It took a lot of convincing, but finally, Yao and Kiku allowed Alfred to go with them to find Arthur. Sitting cooped up in his room when Arthur was missing was not the way he wanted to spend his day. God knows how many crazies were out there. He had to make sure Arthur was safe.

Yao had wrapped the wound expertly and it hardly hurt. Sure, there was a pull here and there, but it was nothing extremely painful. Plus, Alfred was the type who would never admit to being in any pain. This is something that worried the two Asians, but they said nothing as they ran out the door.

The first place they looked was the park where Alfred and Arthur were earlier. Arthur was no where to be found, but they asked the people if they had any idea what the gunshots were about. No one knew anything about the shooting or where Arthur was. So, they continued down the street, Alfred growing more and more panicked as the hours went on.

"Alfred-kun." Kiku tapped Alfred on the shoulder as he ran. "Are you really that worried about Arthur? I do not mean to be rude, but it seems that you just met him. Is he very important?"

Alfred paused for a moment to catch his breath before breaking back into a run. For a moment he said nothing, trying to think up a response. "Kiku, I told you: I honestly think I'm in love with him," he said solemnly, "And even if he doesn't love me back, I need to know he's safe. Someone is after him and I have to save him. I'm going to be a real hero; just like in those video games."

Kiku smiled a Alfred and said nothing. He had gotten the answer he both expected and liked. It was about time Alfred found someone he loved. And by the looks of it, Arthur seemed to be pretty fascinated with the American as well.

Yao who was leading the group paused. "One more block aru," he panted, "Then we turn around and go home for the night. It's getting dark and we don't want to be out here when it's so dark aru." Alfred shot him a worried and panicked look and the man glared back. With a sigh, Alfred continued walking, panting for air. That is, until he heard a shout.

Arthur was lying on the ground, blood pooling around his body. He glanced up at the man and glared. He had been beaten, stabbed, and ridiculed. He opened his mouth to speak, but ended up coughing.

"Not so tough are we, huh?" he man sneered. "What? Expecting someone to come save you? How about that American you were with earlier? Ha! Like he'd come for you. You're pathetic, expecting someone to actually love you like that." Arthur glared, feeling tears dot his eyes.

"He better not… Bloody come for me," he forced out weakly, "I… Don't want him to.. Get hurt."

This only caused the man to laugh harder. "Isn't that sweet?" he smirked, "You are just too kind." He wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Now maybe he'll be at your funeral." With that, he kicked the poor beaten man who let out a cry of pain. That was when he heard footsteps.

The other heard the footsteps too, but continued to kick and punch him. Arthur continued to yell, figuring that if there was someone really there, they could help. If not, he would die anyway. Adding to the shouting was the man, yelling at him to shut up. Arthur refused.

Opening an eye slowly, he looked out at the street through blurry eyes. He gasped. He swore he saw Alfred running towards them. "A… Alfred," he coughed before his eyes closed and he slipped out of consciousness. It was probably just a dream. Alfred wouldn't come get him. He was… Pathetic.

"Artie!" Alfred roared, charging at the man. Instead of scooping up the battered Brit, he crashed into the mafia member with all his weight, sending him tumbling to the ground. Through his utter rage, he was able to grab the knife and insert it in the evil man's thigh.

The man yelped, jumping up in anger and pulling out the knife. The blood splattered everywhere, staining the cemented sidewalk. He held the knife up to Alfred's chest and waved it around warningly. Alfred ignored the warning and balled his hand into a fist before sending it into the man's face. He smiled when he thought he heard a crack.

The man reeled back, grunting, but refusing to give up so soon. He charged at the American, but Yao jumped inbetween them, a leg raised in the air. In a single movement, he kicked his leg, sending the man back into a nearby wall. Kiku came up by the man and grabbed his wrists, holding onto him. Yao rushed up and grabbed the knife away.

Finally, Alfred calmed down panting and breathing heavily. The wound on his shoulder had opened, staining the once clean bandages red. Kiku tried to hold onto him as best he could, but the mafia man jumped and ran away, limping as a trail of blood followed him. As much as Alfred wanted to run after him, he stopped and knelt down to Arthur.

He took his bruised body in his hands and listen for a heart beat. It was there and regular, thankfully, but his breathing was labored. "Artie… Artie wake up! Come on dude!" Alfred called, shaking him gently.

It took a few moments, but finally the Brit slowly opened his eyes. Peering up into crystal blue eyes, he smiled a little. "A… Alfred," he tried, but ended up coughing. Alfred frowned and placed a finger to his lips.

"Don't talk," he said, "You're hurt. Let's just get you home. You'll be alright."

"Alfred, what are you-" Arthur asked, ignoring him. Alfred glared and held him close. A hot emotion built up in his body and he pulled Arthur to him, kissing his lips softly. Yao and Kiku watched, amazed as Kiku pulled out his camera phone. Yao frowned at his younger step-brother, but Kiku ignored him.

Arthur's eyes widened from the sudden kiss, but soon he grew used to it and settled. He felt his eyes closing and his body growing limp and tired. Coughing again, he was forced to break the kiss. He buried himself into Alfred's chest and coughed. The taller blonde rubbed his back before shrugging off his bomber jacket and placing it around him to protect him from the rain. Picking him up, he held him close with a fierce protection. Standing, he turned to his Asian friends and smiled at Kiku's camera before his face grew serious.

"We need to get him home now," Alfred stated simply looking at Yao. "He'll be alright, though… Right?" Yao looked at him for a moment before sighing and shrugging.

"It's hard to tell now aru," he admitted, "I don't know the extent of his injuries. But you're right; we need to get home." With that, the group turned and ran, Alfred leading the way by a few feet. Arthur coughed and sputtered, beginning to loose consciousness. Alfred held him, trying to keep him sheltered from the rain that was pounding everywhere, soaking their bodies to the bone.

Arthur struggled to keep his eyes open. He tried to focus Alfred's bright blue eyes or his determined face. The pain was immense, though, and he felt so, so tired. Alfred paused and glanced down at him, smiling slightly.

"Rest, Artie," Alfred told him, "We'll be home real soon and then Yao will fix you up and we can go somewhere fun! Like to dinner, alright? I'll take you wherever you wanna go, kay?"

Arthur nodded, closing his eyes and coughing a little. "I told you... Don't call me 'Artie,'" The Brit mumbled before falling into a deep sleep.

"Nothing's broken, so that's good. But he's badly hurt and bruised. There are a lot of stab wounds and cuts. He was also out in the cold for a while and didn't you say he had a bad cold when you found him? He might contract a fever, so we'll have to keep an eye on it aru. I think he'll be alright, though, but only time can tell at this point."

Alfred sat on the couch with Kiku playing some action video game. After drying off and having his wound cleaned and the bandage changed by Kiku, he had tried to get his mind off of the hurt man by playing some games, but he couldn't focus. Kiku beat him every time; even on the level he always won. This caused his raven haired friend to worry, but he didn't say anything.

Yao had been with Arthur in Alfred's bedroom for a few hours causing Alfred to grow extremely worried. He tried to keep his mind on other things, though, and didn't want to think of the possibility that he could loose Arthur.

"That's good," Alfred tried to smile, "Can I see him?"

Yao shook his head. "No, you can go to sleep aru," Yao said placing his hands on his hips. "It's almost midnight. Now go to bed."

"Aww, Yao!" Alfred whined, "You're not my mother!"

"No, but I'm your doctor, aru," Yao glared, "Now go to sleep! Kiku and I will stay here for the night." Alfred frowned and Yao sighed. "I'll make you breakfast…" Yao offered. The younger man's face instantly brightened.

"Good night, Kiku! Night Yao!" He called, standing up and walking through the hallway. Alfred continued right through the hall and does not stop at his guestroom. Instead, he kept going and entered his room.

"I told you to go to bed!" Yao shouted.

"I am!" Alfred called. Yao smacked his head with his palm and Kiku grinned, pulling out his phone. The older Asian grabbed it and turned it off, tossing it back on the couch with a glare. Kiku smiled sheepishly and turned back to the television.

Alfred crept quietly into his room, being sure to not wake Arthur. He came around to the side of the bed the Brit was laying. He looked down, and brushed the hair out of Arthur's eyes. His face was flushed with a fever he no doubt would be slightly worse in the morning, but Alfred didn't care. Well, he cared, but he was just happy that Arthur was alright.

He knew it was weird and if Arthur woke up, he would beat him into next week, but he couldn't help it. Arthur looked so small laying on the large bed. So Alfred pulled back the covers and got in next to Arthur. He wrapped himself around the sleeping Brit and held him close. Sighing, he quickly fell asleep, smiling, and not caring if Arthur got angry at him. He was going to have his night.

Yes, Alfred is being a bit selfish and rash, but I honestly think that he is sometimes.

I agree that I might be going a bit too fast with this, but I'm trying to go with the "love at first sight" theme. I think I need to work on that, though. I'm really failing, aren't I Dx

Anyway, thank you for your continued support and reviews~ I have actually gotten another idea for a USUK fic that involves M-Preg and Zombies :D /SHOT. I'm... Uh, not kidding. But I'm not going to really work with it until I finish Through the Silence :3

So, review if you have the chance! It makes me so, SO happy :3 I love you all~ Thank you all so, so much!