Last part of Alfred's musings.
Been listening to Breath Me by Sia while typing these two parts and it's so sad-ish Dx
*takes a break and sleeps*
Alfred's musings pt. 2
Many decades later…
It was Sunday night.
In his room alone, with only a single light from the moon filtering into the darkness, Alfred's thoughts turned to Arthur. As usual, when he thought of Arthur, Alfred's heart began its usual aching beat. It felt as though he was suffocating, suffocating from the dark surrounding him, from the empty chill that shook his soul.
He curled up into a ball, salty tears stinging his eyes.
Years… decades… So much time had passed since that day.
And yet he still felt the pain as though it was only yesterday.
And yet he still wanted to be friends with Arthur, to make things right with him.
And yet he didn't.
Suddenly, Alfred narrowed his eyes.
He hadn't wanted… that war.
The Revolution.
The revolution that had taken place just a week after Arthur's announcement, after George had kicked Alfred out of Arthur's house, out of England and Europe. The revolution that had changed life as he knew it, seeing the coldness and bland emptiness in Iggy's eyes when they faced each other in the rain, in the mud, with nothing but hatred in their hearts. The words they said had been broken up by the thunderous weather, and when Alfred was weaken by hesitation, Arthur attacked him. But it was only a small blow, and Alfred had gotten up and returned the attack with renewed vigor. When he won the war, he vowed never to associate himself with Arthur again. After all, that was what the Englishman had wanted, right…?
Everything changed after that day.
There was no longer love and nicety. It was pure and unadulterated loathing between the two. When they passed each other's ways in conferences or rare encounters, Alfred would become an animal. His words would drip with sarcasm and unrelenting venom, his insults full of bitter hate. In turn, Arthur would stew back seething comments that painfully tore at Alfred, and when he returned home, the American would fall on his bed and lay there for hours. Hurting.
As I'm was doing now, Alfred thought dully.
He let his eyes roam across the darkness of the room, out into the window of the city of New York. So lively and full of color, so much the opposite of his heart and soul- an empty and sorrow-filled thing.
"Why can't I… just forget you?"
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A/N: Yep, time period was the American Revolution~ A horrible time :\
Chapters will be longer after this... Alfred's musings, I guess, would be considered the prologue. but now that's over, we can get into the real action^^
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