Author's Note: Sigh

Warnings: Character Death

"I don't want you to leave. Ever." Alfred started, weakly holding Arthur's hand.

"I am not going to leave you. When have I ever left you?"

"When you decided that Francis was a much better choice than me." That hurts, stabbing Arthur in the heart. The Englishman squeezes the American's hand a little harder.

"Well, I was stupid back then. I am here now and well, I love you." These words make Alfred smile that goofy smile. That smile makes happiness contagious. Everyone that saw it felt happier, Arthur especially.

"I love you Arthur. I am sorry Christmas is gonna suck this year babydoll."

"Don't say that. I know you made my Christmas special."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It's getting slower and slower. Alfred's heart maybe getting slower but Arthur's heart is getting faster and faster.

"Please, don't be mad at me." Alfred is crying. Arthur is on the brink of tears but holds strong. Holds strong just for the lover in front of him.

"I wouldn't ever be mad at you. You couldn't stop this." Arthur smiles, leaning down and pressing a nice little kiss on Alfred's hand.

Alfred shakes his head, moving the other hand to point to his lips. Arthur laughed, very weakly and pressed a nice kiss to Alfred's lips.

Beep. Beep.

The last sound rolls out; Alfred has left Arthur with a happy smile. That smile that brings everyone happiness; that smile that will forever be left in picture frames and memories. The smile that was so weak when the doctors told him that he had cancer. Arthur doesn't care what type but it meant a sure death. It was strange though because Alfred kept on smiling through it all.

The American never let Arthur see him cry; if he did cry then it was in private before Arthur had come from work. The Brit was not stupid, tear stains were on Alfred's cheeks. The only evidence that Arthur ever had shown that he knew was a kiss on the cheek. Nothing spoken or shown after that. It put Alfred in a relaxed state because Arthur just didn't push anymore.

Alfred just kept one smiling. Arthur was not surprised when he died with a smile on his face.

December 25, 2012

"Mon lapin! I have come with fruit cake for you!" Francis banged at the door and Arthur just hissed out words that held no venom.

"Oh shut your trap! I am letting you into my house even though you smell like that bloody cheese." Arthur opened the door of course, handed the fruit cake right off the bat.

The Frenchman was always like this, barging in and handing this to Arthur before he took of his shoes and coat. This time though, Francis took the cake away again and placed it on the counter closest to him. He proceeded to pull out a card; Arthur's full name was written on the envelope in beautiful letters.

"Oh what did you bring me this time!" Arthur growled but Francis stayed very silent. Eyes gazing at the floor, very uncharacteristic of the Frenchman.

Arthur opened the letter to be met with hand writing he hadn't seen in a very long time. Well, it felt like forever.

Dear Arthur,

I know you hate little letters. Well, I totally think you do but right now this is beside the point. I had a lot to tell you before I finally like kicked the bucket. One of which was this: Will you marry me? I know you are totally upset or like baffled right now but I have to explain this all to you. When I found out I was going to die, I was completely pissed off! I had been planning to marry you from day one. When I met you in that cafe, tea spilled over your favorite book, I totally knew that you were the one for me. I wanted to take you to my house, drink tea with you (even though I hate tea.) and I wanted to talk about all the wonders of the universe or some shit. But all good heros always have an obstacle and that was the fact you hated my guts at first. You thought I was really stupid. Which is totally understandable because you are really smart.

Anyway! I got to know you! You ended up liking me; I found out through Kiku and I like screamed out my happiness! Kiku set us up on that date and I ended up spilling coke all over myself. I was so embarrassed that it happened and I thought you would never talk to me after that but I took you back to my place. It was strange, I never thought I would get you in my bed so quickly but it happened.

Let me wrap this up, I love you. Even in death I love you. I wanted to marry you. I cried so many times because if you look in your presents this year there is a little black box hiding in the presents because I had it planned for months. I want you to be happy. If it means getting rid of the ring then so be it.

I love you. I will say it a thousand times.

I also want to say I am so sorry. No matter how many times you told me it was okay, I felt like shit. I am so sorry I left you alone.

Please, don't be mad.

All the kisses and love, Alfred F. Jones.

"Please, don't be mad. Idiot, I would never be mad at you." Arthur was in tears, holding the last words from his lover.

He was smiling though; smiling at the letter because all the happiness that Alfred had poured into the letter was contagious. All the sadness followed as well.

"Merry Christmas Arthur." Francis spoke softly.

"Merry Christmas Francis."

Author's Note: Thank you for reading.

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