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I Love You

"Please Artie! I love you. Don't believe them!" Alfred yelled, crying a lot more than I was. I stumbled over to the corner farthest away from where I had just gotten tortured. I wanted to hold my shoulder to stop the blood from pouring out, but it burned so much still, so I didn't want to touch it.

I tried to ignore Alfred's cries, as I slowly made my way to the corner. My vision kept blurring in and out, and I was scared that I would black out. Who knows what Alfred would do to me if I was unconscious…I don't even want to think about it.

"Why won't you talk to me? Or… listen at least! You have to believe me!" Alfred cried out yet again. I was getting sick of his pleads. I don't know why he wasn't owning up to the obvious. When I finally reached the corner, I turned around, and laid my head back against the wall. I slowly slid down it, closing my eyes on the way down.

I opened my eyes to see that Alfred was already right in front of me. "Say something," he whispered, almost like he was desperately straining to hear my voice, like it was the only thing keeping him alive. I just wanted to focus on something else besides the pain of my shoulder, and Alfred wasn't helping.

I sighed, and decided that the only thing to get him to leave was to give him what he wanted. "Something," I said. I really didn't want to talk to him right now, so I hoped that that sent him a message. He instead laughed, and sighed out of relief. His breath was warm and hit my lips as he was kneeling right in front of me.

He sat completely down, crossing his legs, and said, "Arthur, you have to believe me. I don't know what those men showed you on my phone, but I assure you that I would never hurt you." I looked away from him, and laughed under my breath in disbelief. He sighed that I still wasn't willing to believe him.

I mean, could he really blame me though? There was evidence of what he did wrong, yet he was still trying to tell me that he didn't do it? I don't see how he could have not done it. He was having a conversation with the three men planning this whole thing. I snapped out of my thoughts, and looked to him to repeat everything that just went through my head.

I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped when I realized he wasn't staring at me. He was staring at my shoulder. "What?" I asked, worried, but in a quiet whisper so he didn't hear. I hadn't stared at my shoulder yet, afraid of what it looked like. It hurt like Hell though, and I guess he noticed that I was trying with all of my power to forget about it.

He smiled. Why the hell was he smiling? I am in pain, and this bloody wanker is smiling at me. He puts his pointer finger up at me and said, "Wait. Wait right here. I'm going to show you that you can trust me!"

He got up and ran to where the pieces of my shirt and jacket lay on the floor. He picked up a few pieces, examining all of them carefully. He threw some of them behind his back, but kept some off to the side in front him. When he was done looking through the pile and dividing them into groups, he started to look closer at the pile in front of him. Some strands were made of my jacket and some were made of my shirt. They were all long and big pieces. I started to get an idea of what he was doing when I eyed him closely.

He finally chose his favorite one out of the shredded pieces of fabric. It was a very long strip of my jacket. It probably used to be my sleeve, but was ripped in the torture session. He ran back over to me with the same goofy smile on his face. He stared at me, examining me, and asked, "Can I?" I looked away. I didn't want to answer him, but I wanted to see what he was going to do.

I guess he took it as yes, because a moment later I was feeling a minor pain in my shoulder. I looked down to see what he was doing, and to my surprise he was wrapping the cloth tightly around my shoulder. "What help will that do?" I asked, trying to sound ungrateful. I really didn't want a bad person like him to help me. Now he has the excuse that I owe him. What did he want?

"I am not sure, but I think this will help with blood loss. It may help prevent an infection, too!" He said, tying the cloth tightly over my wound. My shoulder felt like the burning rod was still on it. I was lucky enough to be able to move my arms. I was pretty sure I heard a crack. I hope I get out of here soon, so I can go check it out in a hospital. I should ask Alfred when he'll let me out.

"There. See? I helped you. I wouldn't do that if I was paying for you to be tortured," he said. I ignored him, thinking about many reasons why he would help me. I turned to him, and asked, "I think my shoulder bone cracked. I want to go to a hospital." He smiled. "When will you let me go?" I asked. His smiled faded. I think he was getting his hopes up that I was talking to him because I believed him.

"I don't know how. If I could I would. I told you that I had no idea this would happen. I also have no idea who those three guys are," Alfred said, getting serious. "Please," I started, but hesitated the rest of my sentence, fearing that he'd hurt me or tell his friends to hurt me again. But I continued, "Please just stop pretending. It is no use. I won't believe you."

A tear rolled off my bottom eyelashes and down my left cheek. Why was I crying? Nothing sad had happened. I stared at his eyes, and another tear came down my other cheek. I didn't want to wipe my tears away because I was afraid of touching the cut on my face. That still hurt, but definitely not as much as my shoulder, even though that was hurting less thanks to the cloth that Alfred wrapped around my arm.

Alfred looked straight into my eyes. When he saw that I was crying, he asked, "Arthur, why are you crying?" When he said that, I felt like the truth appeared in my mind. Why not just speak your mind even though you have no idea what you're about to say, right?

When I finally realized what was about to say, a brand new set of tears burst out of my eyes all at once. I leaned my head onto Alfred's chest. His warm chest and warm shirt was nice to touch after being shirtless in the freezing, Colorado air. As more tears fell, and fell onto his shirt, I said, "I just- I just don't know what to believe," shaking, "I want to believe you. I should believe you, it's just I don't know how to trust." Alfred pet my hair softly, and whispered, "Shh. I know it's hard. Just go with your heart though. It will know what is best."

I know I shouldn't have said this, but I said, "You're just saying that because you know my heart wants you. You did this to me," I pushed myself up from him, and got up, "I can never trust anyone. I can never trust you." He reached out his hand almost as if he was trying to pull me down my grabbing the air around me.

"You are just tired and hurt and scared. You are not thinking straight. You know I would never hurt you. Ever!" He sat up in front of me, and tried to grab my un-injured arm's hand.

I pushed him away with the little strength I had. Tears started to stream down his face. "What do I have to do to prove that I would never do this?" I looked away not answering. He was crazy. Why would he keep up the act so persistently? "Please Arthur. You know I am not like that." He pleaded. "Stop! I'm done! I don't know if you are like that or not because I don't. Know. YOU. You act like we have known each other for years, but it's been like what… four days?"

After I spoke, it was like we switched parts. He was quiet with no answer, and I had tears streaming down my face. I looked pathetic, but I was starting to feel doubt. Why am I feeling sad about yelling at him? Why do I… I won't admit it…. No, I have to. Why do I still love him? Why do I still see no hatred in his blue eyes? Why do I just want to cry into his chest again, and forget that this ever happened?

I feel like he read my mind because he jumped back at me, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder opposite of my hurt one, and pulled his chest to mine. He played with my hair with his chin and lips, and kissed the top of my head. He started to whisper, "I know it has only been four days, but I know that I love you. I know we haven't know each other our whole lives, but I know I want to love you for the rest of it. I know that I would never hurt you because I know that I would be the one hurting worse."

I decided. I know he didn't do it. I don't know how, but the men did something to make it look like he was having a conversation with them. I shouldn't have judged so easily. I didn't understand technology, because I only have an old blackberry. I hugged Alfred with my non-injured arm, and buried my head into his chest.

I kept repeating, over and over again, "I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I am so sorry…" He only hushed me, and said, "You have no right to be. You were tricked and weren't thinking straight." I pulled my head back to stare into his bright blue eyes again. I couldn't help but smile, seeing his face as innocent again. I know now that I am doing something that I thought I'd never do a few minutes ago. I am trusting him. With all my heart and soul actually. My life depends on trusting on him right now, and I feel like I made a great a choice.

Putting all those thoughts aside, I decided that there was one thing I wanted almost as much as getting out of here. I wanted his soft, sweet lips on mine. He had already started to lean in after he stared into my eyes for a few seconds. I love how we always thought alike.

Like always, I leaned in the rest of the ways, and pressed our lips together. His lips tasted like winter in a flavor. They were cold and sweet yet warm in my heart. His love was taking away from the pain in my shoulder. I felt like all of my pain and torture from before was slipping away.

I didn't want to open my eyes. I just wanted to stay in his arms, in his kiss, forever. He hesitated to bring his other arm up to me. He decided to just put his hand on my bare waist then touch my shoulder. Once he touched my waist, his lips twitched along with the rest of his face, and he pulled away. "What?" I asked, disappointed that he broke it so soon.

He stared at his hand, and said, "You are so cold." I had been trying to keep it in to seem strong, but I was in fact freezing. I felt like I couldn't move anything until that kiss warmed me up. The cold air was starting to sting against my skin as it blew into the cracks of the boxcar.

Just the thought of the word "cold" made me shiver. I crossed my arms to rub a light friction against my skin to warm myself up. "I'm fine," I murmured, trying to cover up the fact that my teeth were now starting to chatter. "You are shaking," Alfred admitted. I looked down at myself, and indeed I was. I hadn't even notice that! That bloody wanker knew more about me than I did.

"So?" I asked, trying to sound tough, but my chattering teeth ruined the effect. I wanted him to help me, but what was he going to do? Hold me? On second thought…maybe… No! No! No!. I will not sound like a pansy in front of him. "Do you want my jacket now?" Alfred asked, starting to take off his jacket. I noticed that he had short sleeves on underneath his jacket. I bet he was barely keeping warm by the fuzz inside the bomber jacket.

"No I do not. You need it too. Look at you! You would be in the same position that I am in right now if you gave that to me," I said, putting my hands behind my back to show him that I wasn't going to take it. He sighed, "You always were stubborn. I knew that from the first day I met you…" "Four days ago, Alfred. Four days ago," I reminded him. He smiled and let out a goofy laugh as he jumped at me, forcing the jacket around me.

I shrieked at the sudden movement, but then found myself fighting the jacket off of me. "You need it for yourself you idiot!" I yelled, as we both fell to the ground from Alfred pushing the jacket on my back a little too hard. Right before we hit the ground, Alfred switched our spots, so that he cushioned my fall. A pain shot through my shoulder, but I only silently winced because I didn't want to ruin the moment.

I giggled like Alfred to laugh the pain off. Alfred laughed louder, and said, "Sorry! But this just gave me an idea!" How could this give him an idea? What kind of idea? I just fell and he cushioned my landing. Were we going to be doing something that had to do with falling, and him catching me? That wouldn't be fun, considering the fact that falling hurts and people falling on you hurts too. But… it's Alfred, so I should probably expect something like that.

Alfred laughed again, and said, "I know that your shoulder hurts, but this might be my best idea yet. Why don't we just share the jacket?"

"If this is your best idea yet, then I am worried, Alfred." I joked.

"No! No!" he laughed, still holding me on top of him, "I mean. You can have one arm of the jacket and I'll have the other, and we can sleep like we did last night. It could be like a blanket for us, and conserve body heat!" I stared at him for a second. That was a pretty great idea. I was also excited to snuggle with him, so I said, "Well that seems like it would take forever to get in place, and I am tired, so let's just go to bed now."

He jumped back up, caring me with him, and said, "Ok! You should probably have the left side for your left shoulder and I can wrap my arm around your right arm without worrying about hurting you!" He brought me over to the corner of the room that we slept in last night. He slipped my left arm carefully into the left sleeve of his bomber jacket. He did the same for his right side.

The bomber jacket was surprisingly comfortable and loose for two people sharing it. Alfred wrapped his left arm around me, and said, "Now we can both be warm!" I blushed and looked away. I looked at his hand that was being concealed from the jacket. It was warm and wrapped around my waist. I couldn't help but put my hand over it as he started to sit down, pulling me down with him.

I looked back up at him to see him blushing with his normal smile spread across his face. "What?" I asked, returning the smile, just slightly less… Alfred. He laid back against the wall like last night, making me come down with him. He said, "Your eyes are shining again. I missed them." "They never left," I muttered, as I laid down next to him, being closer to the wall.

"I meant…" He said, gently rotating my body so he could spoon me, "They are happy. I love seeing your happiness through your eyes. I hate seeing you sad." I felt my cheeks turn a darker shade of red. We laid completely down, him making his body cup my own. I held his hand that was now hanging over my shoulder. He gripped my hand back tightly. In this position I knew for sure that I could trust him. I knew that I was safe.

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I woke up in the warm cocoon of Alfred spooning me. I felt his cold, short breaths touch my skin. His coat was a nice blanket around the both of us, and his body heat helped out too. I am truly grateful that he comes up with these great ideas. I tried to move, but a sharp pain in my shoulder told me not to.

I laid still for a few seconds, waiting for the sharp pain that just appeared to go away. I had totally forgotten about my shoulder until now. Alfred's hand of the arm under me was cupping my shoulder, so it didn't touch the ground. I felt like Alfred knew exactly what to do to make me happy and comfortable.

I didn't want to wake him up just yet. I wish we could stay like this forever… minus the hurting shoulder, the murderers, the cold wind, us being stuck outside, the boxcar, and the cut on my face. If we were at his house right now, laying like this on his King sized bed… Wow. That would definitely be the most perfect thing ever.

I looked down at our legs to see that he had put his leg over both of mine, and locked them in a hold between his legs. I didn't mind at all for it was comfortable and I felt protected. Speaking of protected or having to be protected… Where is Matthias and his murdering posse? I didn't care… In fact, I could care less if they ever show up again. I never want them to come near me again.

After last night, I am afraid of what is coming next. He kept saying that he was, "Just getting started". I don't want him to come near me, but I especially don't want him to come near Alfred. I know Alfred feels the same way. I read in a psychology book about how when someone wraps both their arms and legs around you it shows a sign of protectiveness, and that your partner may fear something bad is going to happen to you. It is mainly because in the night they had a dream where something bad happened, and they unconsciously went into that position, but I feel that for Alfred and me, our case is a little more real.

Alfred's breathing started to change, and his left arm shifted a little. I could tell he was waking up. I waited for him to fully wake up, which only took thirty seconds, when he said, "Arthur? Arthur! Good you are ok." "Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, smiling, as I looked up into his barely open, tired, blue eyes.

"Well…" he started, "I had a dream where you were chained up again, but this time there was no mercy. He never stopped torturing you, and you were unconscious. You were bleeding out in almost every area of your body, and I was chained up too so I couldn't do anything. Everything was blurry, and I couldn't breathe. Last thing I saw was them releasing you, and you just falling to the floor de-." I stopped him before he could say anything more. I said, "Nothing like that is going to happen. I am right here, and I will stay here, ok?"

Alfred nodded his head, hastily, and said, "Ok. Can we stay like this a little while longer? I want to treat every moment like it's our last." "Stop thinking like that…" I mumbled, "But yes. I wouldn't mind staying like this a bit more."

He snuggled up closer, if it was possible, so that everything from the top of his chin to the back of my heel touched. He sighed when he was comfortable, and said, "I love you." He nuzzled the top of his nose and mouth into my neck. I was ticklish there, so I started to laugh, trying to hold it in.

When he realized I was ticklish, he laughed at my reactions. "You're ticklish?" he said, almost in a threatening way. I slowly stared to him, and said, "Don't you dare." "Too late!" he yelled and he slipped me under him, and started to tickle my sides near my waist. He was teasing with only his left hand because his right hand was still protecting my shoulder. I love how even in his funny moments, he still thinking about my safety.

I laughed, as I tried pushing him off. My attempts failed because I was so weak and we were attached by a jacket. "Stop! Stop!" I laughed and pleaded. "Not until," he thought for a second, smiling as he was thinking of ideas, "I get a kiss from you!" "Oh you bastard!" I said jokingly, as I lightly punch his chest above me.

He laughed along with me. I stopped, and smiled at him, "Fine!" I blushed, but I didn't have time to feel the heat on my cheeks before Alfred did a push up, kissing me when he lowered. He stayed in his planking position. I don't know how he did that. I would fall after two seconds, but he stayed there for at least thirty seconds, just pressing his lips against mine.

When we broke it, he said, "Have I told you how much I love you?" "Once or twice," I joked. "That just won't do. I have known you for what, five days now? I should have told you at least… Fifteen-thousand one-hundred and thirty-two times. I have some catching up to do, don't I?" He joked. "Well then you better start now," I replied back.

His smile increased if possible. Then he lightly laid on top of me, and brought his left hand to my hair, brushing it out of my face. He kissed my lips for a short second, and said, "I love you!" He kissed my unscarred cheek, and said again, "I love you!" He repeated this over and over again, kissing various parts of my face and neck.

"What number am I at now?" he asked, gasping for breath. "Thirty-seven I think. A few more to go," I joked. "Really? Oh! I'll just save the rest for tonight," he said, smiling like he had some evil plan. I blushed and looked away. He rolled off of me, still holding my shoulder.

Gosh, I love him! "Alfred?" I said, looking at the ceiling of the boxcar. "Ya?" he responded.

"Can you do me a favor and help me turn on my side so I can face you?"

"Sure," he said, turning me so I could see his face. He turned to face me also, "Why?"

"Because," I said, wrapping my arm around him, "I don't want you to have all the fun!"

I pulled myself up to his lips, and surprised him with a kiss. At first I couldn't feel him kiss back. I was worried he didn't like it because I wasn't always the best kisser, but then I felt his hands on my cheeks, and his lips return my actions.

I pulled away to say, "I love you!" but was soon pulled back into a kiss by him. He scooted closer, touching his chest to mine. He smiled on my lips, and said, "I want to be with you forever, ok?" I smiled, "Ok." He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, so it would be easier to kiss me.

Half way into doing this action, I felt my shoulder shoot a pain that went throughout my neck, chest, and arm. I cried from the now long lasting, sharp pain going through the upper half of my body. Alfred freaked out, putting me back into my place. "I am so sorry! I lost myself, and forgot about your shoulder." "Its fine," I say trying to forget about the pain. What's worse is that I haven't eaten in days.

At first it didn't bother me, because I was being distracted by Alfred, but now with the pain in my upper body, I feel like I am going to throw up. I tried breathing slowly, but I couldn't do anything but hyperventilate. "It's going to be ok. Everything is going to be fine. Just please hang on, ok?" Alfred yelled to me, but it all sounded muffled, just like my vision.

"I'm not dying you bloody git. It's just this damned shoulder. Just wait one second," I said, slurring my words. I tried my best to dictate more, but I was shivering for many reasons, and my teeth were chattering. I felt tears on my face. Were those mine or Alfred's?

I closed my eyes, and started to feel my mind go to rest. I was only falling asleep. At least I felt like I was going to sleep. I certainly didn't feel like I was dying, but what did dying feel like?

A/N: I am so sorry I didn't post this yesterday. I was *insert typical excuse here* and that is why I didn't post it. I am sorry… please don't hurt me! I didn't get many reviews last chapter, and that was disappointing… thank you to those who reviewed though. YOU DA BOMB. So anyway, this chapter was kind of a filler chapter. I basically decided to not make Alfred the bad guy because this is a USUK fic, and I just can't see Arthur falling for Alfred if he is worse than Hans *COUGH COUGH* (The jerk from Frozen) *COUGH COUGH* Next chapter will be posted this weekend! I want to space them out now because I want this to last longer! PLEASE REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thank you