AN: So you all happy with the last chapter huh? I love the slight breakthrough due to Francis being fed up and forcing them to talk against their wills. It almost worked too. Damn Arthur!

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Arthur got in his car but, he didn't go home. He didn't want to go home. It was obvious that Alfred still couldn't stand to be in a room with him. It was obvious that Alfred still didn't want to talk.

Arthur couldn't deal with the emotional turmoil that all of this was causing. He just wanted to be away from all of the problems. He just needed to do something that would take his mind off of everything.

The problem was; Alfred was constantly on Arthur's mind. He knew that the American was still hurt from what he had done years before hand. He knew that Alfred was just pretending to be uncaring. Alfred didn't care about Arthur; he just cared about the pain. Arthur couldn't stand that knowledge any longer.

It was all his fault. Everything that happened was his fault. He lost the love of his life and was having problems getting him back and it was his fault.

Arthur knew that he had to calm down and head home. He also knew that much of this turmoil was caused by the flashback. He still remembered what it was like when Alfred first left him. At least the pain was bearable now. It wasn't perfect but, he could take the pressure of it all know.

Arthur took a few deep breaths and began to drive in the direction of his home. He was by no means calm or relaxed. He was completely in a daze. He didn't want to deal with the flashbacks right now. He just wanted to get Alfred back.

Arthur parked in his driveway and walked into his house. He pulled out his phone and called Francis. "Hey… I need your help."

"What is it Angleterre?"

"I… I need to get Alfred back. Just talking to him isn't working."

"Just have patience Mon Cher. It will work itself out if you talk things out with him."

"I can't wait. The memories are coming more often and I just want them to go away Francis…" Arthur sobbed.

"Arthur… Alfred told me that he's going to talk to you from time to time. He's going to talk to you at the next world meeting. Just give it some time. If it gets to hard to sleep with all of the memories… well just relax and take two sleeping pills."

Arthur nodded but, then remembered that Francis couldn't see him through the phone. "You just gave me a brilliant idea."

Francis realized something in that instant. Arthur wasn't stable. He wasn't doing well because of the flashbacks that he'd been having. He was planning something and it wasn't good. "Don't do anything stupid."

Arthur chuckled darkly. "No promises Francis."

He hung up the phone.

Walking into the kitchen, Arthur searched through his liquor cabinet. He really didn't care what he took out. He just needed the alcohol to calm himself down.

He grabbed the sleeping pills out of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

With the two items in hand, Arthur walked back into his room and lay down on the bed. "I'm not going to dream about Alfred tonight. I'm not going to dream at all tonight. I'll deal with all of this tomorrow."

He grabbed a handful of sleeping pills and stuffed them in his mouth. He chased the pills down with alcohol.

The drowsiness came fast. He felt his head get lighter and his eyelids heavier. He heard a car outside but, didn't care.

Arthur heard his front door open but, it didn't matter at that point. He wasn't thinking anymore. He didn't have to think. The liquor was doing that for him.

"Arthur!"

That was the last thing he heard before the world went black.


AN: Short, not the best… writers block really sucks. I do have the next chapter in mind though. It should be a lot easier to write then this one was.

I hope you guys like that cliffhanger! What is happening?

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