Alfred's POV

Alfred heard someone barge into his house, calling his name. At this time? Geeze, it's like seven in the morning. Can't people learn when it's not nice to bust into someone's house while they're sleeping? I mean- he did it a lot but that didn't mean people could do such back to him. Pulling into the living room, America waved his arms around, "What do you think you're doi-Oh hey England." No response came from the man. "England?" Still no response. "Hey. Hey. Hey listen. Hey. Hey Bushy Brows. Hey listen." The blonde shouted, trying to get the country's attention. What was wrong with him? Is he deaf? What was even going on? "Look, I didn't finish my report yesterday. I guess I conked out early or- Where are you going, now? Hey! I'm talking to you!" Ugh, why did this Brit have to be so difficult? "You can't just barge in and ignore me, you know!" Flinging both arms in the air, he caught himself almost falling over when England stopped in his bedroom doorway, opening the door, slowly. "….Is this your weird way of asking for sex? Because, truthfully, you really need to stop being so-" Looking inward he noticed…erhm…a more than gruesome redecoration of sorts.

A familiar outfit that was soaked to the brim with blood, impaled by a single sharp instrument.

His clothes.

A familiar face frozen in a blank stare which seemed to be gazing back at the two of them.

His face.

A body just laying, silent upon the floor, unable to ever laugh or run or smile ever again.

His body.

"You've gotta be joking." Alfred scoffed, arms crossed in a disbelieving manner. This was some kind of prank. It had to be. I mean how is this even possible? Looking over to England who had become almost frozen solid with grief, the inner mechanisms of his mind clicked into place; letting him figure out just what was going on. "You can't see me, can't you?" He asked as he watched the other go to the corpse's aide. "No. Of course you can see me! You and the others just pulled together this entire thing to mess with me, didn't you? Well, ha ha, very funny!" Arthur actually started to tend to it. Trying to patch up the wounds and clean up the blood without even caring about the fact that he was long gone. "Thi- this is just a prank!" Standing silently for a long moment in front of the country, America's voice broke in a loud scream, "Stop it! Stop it! You're doing this on purpose! I get it!"

Not a flinch.

Not even a look.

There was just this blank expression across England's face that showed nothing but complete numbness.

So…he was dead.

It was over.

He had failed.

Caught, with his guard down and cut down before being able to do anything.

How did this even ha-oh.

The dog.

That weird dog thing had just stabbed him out of nowhere. But, wait, he can't die he was a country! He was a- wait. Those were his last words, weren't they? Damn. What shitty last words! He should have said something more like 'A man does not die even when he's killed!' Or some heroic stuff like that.

For some reason, peering over to Arthur cleared his mind of these selfish thoughts…"What are you trying to do?" The American asked in exasperation, "I'm dead. You can't just bandage me up and everything would end up okay!" Of course he couldn't hear the man but, to be frank, it would've probably ended up the same way if he was audible. "You're such a stubborn, hard headed, stupid, weird, sweet….." He stumbled over his own words, "Nice guy…". Alfred couldn't be angry. Not now. It just— it didn't even seem

Dropping to his knees at the bedside, he tried to grab for a hand or and arm but to no avail. This. This was the ultimate defeat: being forced to watch someone suffer. Someone you loved dearly. All because you were stupid enough to get yourself killed. But, worst of all, not being able to do anything to help. To heal the wounds. To comfort. It was maddening. So- what? Was this Hell? Was this some form of punishment? Was this just some kind of really bad dream? Why was he still here?

Turning to face him, America started to try to reason all possibilities in his head in some attempt to balance out what he could possibly do at this point. "Y-you said you can see weird stuff! You should be able to see me! To hear me!" Ah, what was the point in arguing with something so stupid? England's 'magic' never worked. It wasn't real. Something like that— it didn't exist. But, still…at least he can still be around him. Heh, it was funny, really. Even though it seemed like a punishment, at least he didn't have to be separated from the Brit. Not now, anyway.

"Stupid ass." He huffed, rubbing the back of his head, "I know why I'm still here." Alfred chuckled a bit to himself, "Because my work isn't done yet. You still need me, don't you?" With a shake of his head, he smiled as wide as possible, "Well fine. It's a deal. I'll stick around. Just because I know that you can't possibly survive without me…" Watching Arthur fall into his slumber, Alfred just sat at the bedsides, waiting.

And you know what?

It was okay.

Everything…

Everything was going to be alright.

AN: And this was written by .com who is my RP partner hehe

I hoped you guys enjoyed this and didn't cry too much

Molly out!