst thing; to be left behind alone just made the pain that much greater. As they stood beside him at the grave site—as close as they dared without overwhelming him—they knew that he would never be the same.
The only thing they could do was be there for him. Even when he didn't want it; they owed it to Alfred, after all.
13. Dusk
They came together at dusk. No sooner, no later—it was always at dusk. They came together with soft touches, strong grips, and a passion that had been building all day long. The moments should never have happened, not while there were more important things going on around them. But how was a person to avoid the one who made them happy in such dark times?
They can't; not even when it could be the death of them.
14. Hunger
They were always hungry; starved for touch, starved for intimacy—starved for the love that they could find in one another. The love that they ached for would never—could never—happen, but that didn't stop them from wanting it any less. As long as they never acted on the impulse they would be fine, because then no one would get hurt.
But oh, how they longed to be with one another.
15. Betrayal
Alfred stood frozen, eyes wide and face pale. Hands clenching tight to the package in his grip he let the noise of heartbreak escape his throat, whole body starting to shake as his boyfriend—ohmygod Arthur—dropped flat on his stomach when the man behind him released him from his hold in his shock.
The anniversary gift fell from numb fingers as he turned and ran, the image seared into his brain. He could hear his name being called from behind him but didn't stop to hear the platitudes and lies that would drop from his lips.
He would never stop for that voice again.
16. Decay
They never thought this would happen to him first; no, never him. Out of all the countries there were, the idea that America would be the first to slowly go to rot and disappear never crossed their minds. It was scary, for all of them—how could someone so strong be the first to leave them? He was awful to see, his body slowly decaying in time with his country. Soon Arthur was the only one he would allow to see him, the only one who could still touch him with gentle fingers.
Arthur was the only one who was there, a soft kiss pressed to his damp brow, the day that he disappeared.
17. Rebirth
It wasn't often that a nation was reborn; it happened so rarely that it was not spoken of. But when a nation was gone from the world, so completely that the representation disappears, sometimes they can be later found as a normal human, looking just the way they did as a nation but with a human's life expectancy.
To have it happen not only once, but twice in one century was unheard of. But yet, it had somehow happened. Somehow, though, it came as no surprise to any of the nations that when they saw them again, America and England—Alfred and Arthur, now—were together, fingers locked and content smiles on their faces.
It was nice to know that even after their countries had gone, that they were still able to find each other. They deserved all the happiness together that they could get.
18. Strange
There was something about Arthur that made Alfred feel strange inside. Whenever their paths crossed in the halls at school, his heart would skip a beat and his pulse would race. He had asked his best friend, Kiku, about it but all he would ever get in answer to his question was a slight tick of his lips and mirth in his eyes.
No matter how often he tried to coax the answer out of him, he never could succeed. The one time he and Arthur had locked eyes in the cafeteria had caused him to stumble, his lunch tray falling out of his hands and to the floor. They both had bright cheeks after that, one of Arthur's (truly) impressive eyebrows raised almost to his hair line. The older teen just made him feel so odd inside, light and heavy all at the same time.
To tell the truth, he kind of liked it.
19. Guilt
I promised him I would stop.
Raising a weak arm he took blade to skin again, watching with a morbid fascination as blood welled, slowly pooling and sliding down his arm in red streams. He hardly felt the pain of it anymore, or that worry that he would hit too close to a certain vein and bleed out.
He's going to be so upset with me.
Without bothering to clean up he started another cut, wincing slightly as he opened up a just scabbed over cut. The blood dripped steadily into the sink below him, adding more of a tint to an already stained pink bowl.
I wonder what he would do if I just…let it go.
Sky blue eyes watched for a moment longer before turning the sink on, washing away the blood; the sounds of a gauze package being opened, the hiss as it was pressed and the always loud noise of bandages being applied echoed in the room.
Slowly slipping to the floor, too tired to care about putting the jacket back on and returning to his lover, the defeated man slowly closed his eyes, the sight of worried forest green the last thing he saw before succumbing to comforting, oppressive darkness.
20. Recovery
Things between them would never be the same again. After shattered promises, breath-taking terror and heart stopping heartache, it was doubtful that they would ever truly be whole again. Alfred had almost taken his life, and that was something Arthur did not think he would ever truly be able to forgive.
But no matter how bad it got for them, or how bleak the next few years of their lives looked, he knew he would never leave him. They were each other's everything, and that would never change.
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Toodles~