I can't believe myself! If I hadn't kept that angel gun then I wouldn't be in so much trouble! I probably wouldn't have killed Francis . And Alfred… he wouldn't be left crying.

Arthur's eyes were a dark as he slowly crept up to his home; thinking about his crying, blue eyed angel lover. He got inside and went straight to his room and flopped onto the bed, face first, the gentle feathers breaking the impact like the clouds outside would do when you fell. He cried softly into his pillow, remembering how sad Al was. He slowly drifted into a painful sleep.

Alfred was in a restless sleep, waking up every hour or two. Arthur was on his mind, nightmares of the Brit falling into an abyss of darkness. Each time, Alfred heard a crunch of breaking bones before he woke up in a cold sweat. One dream gave him an idea of how to make sure his beloved Arthur wasn't in as much pain.

Maybe I can do that tomorrow. Just wait, Artie, we don't have to remain apart.

"I'm an amazing hero, Artie. Just wait, I will prove it tomorrow at noon." ALfred mumbled with a smile and dozed into a peaceful slumber.

Arthur woke with a start, looking around to see his slightly brightened room. The sun slowly rising outside was changing the sky's colors from midnight blue to the red-orange of sunrise, the clouds a cotton candy pink A heavy knocking of emergency sounded against his cloud door, gentle yelling resounding from the other side.

"Arthur, Arthur! Hurry up and get out here! We should watch the sunrise together!" The familiar voice kept saying. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but he was glad to hear the loud, yet gentle voice. He had only been dreaming about falling, a crimson liquid falling from his back, making wings of blue sky and blood. Each and every time he would feel the impact of the ground when his soul returned to his body from the realistic dream state.

"Alfred, calm down, I'm coming."

The sun was hiding behind a cotton cloud, making it look like the sunrise you would see in anime.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Alfred whispered.

"Yes…"

Alfred went behind him and rapped his arms around the thin waist. He put his chin on Arthur's shoulder. "I don't want you to leave. I have a feeling that it will be noon before we know it."

"I know…" He whispered back, "I wish I could reverse time and make sure I never had that angel gun."

"Where did you get it anyway?"

"Feliciano. He was in a panic and his brother was chasing him. He gave it to me and said 'don't let Lovino get this back!' and he bolted." Arthur commented.

" Arthur~! Alfred~! Ve~ I made something for you guys~!" Feliciano called, running towards them with Ludwig trailing behind. " Well, I didn't actually make it, I found it at the gates~!"

The energetic Italian stopped in front of the two and began to dig around in his letter bag. " I also have a letter for you, Alfred. Ve~? Who is Matthew~?" He brought out an envelope with a maple leaf on it and a polar bear postage stamp. He shrugged and handed it to Alfred.

"Anyway~! This thing I found at the gates is a peacock feather~! Isn't it pretty~? I wanted you two to have it~." He handed the blue, green, gold, and violet colored feather to them. All the colors were shining vividly, like a little rainbow in their hands. But towards the bottom, the feathers were a blood red. A reminder of what was to come.

"Thank you… I guess." Arthur said sadly, staring at the feather with sorrow in his eyes.

"Ve~? What's wrong? You don't like it~?"

" No, that isn't it."

Ludwig grabbed Feliciano's arm and began to drag him across the cloud ground, whispering the details of why Arthur and Alfred were a little upset at the moment. He didn't pay attention and waved happily to the pair.

"He really is clueless, isn't he?" Alfred whispered, waving back.

"Yeah…"

Just as Alfred suspected, time flew by. At eleven-o' clock, wrote a note for Matthew.

Dear Matthew,

This will be the last thing you hear from me. I'm sorry for everything I have done to you.

Please don't forget about me, even though I have forgotten about you so often.

I won't be coming home.

Good-bye forever,

Alfred F. Jones

He sighed and posted it on the door. Walking off with his head hanging low, he made his way to Arthur's house.