Duty of a Gentleman

The blood glistened beautifully in the moonlight, it covered the floor splattering the wall Arthur smiled and licked the blood that fell freely from a cut above his eye. Somewhere deep in his conscious a voice was yelling in horror but he couldn't get the voice that screamed at him to shut up so he let it play in the background. His hands trailed along the walls of the dull room. The blood didn't really seem to scare him. He has gotten used to the sight of it. The voice deep in his mind was still screaming. Arthur began to like the quiet stillness of the room until his foot hit something. He looked down and saw a body. It didn't take long for him to realize that it was Alfred laying on the cold blood stained floor. Arthur fell to the ground and began to scream at the sight. What's happening? The voice of before was making its way to the surface. But this time the voice took a twisted turn. the voice that came out of his throat was some of a mix of a sick twisted laugh laced with a voice of a tortured man.

"What a waste."

Arthur woke up with a jolt. "Just a dream." he said to himself. The sun was beginning to rise lighting the sky with a soft orange. The smell of the hospital sickened Arthur. The man he came to see was still in the same state he was the night before. Alfred was sound asleep his glasses slipping off his nose. Arthur got up to fix them but when he felt the soft yet scarred skin of the other he flinched back. He turned away tears threatening to spill. He felt foolish letting his emotions take over him like that. But that was soon replaced with fear he shouldn't be so calm about this situation. Especially after that wierd dream he had just a few moments ago.

Things weren't going exactly how Alfred had planned, but France promised! The American was quite content with the grumpy englishman by his side. He would open his eyes but he didn't want to ruin the moment. He knew as soon as he woke up Arthur would begin nagging at him about not being more careful. Outside he could hear the city streets roar with life as people rushed to avoid traffic, all the energy pretty soon became too much for the young nation. Alfred jumped up and reached for Arthur pulling him into a hug. Arthur squeaked in suprise when Alfred woke up with a jolt and hugged him knocking the wind out of him. It didn't take long to escape Alfred's slightly weak grasp. "Hey!" The young nation smiled at him. Arthur remained silent. Don't act out of character you git! Arthur thought to himself. "You idiot you fucking scared me!" Arthur yelled sitting back down. "Woah language!" Alfred answered settling himself back into the hospital bed rearranging the IVs. Alfred reached up to his face to adjust his glasses. No glasses. "Where the doodle is Texas?" Alfred asked. Arthur chuckled at the American's substitute for cuss words. He reached down to the ground where he saw Alfred's glasses fall earlier when he hug attacked him. He handed it to Alfred careful not to make any physical contact. "Oh, thanks dude!" He smiled again. Before things got awkward Dr. Henderson came in. "Well you seem to be doing better Mr. Jones." He said looking at his charts. "Yup!" Alfred responded sounding like a child. "Hmm."

"If you don't mind me asking," Arthur began. "when will he be able to go home." responded with, "Actually i was just filling out the papers for his release right now." Alfred smiled. "Finally!" he threw his arms up but winced in pain. "Calm down there Mr. Jones we still need to put that arm of yours in a sling." Alfred began to complain "But its fine! how am i supposed to play video games with only one arm?" It took so much self control for Arthur not to go over and slap Alfred in the back of the head. Instead he just interupted Alfred's complaining and told Dr. Henderson that he was being an idiot and he could continue with the procedure. "Very well." the doctor chuckled. "A nurse will be over in a minute to do just that." He left but not before looking back and glancing at Alfred then Arthur and giving a shake of his head. Arthur looked at Alfred giving him a shake of disapproval. "What?" Alfred said. "Must you always be such a child?" Arthur answered.

A few hours later the two were released from the hospital. Alfred took in a deep breath of the city air. "Well now what?" the american asked facing the other. "Well now I will go back to my hotel take a good and well needed nap then head back to my home." Arthur responded. Alfred frowned in disappointment. Arthur saw this and remebered the promise he made to himself. Damn a true gentleman never backs down from a promise. i'm going to have to take care of this insufferable git aren't I? he thought. "I guess I can hang around here for a while," Arthur said to the disappointed man. Alfred perked up smiling a little. "just until you get better." Arthur added. Oh no i'm making look like i'm staying for his sake... QUICK think of something! "Don't get the wrong idea I'm doing this for me not you!" Okay not entirely a lie. "Well FINE!" Alfred said. Both nations began walking in silence. "Why don't we just call a taxi?" Arthur said breaking the silence. Alfred looked at him as though he was the smartest man in the world. Once they got to Alfred's apartment he ran into the kitchen and got some ice cream. "Typical..." Arthur muttered. "So what we gonna do?
Alfred asked. "I'm going to take a nap." Arthur responded.

"But!"

"No buts."

"I want to watch a movie!"

The american smiled and ran to a giant glass bookcase full of movies and videogames. "Watch out for that arm of yours!" Arthur scolded and followed him. "Wow so many," After a few minutes of looking through Alfred let out an exagerrated sigh. "There isn't anything to watch!"

"What do you mean nothing to watch!" Arthur said. "You practically have every movie known to man in here!" He held back a laugh when he saw all the romantic movies Alfred had. "What?" Alfred asked noticing Arthurs smile. All Arthur did was point at the rather large section of romantics. "It's not what you think!" Alfred tried to cover it but hurting his injured arm in the process. "Ow."

"You git get your arse on the couch and i'll pick a movie."

"You don't tell me what to do!"

"Go!"

Alfred did what he was told and sat down on the black leather couch.

"Good..." Arthur said.

"You better pick a good one!"

"Oh don't you worry about that."

Arthur finally picked one and put it on. "I'm suprised you know how to use a DVD player!" Alfred chuckled. "Ha ha."

"So which one did you pick?"

"Just wait and see."

Alfred didn't like surprises. So he huddled closer to Arthur just in case he picked a really scary one just to see him wet himself. Arthur scooted a little away from Alfred. "Personal space." he said. Alfred pouted and watched the screen his eyes went wide when he saw the title of the movie "Titanic?"

"It's been a while since I've seen this." Arthur replied. "Me too," Alfred nodded in agreement. "We need snacks!" He said jumping up and running back into the kitchen.

The two got comfortable for the long movie. Arthur settled in a proper sitting postition with his legs crossed and his tea in his lap. Alfred leaning back on the reclining part of the couch his chips laying on his stomach and his drink in a cupholder. A while in the movie at the part when Jack was drawing Rose the two blushed deep red. And the next scene didn't make the awkwardness better Arthur almost choked on his tea when the sex scene appeared. Alfred instinctively closed his eyes at this point. "Is it over?" Alfred whispered. Arthur still had some trouble catching his breath. "y-yes." he responded. Both nations almost cried at the last scene. But the moment was soon ruined by Alfred. "Bitch knows there's room for Jack on that door right?"

"Alfred!"

"What?"

"Show some respect!"

" 's true!"

When the movie ended both agreed that they would not watch romantic movies with each other ever again. Alfred walked over to the window where the 'accident' occurred. Arthur didn't dare look the same direction. Instead getting up to clean up the mess Alfred has made. "Hey dude. come here." Alfred motioned with his good arm for Arthur to come. "I'd rather not." He said. "Why?" Alfred asked. "Um, it's nothing i'll be there in a bit." Arthur turned on the water and splashed some on his face some tears were beggining to form in the edges of his eyes and he didn't want Alfred getting the wrong idea. Arthur walked over to Alfred and looked down at the city the view was stunning. "Wow." Arthur exclaimed. "I know." For a while they both watched the city. New York the city that never sleeps. Arthur smiled for a split second.

"Hey Arthur?"

"Yes?"

Arthur replied the two men not looking at each other still enjoying the view of the city.

"I think..." Alfred began getting a deep shade of red.

"Hmm?" Arthur said now pressing his forehead on the cool window soothing his headache he had since the morning.

"I think..." Alfred repeated.

"You think what you git? Spit it out."

Arthur turned and looked and Alfred he was now doing as Arthur was doing and pressed his forehead into the glass.

"I love you"

hey! all my readers! sorry for delay with this one i had a slight writers block! and my new laptop doesn't have a word program that corrects your spelling so yeah!

i'm proud of this chapter! please review for more!

~TimeWastedAway