Onee-chan Nightray: I have retyped my name like 50 times. I can't delete a letter without the whole document being destroyed. Oh wait, lemme try. Yay~ it's like fixed even though it's not broken \(^.^')/ oh yeahh~ polish comedyy. But, um yeah. This is like the last chappie. And it's like fucking out, and I wonder why the hell we don't get snow during the winter... I can't stay cool without looking like a whore, no offense to whores. Meh. After I type this, I gotta work on the chappie for my other joint account && start sewing a France cosplay. Bah. Neh. Weird sounds~ X3
Last Chappieeeee~
Arthur watched with his mouth agape as Francis hit Alfred unconscious. He had forgotten completely about everything during those moments he was in Alfred's arms. There was nothing more that he wanted other than having Alfred's tounge in his mouth, Al's hands on his waist, and tangling his own hands in that American's hair.
He felt as if all the emotion, tenderness, and love have been drained from him. He would have no more of this. When Francis turned to face him, the remains of the glass bottle in his hand, raised high, Arthur stood defiantly, not flinching. When the bottle was about a few inches from his head, Arthur ducked and swung one leg right into Francis's knee. That caused Francis's knee to give out and he fell to the ground. Francis stared at Arthur in shock, he had never expected this. But when he realized Arthur was a pissed little Brit, he started screaming.
In Arthur's world, there was no sound. The blood rushing in his head didn't allow him to hear Francis. He raised his foot and kicked Francis in the stomach, which probably left a bruise bigger than Matthew's. Francis gasped as he felt the impact at his stomach. Looking into Arthur's eyes, he realized that the Brit had snapped. His usuallly soft, determined, green eyes were now on fire with anger.
Francis struggled to his feet, swaying back and forth. He growled, Arthur was supposed to be submissive. As he raised his one hand to punch Arthur, He was thrown off his feet with a punch that had gone to his jaw.
"What do you...think you're doing?" Francis managed to gasp, wincing and holding his jaw.
"Paying you back, for everything." Arthur darkly said, grabbing a shard of glass that was lying on the ground and crouched by Francis's face. "Where should I start?" The Brit whispered, tracing the Frenchman's jawline with the sharper end. Francis shivered at the touch of the cool glass. Arthur smiled down at Francis, "Don't worry, you won't be cold for long. Soon your own blood will warm you."
Francis gasped. "A-arthur..S-stop...Y-you can't!"
"Oh but I can." Arthur responded, and suddenly the glass was imbedded into Francis's jaw. He screamed as the blood ran down his neck. Arthur put his hand over Francis's mouth. "Don't scream darling." He whispered, and Francis started squirming. The glass shard, started digging into his neck, squirting blood, and then Arthur traced a deep bloody line across Francis's throat. "Hush now and go to sleep." He said, and watched as Francis slowly started squirming, his body went limp, and his eyes turned glassy.
Arthur smiled at the corpse for a few minutes, until he realized that Alfred was still there. He looked at the American, the anger and hate gone. However he had no remorse, nor would he ever remember what had happened. Because in the end, the human mind has a way of forgetting the worst, but only in the aftermath.
Picking up the American, with the strength no one would ever know he had, he carried him to the street, and called 911, praying that he would survive.
Epilouge
Feliks skipped down the hallways of the academy, Toris was behind him, smiling at his behavior. Since the party, they had gotten back together. They were on their way to eat ice cream. In the room they just passed, Lukas and Mathias sat. The divider still up, but Mathias wasn't on his side of the room. He sat napping on Lukas's couch while Lukas himself was laying across his lap, nonchalantly reading a book. Farther down the hall Gilbert was hugging Matthew while he was making pancakes, distracting him once in a while with a kiss. Out in the garden, Romano and Antonio were working in their own tomato patch. A little bit to the left, underneath a willow tree, Kiku and Hercules were playing with cats.
Out on the patio, Elizaveta sat, smiling sadly, full of hope that one day Roderich would care, as he played a peaceful melody on the piano. She thought, that maybe, just maybe, that was the way he showed he cared.
Alfred survived Francis's attack, and had a happy relationship with Arthur.
Onee-chan: I have a vague feeling this was like the most serious chappie, but ya know, I could be wrong...Polish vampires...smh...dont ask...well you can...whhatttt? idk. Ik this is shot but i hope its good enough
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