Chapter Four: To Misunderstand

Alfred laid on the bed and groaned.

A sound at the end of the room echoed as the wooden door opened to let a woman with a white coat, in. She was tall and slender, a beautiful face of a model but the lengthy jacket made her look like a dull ghost. "Hey! How are you feeling today?" she exclaimed through her plump, red lips. "Dead" Alfred bluntly said with a hint of irritation. He covered his eyes with his forearm from the bright lights the doctor had opened when she interrupted them and walked in. She noticed and stretched her mouth to an exaggerated frown. "Oops! Sorry!" She awkwardly apologized and Alfred nearly laughed as she walked closer to his bed but slipped, failing miserably.

He was slightly lightened up when he heard the news that he was finally leaving this purgatory disguised as a friendly home.

He looked to his right where a certain Brit was sitting, legs crossed and drowsily reading a novel, not paying a drop of attention to him.

Alfred had been in the hospital for two days now, his deathly headache gratefully nowhere to be felt but and he guessed Arthur had used up all his energy on comforting him in that short period of time. Since that meeting in the hallway, Arthur hadn't been 'kind' to him at all. It made him yearn for his attention so much more.

"So, Natalia, you look real nice today," Alfred slurred his word sexily, tracing the sleeve of her snow white coat and tried to avoid the urge for his (fake) violet eyes to fall to Arthur.

To Alfred's delight, Arthur, even Doctor Braginski, flinched at the sudden use of her first name. The awkwardness and her rosy cheeks were too much to handle and she hurriedly smiled at Alfred and left the room, almost tripping for the millionth time. Alfred let out a chuckle and faced his head to look at his friend. "You should have seen your face!" Alfred laughed and Arthur rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"There is no point! The use of a professional's first name is highly known to be rude!" Arthur pointed the top of the book at Alfred as he scolded him. "And I honestly thought you were the mature one…"

Alfred raised a brow, "mature one?" Arthur shook his head, sarcastically rolling his eyes once more and returned back to is hardcover of Harry Potter, to Alfred's disappointment. He sighed and decided to finally ask.

"Arthur, what's wrong?" The question stunned Arthur and he couldn't hold his composed self anymore. First, small tears trickled down his cheek one by one then he began to weep loudly and coming by Alfred's side muffling his screams in the soft, now wet blanket. Alfred pat his head comforting and slowly crying himself. He never found this side of Arthur before. He was glad that Arthur cared so much for his brother too, so that they can mourn together.

"Why? Why did he have to die? Why? This is so terrible!" Arthur bawled out, cursing whoever had caused the damned accident as Alfred continued to comb his hair with his pale, muscular fingers and slowly sobbed as well, not nearly listening to every word that his beloved co-worker was yelling.

Then his comforting hand instantly yielded as he heard an unusual sentence that somehow stuck out, come out of Arthur's chapped lips.

"I miss you! I always will! I hope you are in a better place, love! My dear, beloved Alfred!"

"What?" Alfred originally mumbled to himself but Arthur seemed to stop, probably somewhat annoyed by the unsympathetic response to his emotion-filled speech. "What do you mean 'what'? I just gave you the most heart felt-"

"No, no! that's not what I meant. I didn't mean to make your said speech to my brother look stupid. I was just confused when you said my name. So..." Now Alfred was altogether baffled on what exactly Arthur meant. I he didn't like the idea of asking others what something was supposed to mean. He liked figuring it out himself. Which usually never really helped in any way at all because he would somehow get the wrong idea, creative mind of a hero and all. These were one of those times as he gasped.

"You... y-you love my brother?" he shouted, rage seen through his knitted eyebrows and his fists as he thought of all the happy, memories they had made together being crumpled up and burned. Arthur unnoticed, looked closer and practically saw veins growing out of them and his forehead, making him surprised. Though not as much, confused.

"Y-yes, of coarse I do! Did you not already know that? For crying out loud, we told you ourselves that we have recently been dating!" He exclaimed back.

"What the hell? How long have you been with him? That bastard of a brother! And you son a of a bitchy two-timer!" Alfred screamed, voice growing louder with every word and ready to punch his lover, um, ex. For the first time in his life he wanted to die. More so that he can beat up his brother in heaven for taking his one and only.

Arthur widened his forest green eyes, more puzzled than he ever will be. "What the bloody fuck is wrong with you? How dare you call my beloved a bastard? Your acting pretty 'bitchy' yourself! And what is with this two-timer nonsense? I've never had a relationship with anyone but him!" Arthur now as loud as him and getting closer to stare at him, intensely outraged.

"Oh my god, Arthur! You are being fucking crazy!" Alfred was at the edge of his bed and pulling Arthur up from his navy collar with his powerful strength. Inside the fabric he could feel Arthur's Adam's Apple bob up and down, indicating a gulp. Arthur was terrified and puzzled with the way his good friend was acting. He had always thought him to be the quiet, collected, and kind type. He guessed he was wrong. Although, this didn't stop him from coming back.

"You are the insane one!" He returned the insult with a calm voice, making sure to slur the 'you' of the statement. "now put me down."

Alfred unfortunately didn't and he just hung in the air, just about two inches off the ground. But that didn't matter, just the fact that he was off of the ground made him uncomfortable.

Thankfully, the door opened and the doctor came back in, her face less crimson and a bit more surprised. Seemingly from the immature, as Arthur would have thought, sight that greeted her. "Uh..." she stopped to put her mad face on, in a rather motherly way, "Please, put Mr. Kirkland down. That is so unnecessary for you to do so!"

Alfred pouted, small and plopped the Brit back to Earth. He stuck his tongue out childishly and crossed his robust arms, glancing back to his mother, uh, doctor.

Arthur on the other hand blew out the breath he was holding and nodded to her, thankful that his life didn't end then and there. He wiped his forehead from the sweat that was formed and loosened his collar a bit as he thought of what may have happened if she hadn't come back.

Doctor Braginski was glancing back and forth to both of them and when she was satisfied she looked down to a folder she hadn't had before and took a small look and raised her head to speak again. "Alright, then. Well, I was here to check on you before you left. Um, to see how you were feeling in certain places and make sure you can walk normally and stable."

She gestured for Alfred to stand and he immediately obeyed. Next, after a small nod and writing on her papers, she gestured for him to walk to her, who was a good three meters from him. He started to walk, wobbling and falling at just past the first meter. It's been quite a while since he walked and it made sense his legs gave up in that time. Thin slender arms grabbed under his arms before his bottom hit the dirty floor.

He peeked up behind him and saw evergreen eyes struggling from the weight his body was carrying. He smiled a bit and cursed himself for falling for Arthur all over again. That damn cheater. He looked straight ahead and slowly moved himself away from Arthur and reached his doctor. She grinned brightly as he touched the wall, leaning his right shoulder, for his left was injured, specifically, bruised.

"Alright, your ready to go! Have fun on your first day back!" She cheered and instantly shut herself up as the two melancholic faces responded her. "A-And I am so sorry for your loss..." Then she left.

Arthur packed his books and papers into his leather briefcase quietly and Alfred changed into a red button up and dark blue jeans that Arthur brought him, managing without saying a single word. Though, mentally, he had to admit that the tension was annoying him very much.

He had his mouth opened, ready to speak when the door opened for the third time, a small blonde head peered in with a modest smile, "So, I hope both of you make up! Have a good day, Mr. Kirkland!" Arthur nodded politely in her direction. "And you too, Mr. Williams!"

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"What?" Alfred repeated, with a sense of dèja vu.

Author's Notes:

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Terms:

Harry Potter- a book about a boy (named Harry Potter) and his adventures in wizard school. Also was made into movies.

"dèja vu"- a phrase in French that means: already seen. It basically is used when someone has an odd feeling of familiarity.

Yes, I promised that I'd have it published before the week ends so, there you go! I hope you are enjoying it so far (being my first fan-fiction and all) and I am so happy to think this is actually my longest chapter so far!

Anyway, I bid you happy reading.