Yey, chapter four! :D

reminder: Prussia, America, England (C) Himaruya Hidekaz-sensei

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Green eyes jerked wide open, the sound of Gilbert's voice pulling Arthur out of his lusted stupor. "G-Gilbert?" He shook his head, realizing what he was in the middle of. "Oh my god…Bloody hell…" the blonde muttered, all clouds pushed from his mind, only to be replaced with a whirlpool of confusion.

Gilbert stood, a heavy silence permeating the air, his jaw hanging while he tried not to look at what had been about to occur, had he not bust in. His heart sunk deeper into his chest as he realized he had been right. He possessed no chance at all for Arthur.

Alfred stood up, his face twisted in a scowl, and he proceeded to slip his pants back on. Growling, "What right do you have to go busting in other people's houses?" Alfred advanced forward, leaving Arthur on the bed, his face emanating inner conflict.

"What right do you have carting people off against their will?" Gilbert retorted, his shock momentarily dissipating.

As Arthur watched Alfred advance towards Gilbert menacingly, he raised an arm, softly begging, "Please…Don't fight…Not over me…" His heart stung, the guilt towards Gilbert and his confusing feelings slicing it.

Gilbert avoided the pained emerald eyes while Alfred turned his head, smiling gently at the blonde, and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, Arthur. I'll take care of him." He turned back towards the albino, his smile melting into a scowl. "Let's take this outside."

Before he could say anymore, Alfred had pushed Gilbert out, shutting the door behind him, enclosing Arthur in the dark.

Gilbert hissed under his breath, eyes narrowing, "What do you think you're doing?"

Without answering, Alfred grabbed the albino's wrists, restraining him as he dragged him outside and into the neighboring alley. When the alley shadowed over them, Alfred spat, "I'm getting you out of my way, that's what." Not waiting for the other's response, he swung a fist towards those irritating crimson eyes.

Registering the fist flying towards him, Gilbert ducked, feeling it graze his hair. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he screamed, backing away. Despite being born to fight, his last battle was an unfathomable age ago.

Noticing his target backing away, his eyes slits, Alfred lunged, tackling the lanky albino to the ground. Before Gilbert could raise his hands to defend himself, the American let loose, pummeling him with his fists, not caring if Gilbert's head ground against the smooth cobbles.

"AUGH!" the platinum blonde shrieked, his crimson eyes wide in agony. He felt as if he had completely exposed himself to large hail and soon the excruciating pain submerged him in unconsciousness.

Seconds after Gilbert passed out, Alfred noticed he had gone limp, and he stood, eyeing him with contempt before turning back to his house.

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Sitting in the suffocating blackness, his heart heavy, Arthur pulled his clothes back on, moving as if he was in a trance. He flopped down, his chest aching and his mind feeling as if a hurricane flew through it. He just felt so…confused. Sighing, he thought, This is making me so tired…Why? Why is this happening to me…? Tears pooled in his eyes, and he broke into sobs, eventually losing himself in sleep.

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Alfred opened the door slowly, feeling slightly winded from beating up Gilbert. He smirked as he recalled how much in pain the albino had looked and the sound of his scream. Walking up to the bed, he saw Arthur had fallen asleep, the traces of his tears shining in the light from the hallway. His face softened at the sleeping Brit and carefully placing himself on the bed, Alfred gently pushed back a blonde lock of hair, deciding to wait for Arthur to wake up.

"Nnn.." Arthur sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. This smelled different from his room…Then it all rushed back to him, dropping his heart to where it had been before he fell into slumber. The pain threatened to let loose more tears, but Arthur blinked them back. Glancing around, he found Alfred dozing next to him, his hand where his face had been. "A-Alfred?"

Alfred jerked awake at the sound of the Brit's voice, and he breathed, his mouth curving up into a smile, "Britain!"

"W-what happened to Gilbert?" he asked, his voice hesitant.

Alfred frowned at Arthur's inquiry of Gilbert. He opened his mouth, a lie on his breath, "He said he hated you. He never wants to see your face again, and he went back to his own place." His face contorted in mock anger. "That guy…"

"What, why?" Arthur's green eyes wide in pained shock. Gilbert…hated him? Was it because he was about to have sex with Alfred? Shaking his head, he felt regret and guilt filling his entire being. He hadn't wanted to lose Gilbert, but it seemed he had… Why did he feel like this? He had just met him…but he couldn't push away the sight of those eyes bloodied with loneliness.

Furrowing his brow, Alfred answered, "He said you were useless." Face softening, Alfred cradled Arthur's face in his hands, and he soothed, his voice honeyed with affection, "But that's not true. You're all I need, Arthur."

A knife shot through his heart as Arthur heard what Gilbert supposedly said about him. Then he heard Alfred reassure him, saying he needed him. Sighing, he looked up into Alfred's blue eyes and whispered, "Alright." He buried his face into his chest, letting his warmth fill him up, but in a corner of his mind, his subconscious wished he could embrace Gilbert.

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"Nnng…" Gilbert opened his bloody eyes a hair's breadth and tried to sit up. He gasped at the intense pain wracking his entire body and fell limp against the stones. Arthur was lost to him; no doubt Alfred had fabricated some reason to make Arthur hate him, making him his. Shutting his eyes, he let the tears stream out from under his eyelids and let himself fall back into the abyss of sleep.

Now to figure out what comes next... =3= ...Is it just me, or does it seem like my breaks disappear? o_O Dashes seem to disappear...