Aha~ So I'd like to give thanks to those who reviewed: The UK's Only, Neelh, baconis1priority. I love you guys very much~ *3* Just thought I'd let you know. And because I love you guys, I bring to thee a new chapter. Things are going to start picking up now... Maybe... Well, at least I hope so.

Meh, meh. I feel on ice and slid under a car today. (It was parked and not running, so don't worry) ;A; It hurt really bad. And it still hurts. But I didn't spill the cookie salad! And that's all that matters! :D (A little inside joke between me and my step mom about me falling.)

I'mma going to stop now and continue on with the chapter cuz I'm sure you guys don't even read this part.

It seemed to happen out of nowhere almost. There was no warning that this was going to happen at all. And it sure caught me off guard when it did. Though I would be lying if I said I hadn't been waiting for the day that it did happen. I had been waiting for it to happen since the day I met Francis. I felt bad for wanting something so terrible to happen, and I still fill bad now, but I couldn't help it. Jealousy can get the better of some people, and I am no exception.

One day I came home from work to find Arthur sitting in front of my door, soaking wet and sniffling. I was quite surprised to see him there and even more surprised that he was there crying, of all things. From my knowledge at that point, Arthur didn't cry. Ever. That's not something Arthur did. But there he was, sobbing in the rain.

"Arthur?" I knelt down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You okay, dude?'

He didn't say a thing. He looked up at me, tears and rain running down his face. He looked sad and pathetic, like a small child who'd lost their favorite toy or something. And before I knew it Arthur was clinging to me, blabbering incomprehensively.

What was it that happened? Arthur and Francis got into a huge fight. It was a pretty bad one. I had never known Arthur to be that angry before. Arthur was upset with Francis because he had been flirting with almost everyone that walked by. Right in front of Arthur at that. According to Arthur it was something the Frenchie did a lot. To put it simply, Arthur was beyond pissed and had had enough of it.

But surprisingly enough, it wasn't Arthur who broke off the relationship. Arthur hadn't wanted to break up with him, he had just requested, in a rather loud way, that Francis stop 'flirting with every damn bloody thing that breathed'. It was Francis who broke up with Arthur. I never did get a reason why, but I have a pretty good guess.

I did my best to get the both of us inside and out of the rain without making him let go. He made it difficult with the way he was clinging to me but I wasn't going to make him let go, that'd be just plain mean and not to mention un-heroic. But I eventually got us into the house. By now he had stopped trying to speak, the only noise he made was sniffling and the occasional hiccup.

It took a while for Arthur to calm down enough to speak. But when he did the first thing he said was a request for tea. Typical Arthur. I would have laughed at him under normal circumstances but given his current state it was probably best not to. I brought him some tea, which he told me tasted horrible. After a bit of silence he finally told me what had happened between him and Francis. To say that I was happy upon hearing this is a bit of an understatement, but I could never tell Arthur this. Never. He'd hate me forever, and that's not what I want. Or wanted. Or whatever. He probably hates me now, though.

So, yeah. Arthur and Francis broke up. That meant that I now actually had a chance of being with him now, I no longer had to be just a friend. Yeah, I was happy about that, but I still had to wait a long while before I could make any moves because Arthur was depressed about the whole break up for a long time. It really wasn't like him, but I guess I really don't know much about what their relationship was like. He didn't like to talk about it so I never asked.

But before I could make any advances in our relationship I had to finish the task at hand. I had to get Arthur out of his depression, or at least try to comfort him as much as I could. I tried everything I could think of, but nothing really seemed to work. He just didn't seem interested in anything I offered him or told him. In fact, he didn't seem interested in anything anyone said to him. He acted like he was busy and avoid everyone. He'd stopped yelling at everyone at the cafe as well. It was strange seeing him such a loud man so quiet. Almost a bit unsettling for me.

Eventually Arthur seemed to have snapped out of his depression randomly, returning back to his normal self. It really was the strangest thing. And as odd as it is to say this, it was nice seeing him yell at people again. It was the Arthur that I knew and loved. This was also a cue to me saying that I could soon possibly try and make Arthur mine. And after a week or so, that's exactly what I did. Um, or had planned to do at least. But I suppose this time it was my turn to go through a difficult time.

What happened? Oh, well, I was sort of fired from my job. And given they way the economy and stuff was at the time, it was almost impossible to get a job. Because of this I wasn't able to pay the rent or really any bills at all with the lack of money income. It was frustrating. And soon enough, not only was I out of a job, but I was out one house as well. I had absolutely no where to go. No family to turn to. No nothing, really. Sure, I could have just crashed at some friend's house, but I know I'm not the easiest person to live with and I didn't want to impose on them.

I didn't really tell anyone about losing my job or my house, especially not Arthur. I didn't want anyone to worry about me or try to help me. I could handle it myself. After all, I was the hero. But, as hard as I tried to keep from Arthur, he soon figured it out for himself. It took him under a week to figure it out, that is if I'm remembering this correctly. But I'm pretty sure that's right 'cause Arthur's pretty damn smart and observant. Or was it just that obvious?

So, yeah. He figured out that I had lost my job and house. He literally flipped out on me for not telling him sooner.

"You idiot! Why didn't you say anything?"

Most people probably wouldn't yell at someone who'd just lost pretty much their whole life, but Arthur isn't most people. He wasn't going to give me too much sympathy about it. But he did offer for me to stay at his place. Maybe offer isn't the right term. He forced me to stay at his place. I tried to decline, even if I really wanted to take the offer, but Arthur was having none of that.

"You need to be a little more selfish sometimes, Alfred. You can't always put others first."

Maybe Arthur was right. Look where it got me now. But I'd much rather it be me here in the hospital then Arthur. And I'm still glad that I did what I did, even if Arthur isn't too happy with it. Ah, but I'm straying to far into the most current part of this story! Let's continue.

So by force of Arthur, I was now living with him at his house. Do you know how difficult it is to live with someone that you're attracted to, but can't say or do anything because you think it'll make things awkward and you really don't want that to happen? It's pretty damn difficult. Yeah, I know I had planned to tell him earlier, but that was before any of this happened.

At some point, though, I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to do something. I had to tell him how I felt. There was no other option. I felt that if I didn't do something soon I was going to go insane. Arthur probably doesn't know this, but he is very much a tease, especially when it comes to doing to simplest of things. Such as making tea. I didn't know making tea could ever look sexy, but he somehow managed to do it.

I'd had just about enough.

I think it was Friday evening that I finally just snapped. I was helping him carry in and put away groceries.

"H-Hey, Arthur. I-I have something to tell you."

His back was to me for the moment, and I'm so glad that it was 'cause I'm pretty sure I looked as pathetic as I sounded.

"Yes, what is it Alfred?"

His back was still towards me, but I could tell that he knew that something was up because he'd stopped putting the groceries away and his shoulders had tensed up.

The next few words that came out of my mouth I had no control over.

"I... I love you, Arthur."

And stop. I wanted to keep going, but I also thought that that was a good place to stop. (Plus it's already 1:30 and I'd really like to go to be before 3. Or 2 if possible.) So, what do you think? Good? Bad?
I know it could've been longer, but... Yeah. :P Deal with the shortness of this chapter!

Questions!

1: What is going to be Arthur's reaction?

2: What would be your reaction if you were in Arthur's shoes?

3: Would you like to see Arthur's side to all of this? Or just parts? Not at all?

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