Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Note: I would be using their character names, mostly. This is an AU fic—a very AU one. Also, I would like to apologize early for any out of character behaviour and/or poor plotting.

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A second after that, Arthur had jumped out of the room.

Unexpectedly, the Englishman had embarrassingly forgotten himself in the abode. He had stomped his way over to one side of the hallway, and he then recalled that the room he was looking for was on the other end.

He needed to calm down; getting riled up would only complicate things. Arthur had stopped in his tracks to take in a deep breath. His eyes soon faced the empty hall that he was in, but his perspective was slightly different. "Had you known about this, drunken sprite?"
"There had been a lot of things we talked—"
"You were listening to the bloody conversation."
"…I knew for a while, yes."
"Why did you not tell me?"
"You simply did not ask."
"I have no time for games."
"That is why I am the one given such luxury, dear foreigner."

Arthur had once again managed to control himself. The Englishman could not risk creating such a commotion—he knew that it was both unnecessary and inconvenient. Alfred would not cease to bombard the man with questions, he believed. Finally looking at his side, he saw the jolly man with a smiling expression on his face. "Why are you smiling?"
"It is interesting to see what you would do."
"What do you think I shall do?"
"I rather not tell you."
"You are a bastard, as always."
"The same thing goes for you."

The smiling man had suddenly burst out into fits of laughter—the hearty sound could only be heard by the Englishman, though. In an instant, both his image and laughter soon faded away. Arthur had heard distant footsteps at what was presumed to be the front door of the home.

Unlike the cheery man that had recently left, Arthur was still in a foul mood. The Englishman had thought about why he was acting as such, but he didn't care anymore. All he focused on was the quiet host of this wooden fortress.

This was really pulling the poor man in multiple directions.

Finally reaching his destination, he found Kiku still with both Matthew and Alfred. The Englishman decided to make it as casual as possible and take away the other man with no fuss, at all. That was simple enough.

Walking towards the three of them, the small Canadian was the first one to recognize him; the other child, though, was the one who announced the man's presence. Ignoring the boy's loud greeting, Arthur had looked directly at the other man.

Kiku looked over his shoulder, stared briefly and rudely looked away—Arthur's spirit had somewhat dampened.

Also ignoring what had just happened, the Englishman asked Kiku if they could talk somewhere else for a moment. The Japanese man nodded curtly (after what seemed to be a long stretch of a minute) and told the two children that it won't take long—more of Arthur's will had started to become swayed.

Weirdly enough, it was Kiku who had led them from the perplexed two. After a few moments of silence have passed, both he and Arthur were once again in the Japanese man's own room (the Englishman had entered first). The small tray from last night, as Arthur had remembered, was now found at a corner of the room—the place looked a bit desolate without the mattress that was there. The whole thing was just this one wide, open space.

The memory of the night before was undeniably on both minds, but neither of them had bothered to bring up the subject. Nevertheless, what Arthur would like to talk about was indeed related to that event. The minute he entered the other's room, however, the Englishman had realized that he had exactly nothing to say.

What a well-thought man, he is.

With Kiku soon looking at the Englishman—after some hesitation, the smaller man's expression was bemused at the other's apparent uneasiness. Arthur had jumped glances from the other's eyes to the empty walls of the room they were in. He could only bring up cynical thoughts of the smaller man concerning about what might happen next; his mind was fixed on the fact that the other would die soon.

Nothing else seemed to have invaded his mind.

He did not take note of the other's growing concern for the Englishman; he did not become aware of his slight quaking from all those nightmarish daydreams; he did not notice the small American peeking in through the open door; he had lost track of what he was certainly thinking about—to make everything much simpler, Arthur had lost all senses (and possibly sensible thought).

If he were to be a weaker man, he would be crying right now. Though he decided not to do so, his rather nervous trembling would not stop occurring all throughout his body.

Slowly, both of his hands were on either shoulder of the smaller man. Kiku had then asked unheard questions to the Englishman, but Arthur would only start to move closer to the other. He wasn't listening; he did not even see the Japanese man's eyes widen in a mix of panic and surprise.

In the next moment after, Arthur had soon embraced the smaller man. Kiku had tried his luck at pushing the taller man away from him, but the Englishman's hug would only grow more firm than before. More quiet demands were coming out from the Japanese man—it still had no effect at the other, whatsoever.

As if to make the struggling other stop in his arms, Arthur had whispered something that he swore nobody else would hear (even if they were to be right beside them). "Please...stay with me."
"…urts…I cannot brea—i-it hurts…Arthur."

Kiku's voice had become quivered; he was in pain. The smaller man instantly cradled his stomach—he then moved one hand to cover his mouth. His face was deeply flushed, and his eyes were closed but already brimming with tears.

Dumbly, Arthur had loosened his hold on the smaller man and asked if the other was alright. Kiku had gone slightly limp in the other's arms; Arthur had noticed a moment after (he also thought that he heard small footsteps out in the hallway). Immediately panicking, the Englishman had looked at the other with deep apprehension. He could not support the other man's back on the door since it wasn't even closed, so he went with supporting the other with his embrace.

As if on cue, Yao had appeared while somewhat mumbling words of letting him handle everything. You could see that the man was walking in an almost sluggish manner—it made the Englishman worry even more. The man soon took Kiku away from Arthur's arms and hurried the Japanese man away to wherever room of the home.

Two children soon stood in front of Arthur. Alfred had dared to look up at the man's unexplainable cold eyes. "Will Kiku be ok?"

The Englishman had then collapsed on his knees.