encased in a warmth so comforting it was impossible to feel the loneliness that usually seeps into his heart, Arthur dreamt, not of sadness, not of fun, not even of Alfred. His dream consisted of colours and a warm feeling that buzzed in his chest when the blue and green coiled around each other, finally he was at peace, finally there was nothing to worry about, and until the time was to come that he must wake he would keep it that way.
America glazed his eyes looked over the slight smile on Arthurs face and blushed, the brit had fell asleep as he walked back to the hotel; asleep in his arms which of course made the american happily flustered and equally worried, arthur had been through alot and now it was finally his chance to take care of him... maybe even prove himself as a hero...? hopefully so. Alfred had but the brit on his bed when reaching his room, the brit's injuries were easily treated though the mess they had caused was alarming, they struck a severe amount of guilt into america'd brain god dammit i shouldv'e found him sooner, i could've saved him, but i always leave it too late, let him hurt too much, and when i'm finally there all i can do is apologize... he winced at the attacks of his own mind and took a deep breath, he lent down and pressed a kiss to Arthur's pale forehead, England's smile broadened and america grinned at the accomplishment before lying down next to the brit... screw the awkwardness the morning will bring, i need my cuddlesand wrapping his arms around his waist giving a chuckle and drifting into sleep
OOOooOOOooooOOOOOooooOOOOOOOOoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo oooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
rain, pouring, blood stains dead, havoc, fear some one help i didn't want this... and finally a familiar figure in red, i run towards him and he breaks to ribbons at , my feet, they rise and swirl around me muffled sobs in the distance becoming feral growling, the ribbons making a man then... a beast... terrified i run i run away. What felt like hours later i reach the same familiar figure only now hes in green and hurt, the bombs fall around the figure and he whimpers, his clothes begin to change; more modern, but at the same time the man becomes more broken, sobs and tears becoming fixed expression.
it fades to black. it over.
a crash of lighting a, a pained smile, the beast crushes its jaws over the figure in the temporary light.
it wasnt over, that was a lie...OOOoOoOooooOOooOooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOo ooooooooooooooooooo
Alfred shot up from where he had been lay, sweat dripping down his forehead and tears from his eyes rolling down his cheeks, he frantically wiped them and checked that england was asleep, thankfully he was
Alfred made his way to the bathroom and curled in the corner, his head hurt like crazy and his eyes stung, it only escalated into full scale sobbing once the first few whimpers made themself known
wooooah update, a freakin sad one, id like to think that this chapter is better written than the previous even though its short, tell me in a review yes no maybe plz? and let me know if you like the update and all that jazz, ive been working on my english skills and i want to improve even more so all tips are welcome, thank you SO much for whoever took the time to read this, even up to here i love you so bad now go do some things and make me proud, bye bye xx