Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Yes, this is the last chapter. Now, I know I said I love reviews, but, I didn't expect people to get as upset as you guys did. And, I know the thought of death and the like isn't something enjoyable to read about, but this story isn't about England and America. It's not about nations. It's about actual human beings. Everyone dies eventually and we have to learn to deal with that. It does get better, I promise that much! But Arthur Kirkland is dead. And will stay dead. Alfred has Mattie to worry about so, think of it from that perspective. What will Mattie do if Alfred attempts suicide? You can't just think of how a death will affect Alfred and that Arthur can't die because it's against the rules of love or whatever. And just because Arthur is gone, doesn't mean Alfred can't love again. You'll see what I mean. This will have a happy ending! I swear!
Alfred had been living in the UK for almost three years now. The house that once belonged to his one and only beloved was now his. Matthew called all the time to make sure he was okay. Sometime this month, the Canadian would make a trip to come see how he was feeling with everything. It was safe to say that Alfred had been going through life on autopilot. He didn't want to accept that his lover, his Arthur, was dead.
He was walking home from work, the same road him and Arthur walked down that morning, staring down at the sidewalk. His hands were balled into tight fists in his pockets. After he found out about Arthur's death, closing his eyes meant replaying every single memory he'd ever had of the Brit. He hated sleeping. He hated daydreaming. He hated living. Simple as that. But he wouldn't kill himself, no that was the cowards way out. No pride in that. Arthur had gone down knowing that it was to protect his country. His people. What right did Alfred have to do such a cowardly thing?
As he was lost in thought, he bumped into a small figure that he hadn't noticed. The figure hadn't noticed him either, his nose stuck in a book. Upon the head-on collision, the book the smaller of the two was reading was tossed into the air as the other was thrown down onto the ground. Alfred looked up finally, amazed he had run into someone. He hardly ever met anyone on this road at this time of the day.
"Sorry, dude, I did-"
Green eyes.
"Oi, you should watch where you're going! Stop staring at the ground like a total git!" The boy stood up and brushed himself off, green eyes boring holes into Alfred.
Alfred looked the younger over. He looked exactly like Arthur except for the fact that this boy had black hair and not blonde. And those eyes... They were exactly the same. The same fire. The blonde bent down and picked up the book, about to hand it to the boy.
"I could have picked t up myself, thank you!" He swiped it from Alfred, brushing the book off as well.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you. What's your name?"
Green eyes narrowed as the boy looked Alfred over, "Arthur..I just moved here..."
"Arthur, huh? Cute name," Alfred smiled that signature smile he had almost forgotten when the boy blushed.
"And what are you, some type of pedophile?" The boy crossed his arms.
Alfred laughed a bit, "No, 'course not, dude! That's gross!"
The boy seemed taken aback by Alfred's sudden fit of happiness, but said nothing about it. Instead he opened his book, attempting to fnd his place and was about to walk pass the American. If Alfred let the boy go now, he'd never see those eyes ever again. The one thing that Alfred had wanted would walk away for good and he'd be alone again. Forever.
Alfred grabbed the boy's wrist and forced him to turn around. They stared at each other silently for a what seemed like forever. No words escaped either of them. Only breathing and blushing.
"I-I've got to get home," Arthur finally huffed out, stumbling over the words a bit.
"Great, I'll walk you!" The taller beamed.
The curious light in those green eyes turned into confusion as Arthur lifted a brow, "Alright, I guess. But stop staring at me. It's unnerving. And I'd really like your name."
"Oh, it's Alfred."
"Alfred, huh? Nice to meet you I guess, you know...under the circumstances."
See? Happy ending! Now, let me explain where I got the idea for this one. A long time ago when I was in ninth grade, this thing was going around about a guy who married his high school sweetheart and she died a few years later. He meets a boy a few years younger than him with the same name and looks of his wife and he got with the boy because it was the only thing he could find close to his dead wife. I have no clue if it's true or not, but I decided to use it for this. So, technically, the black-haired Arthur is the Arthur we all know and love, just in a younger body and doesn't remember anything of his past life. So, either way, I hope you guys enjoyed! Reviews make me happy even if you still dislike what's happened! I'm sorry I upset everyone so much!
Love, ShuChan