"Alfred, get away from there, you'll get hurt! It's dangerous!"

"Come on England, stop worrying so much, I'm not a baby. I'm fine"

"I'm immortal."

"Even immortal people can get hurt. Please come down now." But decades old Alfred just resumed his climbing of the wall of the house.

If he slipped, he would fall directly below and cut himself badly. There was also the chance of him getting stuck up there and Arthur having to talk a crying child down since he didn't have a ladder. Even if he did get one, Alfred could slip at any second. While Alfred was looking upwards, Arthur kicked the wall, sending the child down and into his hands.

He closely hugged the child in his arms and cradled him, vowing to protect him from harm.

"I love you, so don't scare me like that again. Even the great gods can hurt themselves, and while you're immortal, you're not a god."

"I understand the lecture, but could you please let me go?"

"Only if I don't have to stop you from doing stupid things anymore."

Once again he held the unknowing lad in his arms, after trying to bring him back from what perhaps wasn't as dangerous as being with him. He also felt uncertain that he knew what to do, or even if he could protect him. "Maybe Francis was right" he muttered softly, starting to lay the boy back on the bed. Maybe he wasn't supposed to be with Alfred anymore, that even though they had known each other longer that most people lived. It was simple, leave Alfred alone, but he just didn't want to do that.

Broken like a vase, you just couldn't put it back together, even though he love-\

England shook his head.

Of all the things that important to him, he never gave up on. If he wanted someone, he would ignore God's words to do so.

But not enough to stop the gangrape, though. Even though he wanted to stop it, he didn't. Yet somehow, he was kidnapping him, and that proved his love for him. In any story, he would be the villain, even though the villain almost always hates the hero. Like dark chocolate, their relationship was bittersweet at best, and flavorless when anything comes down to wash it away. He didn't know how long it was like that, or to what extent. He tried to lay Alfred back down, but he slipped and almost fell again. Arthur, even though he wasn't that strong, hugged him and cushioned his blow as they fell to the floor.

Alfred was unconscious, so he couldn't feel the pain. He wasn't even face down, so it wasn't like his glasses would break. But he still shielded him anyway. No matter how bitter, he still loved Alfred.

… Maybe that was why he was kidnapping him.


My school was giving out books from the library. One of these was "Target" about a boy dealing with his gangrape. When I searched for it online, I saw a book called "Gangrape: A Love Story", which is about a family coming closer and dealing with the fact that the mom was gangraped, and the teenage daughter was forced to watch. This is where I got the title. On the paper I written the rough draft on, I drew hearts on it. Lovey and twisted. Just like the title and Arthur. Please review, because as of 11/29/15, I have only gotten one review, and it was a question.