Characters used in this chapter [Both canon and country names]:

Arthur/England

Alfred/America

Matthew/Canada

Francis/France

Alice/Belgium [Mentioned]

Nether/Netherlands [Mentioned]

Lovino/Romano/South Italy [Mentioned]

Simon/Denmark [Mentioned]

Matthew's P.O.V

"Matthew? Are you alright?" The Canadian shook his head, his crystal blue eyes glazed over in worry.

"Somethings not right."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, but somethings just not right." Getting to his feet Matthew began to pace. His heart rate rose as he remembered what they had been talking about a while back. "Alfred." He murmured, glancing down at Francis.

"You don't think?" Biting his bottom lip Matthew turned away without answering him. Upon grabbing his coat the flustered Canadian slid from the French boys house.

"Hey, wait Matthew! Wait for me!" A hand grabbed his arm and tugged him to a stop.

"But Alfred-."

"I know you're worried about him but killing yourself from this cold won't change a thing and will only make it worse. Now come on, let's go in my car. The car ride to Arthur's house was silent and filled with tension. "Oh my." Francis breathed as they neared the house. Police and paramedics were everywhere, running around as though this was normal for them.

"Alfred!" Matthew yelled when he spotted Arthur's mother talking to one of the officers. Neither of the other males were to be seen. Unbuckling, Matthew jumped from the moving car, ignoring Francis' cry of surprise and his cars tired screeching in an attempt to stop quickly. "Alfred! Alfred! W-where's Alfred?" Matthew cried out as he neared Arthur's mother, only to slide to a sudden stop as he noticed her crying as a couple of officers attempted to comfort her. Flicking his gaze around, Matthew panted in fear as he continued to not see his younger brother. "No." He whispered as he finally spotted the familiar blonde locks of his younger brother. Around him people rushed around, yelling out orders rather loudly. All the while the other teens body stayed perfectly still. "No!" Lunging forward the Canadian attempted to reach the all to still body but was stopped in his tracks by Francis pulling him back.

"Wait! Don't-."

"Dammit Francis! Let me go! I need to go see if he's alright!" Tears sprang into his eyes for the first time that day and his struggles grew weaker as Francis refused to let the younger male go. "Dammit!" Matthew cried out, sinking to his knees. "Dammit, why did I ever let him come over here? It's all my fault! Dammit, Alfred!" Warm and comforting arms embraced him loosely and he was pulled closer to the kneeling Francis.

"It's not your fault. Things happen for a reason." No answer. "Please don't give up hope. He'll be okay." The tears continued to flow down Matthew's cheeks and he flung his arms around the French boys neck, his grip tight.

"Please, please be okay! Alfred!"

~Later~

"I hate this place." Matthew said in no more than a whisper, tired and drained from the almost constant weeping he'd done. They sat inside a hospital, the hospital in which Arthur had been waken to after his accident actually. The all to clean aroma made the smaller males stomach churn and he thought he was going to get sick from the constant pounding in his head.

"Ugh." Glancing up at Francis, Matthew frowned. The older males eyes were puffy as well and rather unattractive dark circles were very visible, even from a distance.

"You look tired." The smaller male murmured, his heart sinking in guilt.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I didn't really sleep well yesterday." Francis murmured, not looking over at the other male. This drew a worried sigh from Matthew and the Canadian sunk into his chair. Glancing around, he watched both his and Arthur's parents talking rather quietly. He strained to hear even a word of what they were saying, but quickly gave up as it was no use. "Don't feel sorry." Snapping his head to look up at Francis, Matthew cast him a curious look. "It's not your fault that I didn't get hardly any sleep." Matthew nodded before turning his gaze back onto the other people. Peter was among them and Matthew couldn't help but feel sorry for the small boy.

"Why are you crying mother? What happened? Where's Arthur?" He constantly repeated these questions but was ignored. I guess she's used to his constant begging. "Mother?"

"Hey Peter! Can you come over here for a moment?" The young male quickly jumped to Matthew's side and the Canadian ruffled his hair.

"What happened to Arthur? Why is everyone crying? Did I do something wrong?" Matthew chuckled at his words and shook his head.

"No no, it's nothing you did. It's just." Matthew paused, his eyes darkening in worry. "Both Arthur and Alfred have been hurt. No one really knows what happened or how it happened or anything. Just please don't bother your mother at this moment. She's very busy and you're only getting in the way really." Peter's face dropped and he lowered his head.

"I didn't mean to get in anyone's way." He murmured, tears slipping down his face slowly. Matthew began to panic and ruffled the boys hair again.

"It's not your fault, don't worry about it. Please stop crying." Peter snapped his head up, tars still streaming down his face.

"I-is Arthur going to be okay?" Matthew sighed and shook his head.

"I really don't know." Peter turned away from him and ran off toward his mother, still crying. Matthew sighed and sunk even further into his seat.

"You did what you could." Francis murmured, glancing down at Matthew whom was bearing a rather annoyed look. Shrugging, Matthew closed his eyes, suddenly to tired to keep them open. "Take a nap, alright? I'll wake you when we find anything out." His head was pulled onto Francis' shoulder and he snapped his eyes open, suddenly afraid the other people would get suspicious. But as Francis' warmth overtook him he let his eyes flicker shut once more and slowly began to slip into a rather unsettling sleep.

~Later~

"Mm." Matthew opened his eyes slightly, blinking at the sudden light. Looking up he noticed that Francis was gone and he was now lying across two chairs. Shifting slightly he took note that something was covering him; Francis' coat. A slight blush whisked across his cheeks and he snuggled into it, trying to breath in what little warmth was left in it.

"Good, you're awake." Jumping slightly Matthew glanced up at the figure above him. "The rest of your family has gone to see them. They asked me to let you sleep, so I obliged. Sorry." Matthew frowned at Francis before shaking his head. Sitting up he stretched and yawned.

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you let me sleep, I needed it actually." Suddenly feeling selfish, Matthew snuggled deeper into Francis' coat. "D-did you get any sleep?" A small grin slid onto his face when the French boy nodded slightly.

"Not much, but some. Now come on." Extending his hand out, Francis waited for Matthew to take it. "Let's go see your brother."

~Later~

"Hey Francis?" The younger male stopped, his head hanging low as he tightened his grip on the coat that was still around his shoulders.

"Hm? What's wrong?" A slight blush made it's way across Matthew's face as he looked up at the taller male.

"I just wanted to say thank you, for everything." Francis blinked at him a few times before flashing the younger male a sweet smile.

"Of course, it's no problem." They began to walk once more, silent and Matthew's steps quickened as they neared the room his brother was in.

"A-Alfred?" He said softly as he turned into the room. The younger male was sitting up in his bed, bandages on his arm and looking rather tired.

"Hey there Mattie." He murmured, showing that he really was tired. "I was beginning to think you were never going to come and see me." Matthew shook his head, grinning slightly.

"I'd never miss the chance to see you. How are you feeling?" Alfred shrugged his left shoulder but not his right and Matthew figured he must have gotten hurt on the other.

"I've been better. But please don't yell or anything, Arthur's still asleep." Both of the other males stretched themselves to see the other bed in the room. The Britain was sleeping rather soundly and Matthew guessed he must have gotten hurt worse than Alfred to still be asleep.

"What happened?" Francis asked as he turned to face Alfred. Matthew did the same, his eyes curious. Alfred bit his bottom lip and shook his head.

"It was Alice, the girl went haywire. All I really remember is her shooting like crazy and Arthur trying to stop her. After that everything is blank. I guess I passed out." He shook his head once more, shivering. "Arthur would know more, but he's asleep, as you know." Matthew frowned slightly and sighed.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked, obviously worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just in pain. I guess those pain pills haven't kicked in yet." Alfred chuckled softly and half-heartedly. Narrowing his eyes, Matthew moved himself to sit beside his younger brother.

"You really had me scared."

"Sorry." Alfred murmured, not looking at his older brother.

"No no, it's alright, just please don't do anything to make yourself almost get killed again, alright?"

"It's not like I did this on purpose! We didn't even know they were going to attack!"

"They?" Alfred grew silent and nodded slowly.

"Alice, Nether, Lovino, and Simon." Matthew noticed Francis' glare and bit his lip. Who are these people? I mean I know who Alice is, but Lovino? Who the hell? He guessed Alfred had caught the look of confusion he was flashing by his chuckle. "Don't worry, you wouldn't know them."

"I know about Alice, but the others-." Francis ruffled his hair and flashed him a sweet smile.

"It's best you don't know about them. They aren't exactly the best of peoples."

"If you say so." Matthew murmured, still looking at Alfred. Now that he was closer he noticed the bruises and scratches on the younger males face and neck. Sighing softly, Matthew turned his face away from him and lowered his head.

"What's wrong Mattie? You don't seem to happy to see me." Matthew didn't answer him and shook his head. "If that's not it then what's wrong? Is it because I got hurt." Francis bopped Alfred on his head softly, annoyed.

"Of course that's it idiot. He's been a total mess since we discovered you were hurt, both of you." He murmured, glancing over at where Arthur was still sleeping. "I-is he going to be alright though." Alfred didn't answer and lowered his head. Tears brimmed in his eyes and he shrugged, trying to keep himself calm.

"I don't know really. I haven't seen a nurse since everyone came bustling in and made a lot of ruckus. He didn't even wake up then." Matthew felt a sudden rush of guilt as he realized that his lover was perfectly fine while Alfred's seemed to be hanging desperately onto life. He jumped slightly at the feel of Alfred ruffling his hair. "I'm just happy to see you, both of you." Matthew smiled up at him before letting his eyelids droop a little. "Tired?" Nodding, Matthew lowered his head onto Alfred's bed and snuggled into his brothers side. "Haha, sleep, okay? I'll just talk to Francis for a while while you do, if that's okay with you?"

Francis leaned over at brushed his lips on Matthew's ear, drawing a blush onto Matthew's face. "Sleep well, once again. I'll try to be here when you wake up."

~Later~

"He needs rest, so let him be. I'm sure he'll wake up soon enough." Matthew's head pounded as the woman's voice rang in his ear.

"When do you think that'll be?" Allowing his eyelids to open slightly, Matthew saw the shadows of Alfred, Francis, and a woman who appeared to be a nurse.

"I'm not sure." The woman's head shook. "He did suffer more damage than you, do he won't recover as fast. But did you hear?" Alfred and Francis looked at one another before shaking their heads. "One of the boys that was with you got shot as well. They said he died right after the bullet hit him." Matthew shot up his head, his eyes wide in horror.

"D-do you know who it was?" Alfred asked, his voice shaky.

"It was an unusual name. Loise? Lonivo?" Alfred gulped, his hands becoming fists.

"Lovino?"

"Yes! That! That's who it was. It's a pity, really. I heard he was a bright young man, had a promising future. Well, enough gossip, I'm off to check on some things. If you need anything just call, alright?" She bowed slightly to the two males before turning and sliding from the room. Matthew's head pounded harder as he replayed what the woman had just said to them and he felt like he was going to be sick. I heard he was a bright young man, had a promising future. Shaking his head, Matthew frowned. Did Alice kill him?

"Matthew? You're awake? I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Shaking his head once more, Matthew got to his feet.

"D-did Alice shoot him?" Neither male answered and lowered their heads. "What?"

"She was the only one with a gun, so I'm going to guess so." Silence enveloped the room aside from a few noises coming from the sleeping Arthur. Alfred slid to the older males side and sighed.

"Matthew?" Matthew blinked up at Francis, his head still fuzzy from his sleep. "How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough I guess." He murmured, frowning.

"I pity your brother."

"Huh?" Matthew asked, confused.

"Arthur's not going to wake up for a while and no one but him really knows what happened. And as him and I were talking he kept looking over at Arthur. He really does care about him, guess I was wrong all those times I accused him of never giving a damn about him." Francis chuckled before ruffling Matthew's hair once more. "We should leave soon. I promise I'll bring you back later, don't worry." He said after receiving a look of sorrow from Matthew. The Canadian sighed and nodded before moving over to Alfred. Biting his bottom lip Matthew leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his brothers chest from behind, being sure not to hit the wounded side and shoulder.

"I love you Alfred." He murmured, snuggling into his younger brothers back. "I really am happy that you're alright. A-and I hope Arthur wakes up soon so that you won't be alone anymore." Matthew felt Alfred shift a little before turning himself around. Looking up into his younger brothers blue orbs, Matthew grinned.

"Love you too Mattie. Go home and rest, I know you still need it. And thanks."

Alfred's P.O.V

Silence. Alfred shifted uncomfortably as it continued for far longer than he would have liked. Biting his bottom lip, he turned his head to look over at the still sleeping Arthur. I wish he would wake up. He thought to himself as he gazed at the older males sleeping face. He's so precious. Sitting up, Alfred let out a wince at the pain that shot up his side. "Dammit." He grunted, holding onto himself in an attempt to get his breath. Turning his whole body to sit at the side of his bed, he rested his chin on his hand. Please be alright. He said in his head for the hundredth time since he'd woken up. Letting his eyelids droop, Alfred breathed out a sigh. He was tired of waiting and waiting for his lover to wake up and was tempted to shake the smaller male out of his bed. But he knew all to well that he'd only cause things to be worse and for the Britain to probably sleep even longer if he did do that. His brain grew fuzzy as he began to allow himself to slip off into a doze.

"Alfred?" Snapping his eyelids open, the American flicked his gaze down at the Englishmen in front of him. Heart now pounding in his throat, Alfred lowered his hand to show his rather large grin.

"You're awake!" He said rather loud, causing both males to flinch back. "You've been sleeping for so long~, I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake back up." He chuckled, obviously happy to see the other male's eyes not glazed over in death. But sadly, Arthur didn't look very happy, and Alfred wondered if he'd said anything wrong. "What's wrong?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing. Just tired."

"But you just woke up!" Alfred said, growing slightly annoyed. How much sleep could one guy need?

"Sorry." Arthur murmured softly, drawing a frown onto Alfred's face.

"No no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm just so happy that you're awake. I guess I don't want to see you sleep again for quite some time." Selfish. He spat in his brain and instantly felt guilty for saying it. Though it did draw a soft chuckle from the older male.

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep for a while after this. Where are we?"

"In the hospital. They said that your mom got home right after everything was done and over with. But the other guys were there, except for Alice." Arthur frowned and shook his head.

"Of course that bitch would get away." He grumbled darkly, glaring at an unseen thing.

"Heeey~, don't worry about it. I'm just so happy, I could kiss you." Arthur didn't respond, causing Alfred's heart to sink a little. "Are you sure you're okay?" No response. "A-Arthur?"

"Huh?" Alfred frowned and narrowed his eyes, worried.

"I asked you a question."

"O-oh, sorry. I was just thinking."

"About what?" No response. Silence enveloped around them and Alfred racked his brain to figure out what to say next. "H-hey, I think you should know this." Arthur turned his green gaze onto Alfred, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Lovino's." Alfred paused, biting his lip.

"Dead? Yes, I know." Alfred jumped to his feet, gasped in pain and fell back onto the bed, the whole time his face showed anxious curiosity.

"How do you know already?" Arthur turned away from Alfred, his face blank.

"Because I was conscious when it happened. It was right after Alice shot me. He rushed in to stop her from shooting me in the head, grabbed her arm and took the bullet instead of me." Alfred's eyes widened. "She didn't even seem to care. Before he died he told me that he didn't really hate me. He was just jealous. And was doing as Alice ordered. He died in the hands of someone he loved and I had to witness it. I passed out as Alice raised the gun to my head once more and that's all I remember. Guess my mother came in before she was able to do anything." Silence followed Arthur's words.

"Yeah, I guess so." Alfred murmured awkwardly as the silence continued. Arthur turned his gaze back onto Alfred and smiled slightly.

"But at least I still have the chance to see you alive, right?" Alfred nodded, smiling sweetly. Bending over, he placed a soft kiss onto his partners forehead.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe from now on." He murmured sweetly, placing another kiss.

"At least you'll be able to do better than me with you." Pulling back, Alfred looked at Arthur's face which was now twisted with pain and anger.

"What do you mean?" Arthur snapped his face up, tears brimming in his eyes. They flashed dangerously and Alfred had to keep himself from flinching away from their gaze.

"I wasn't able to keep you from getting hurt. I was useless. If anything I caused you to get hurt." The British male paused, his eyes narrowing. "After you got shot and fell to the ground, unconscious, I rushed over and attempted to stop Alice from shooting you again. She just laughed as she placed a bullet into my chest. I don't understand how someone can be that wicked, wanting to hurt someone who hadn't even bothered her really." Alfred ruffled Arthur's hair before lowering his head to place a soft kiss on the older males neck.

"But I'm okay now, right? If if makes you feel better, I was told after I woke up the first time and asked about you, that you almost died. You saved my life Arthur. You're my." He paused, turning Arthur's face to align with his own. "My hero. And for once, I'm happy to say that." The tears that threatened to fall down Arthur's cheeks let themselves show as Alfred leaned forward to capture his lips. "Shh." He said softly after pulling away. "It's okay, I'm here, you're safe and nothing will ever happen to you again. To us again." After placing a few kisses on Arthur's lips he pulled away and smirked. "You're so cute, you know that?" He murmured as he gazed at the Britain's blushing cheeks and narrowed eyes.

"Am not." Arthur grumbled in effort before collapsing back onto the bed fully. Alfred rolled his eyes and pinched Arthur's cheek playfully. The Britain slapped away his hand quickly and let out a pain filled grunt. "Go back to sleep." Alfred frowned slightly and furrowed his eyebrows. "You look tired."

"Fine, fine. But I'll be sure to wake you up if you are asleep when I awake." Alfred said, getting to his feet to stretch slightly. Reaching down, he gently tickled Arthur's sides causing the older male to squeak rather cutely. "Haha, I win." Arthur blubbered about him being a git or something as the taller male crawled back into his bed and snuggled deep within his blanket. "Love you too Artie." He chuckled, glancing over at the fuming Britain.

"Bloody idiot."

~Later [two weeks to be precise]~

"You're free to go." Alfred stretched his right arm slowly, wincing at the slight pain.

"About time." He piped up after lowering his arm. Arthur, on the other hand didn't seem to want to leave the health care place. Though Alfred couldn't blame him. Within the time they had been there, Arthur's wound had filled up with puss at least twice and had to be drained immediately or he might have died. Worry crawled into the back of Alfred's head and he shook himself.

"I can understand your enthusiasm." The doctor said, chuckling. "I'd want out of here too if I had to be here for as long as you two were." Alfred nodded, half-hearing what the middle aged man was saying. His brain was focused on the nervous looking male beside him. "Anyways, I'll let you be on your way. If either of your wounds reopen at any point return immediately, alright?" Both males nodded and the doctor turned to leave before glancing back. "Take as long as you'd like, we're not to busy right now so we're not in a rush for an open room." With that, he left.

"He's nice." Alfred said as he turned his attention fully on Arthur. The Britain nodded before turning away to gather his things. Alfred frowned and rubbed the back of his head. "I guess we better be going." Arthur's only response was him grabbing his duffel bag and moving from the room with Alfred right on his heals.

"Hey." Arthur murmured as they stood in the elevator waiting to reach the first floor. Alfred looked at him, confused and drawing a smile onto Arthur's face for the first time that day. "Thanks, for everything."

"Huh? What do you mean? I'm the one that should be saying thank you. You saved my life. I owe you everything." Arthur chuckled and shook his head.

"Nah. I did it because I love you, idiot." Alfred narrowed his eyes affectionately and entwined their fingers together before leaning over and capturing the older males lips with his own.

"I love you too."

~Later~

"Welcome home Alfred, Arthur~." Francis chirped, a sheepish smile on his face. Matthew jumped to his feet and pulled Alfred into a loose hug.

"I'm so glad to be able to see you two outside of that horrid place." Alfred hugged his older brother back before they broke apart, obviously feeling a little awkward at the sudden display of brotherly love. Arthur let out a soft sigh, holding his stomach. If not for the fact that that wasn't the place where he'd been shot, Alfred would have been dragging him back to the hospital.

"I'm hungry." The British boy murmured, a pouting look on his face. Alfred reached over and ruffled his hair before nodding.

"Me too, wanna go out for breakfast?"

"No need~!" Both males turned to look over at Francis who was sporting a rather cheesy grin. "I already made breakfast for all of us. Since I knew you both would be hungry when you got here." Alfred and Arthur shared a glance before shrugging. As they were being led through the house Alfred couldn't help but look in awe. Everything was so neat, clean, and perfume smelling. He figured it was because of the French boys mother and grew slightly embarrassed as he thought about his room. Untidy, dirty, food packages every which area in the rather large, den like room.

Breakfast went by rather slowly as the four males ate in silence. Alfred sighed softly and poked at the remaining strawberry on his plate. Arthur hadn't even really touched his meal, and Alfred wondered what could possibly be keeping the obviously hungry Britain from eating. "What's wrong Arthur?" Francis asked in an almost hurt tone and Alfred guessed he was upset at the thought of Arthur not liking his cooking.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about the fact that I missed Lovino's funeral." They all stiffened and the other three males passed nervous glances. "Sorry." Arthur murmured before taking a rather light stab at his waffle. Silence once more as Arthur nibbled on his food, leaving the other to think. Alfred, on the other hand was doing nothing but worrying about the small male beside him. Why is it bothering him so much? I mean the guy had beaten the shit out of him before. Alfred shook his head, figuring he'd never really understand. "Oh, hey. Did they ever find Alice?" Francis shook his head and sighed.

"Do you think she left the country or something?" Alfred asked and Matthew shrugged.

"Didn't she have family in Belgium?" The other males nodded. "Then she probably traveled over there to escape what she'd done." Alfred nodded as the silence enveloped around them once more. Damn. I was hoping this would be fun, coming over and hanging out with Francis and Mattie. But it's only seeming to bring Arthur down even more than before.

"How about we do something besides just sit here?" He piped up, forcing a smile onto his face. Francis and Matthew nodded but Arthur remained quiet. "Arthur?"

"Huh? Oh, sure. Whatever you want."

~Later~

"Alfred! That's not fair! You picked this game because you know I suck at it." Alfred laughed almost evilly at Matthew as he watched the other males characters health sap almost instantly.

"What? Of course not! Why would I ever do that?" But he all to well that that was he reason why and as he let out a cry of joy at his victory he couldn't help but rub it in by poking the annoyed Canadians cheek repeatedly. Francis chuckled at them before nudging the ridged Arthur sitting beside him.

"Want to give it a try?" Arthur shook his head and Francis shrugged. "My turn, move Matthew." The Canadian handed over the controller and was gently shoved aside by Francis. "I own this game so don't expect me to be such an easy kill!" Canada took his seat beside Arthur and Alfred couldn't help but notice that the older male was able to dry a few words from the Britain before it grew silent between them once more. His mind trailed from the game and he didn't even notice that Francis was winning. "Haha!"

"Huh? Ahh! No fair, I wasn't really paying attention!" Pouting, Alfred threw the controller over at Matthew, signaling for him to move so he could be beside his lover. Obviously getting what his younger brother meant, Matthew moved to sit beside Francis and the two started the next round. Turning his attention from the game, Alfred pushed himself close to Arthur. "Hey, what's wrong?" No answer. Alfred sighed in annoyance before dropping his voice slightly. "Is it something I did?" Still nothing. Frowning, Alfred turned away from the older male, hurt. If Matthew could make him talk, why couldn't he? Anger picked at the back of his head and he let out an exasperated sigh before getting to his feet.

"Where are you going?" Matthew asked without taking his eyes off of the T.V screen.

"For a walk."

"By yourself? You just got out of the hospital, I don't want you going back in." Alfred cursed his brother under his breath as he pulled on his jacket rather quickly.

"I'll be fine!" He snarled before dismissing himself from the room, leaving behind a worried Matthew, suspicious Francis, and thinking Arthur.

Arthur's P.O.V.

"Hey Arthur?" The Britain flicked his gaze from the T.V screen and let it lay upon Matthew's worried face. "Why don't you go with him?" Sighing, Arthur got to his feet and grabbed his coat.

"Arthur." Said as he handed Matthew the first player controller. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure." They made their way from the living room and into Francis' fathers study. After closing the door, Francis crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow to his best friend.

"What's crawled up your ass and died?" No response. "Arthur. Tell me." Arthur remained silent and flinched away from the glare he received from Francis. "Dammit Arthur, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you happy? I thought you'd be happy because both you and Alfred made it out of that alive. Sure you got the worse end of it, but you're able to spend another day with the one you love." Arthur sighed, lowering his head.

"That's just it." He paused as Francis made a confused noise. "I lived through it and Lovino didn't."

"You're still thinking about that? He didn't even like you, did he?" Arthur snapped his head up and balled his fists.

"T-that's not the point!"

"Oh? Then please, explain why this is bothering you so much." Arthur bit his bottom lip and cast his eyes downward.

"I killed him." Francis uncrossed his arms, his eyes wide and face horror struck.

"B-but I thought-."

"Sure Alice might have shot him, but I was the one that lead him to his death. I can't take it! The guilt of causing someone to die just to save my own hind!" Arthur snapped his head up once again, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.

"But you didn't do anything to make him die." Francis said, obviously suspicious of what Arthur was trying to get at. "Didn't you jump in and grab Alice to save Alfred's life?" Arthur nodded, tears running down his cheeks. "And didn't Lovino jump in and grab Alice to stop her from killing anyone, not just you? Just the first time with Alfred you reacted before he could, correct?" Arthur nodded once more, sniffling. Francis let out an annoyed sigh and crossed his arms once more. "Then you did nothing. Sure you might have been the one that Alice was going to shoot, but that means nothing. What if it had been me or Matthew? Would that have changed his reaction at all?" Arthur shook his head, his tears slowing their flowing. "Then why cry over spilled blood that is not your fault? He loved Alice and I'm sure he only was trying to protect her, not you." Arthur sighed and lowered his head.

"Alright."

"Hm? What?"

"I understand. You can stop your lecturing. I'll go and talk to Alfred, I know he's angry because of me and I should try to fix this before it ends up over my head." Francis nodded before reaching over and squeezing the Britain's shoulder.

"Try not to think about this anymore, and try not to be a crybaby either." Arthur furrowed his eyebrows in anger only to end up blushing in annoyance as Francis chuckled. "I'm only kidding. Now go."

~Later~

"Alfred!" The taller male ahead stopped his moving and turned around, his face serious. As Arthur neared his expression stayed the same and the Britain figured he was still mad at him for what he'd done. Holding his chest, Arthur panted in effort to not pass out from the lightness he was feeling in his head.

"What are you doing out here?" Arthur flinched from the monotone in Alfred's words before straightening himself up with effort.

"I came to say I'm sorry." He breathed, gulping between words.

"You shouldn't be out here in this weather, especially not running like that." Arthur took a step toward Alfred, his eyes showing pain and sorrow.

"I'm sorry." He repeated as he moved closer to the American. Before he could officially reach him, he collapsed into the taller males arms.

"A-Arthur? Are you okay?" Alfred yelped out, his tone switching to worry. Arthur nodded and nuzzled into the other mans embrace. "Come on, let's go home. You shouldn't be out here! What were you thinking coming out here by yourself?" Alfred pulled Arthur onto his feet fully, his expression annoyed. Arthur didn't respond and only dug his face into the younger males warm chest.

"Selfish." Arthur breathed as Alfred attempted to head back to Francis' house.

"W-what?"

"I was being selfish. I never thought about how you might be feeling. I only thought about myself, what happened to me and such." Alfred frowned as Arthur continued to talk and the Britain felt him shake his head.

"No, I was the selfish one. I got angry because you weren't talking to me, but you had so much happen to you. I might have passed out before anything really bad happened, but you were awake for almost everything, including Lovino dying." Arthur flinched slightly before sighing. "But really, let's go back."

As they arrived back at Francis' house, Arthur let his half-lidded gaze slide onto Alfred's car in the driveway. "Hmm." He thought out loud without even thinking. "I wonder what sex in a car feels like."

"Oh? Do you now?" A blush made its way across Arthur's cheeks and he turned away from Alfred, knowing all to well that the American was giving his usual cheesy grin. "Arthur." A soft hand pulled his face until it was in alliance with Alfred's. The younger males sky blue eyes were hazy with lust and his lips were wet from where he'd obviously licked them only moments prior. "Do you really want to know?" Arthur nodded his head slowly, his face reddening as Alfred smirked and his eyes darkened. He moved closer to Arthur and the Britain shivered in delight at the feel of Alfred's groin pulsing against his own. "Alright then, but not now." Arthur's expression saddened, causing Alfred to chuckle lightly. "I didn't say no forever, did I?" Arthur shook his head, still sad. Bloody hell. He thought as he gazed into Alfred's still hazy eyes. It's been so long. He knew all to well that the American was even more deprived feeling than he was but that didn't stop him from wanting to take the younger male right then and there. But Alfred was making him wait. A test maybe? Arthur nodded to Francis and Matthew as they entered the house. Well, if Alfred was going to make him wait then he was going to have a little fun with him in the meanwhile.

Alfred's P.O.V.

"You actually won Matthew?" Alfred asked, not believing the Canadian was actually getting good at the game.

"Mhm! Pretty soon I'll be able to kick your ass!" Alfred laughed at that before turning his attention toward Arthur. The British boy was merely sipping on tea, his eyes closed. Biting his bottom lip, Alfred let his eyes trail down his body, taking in the boys curves, long legs, and rather tight and feminine ass. God help me. He thought as he continued to stare at his lover. His lower regions began to grow painfully hot and bothered and he didn't even want to move, afraid it might draw noises from him that he only intended for Arthur to ever hear.

"Want to play?" Oh yes, I most certainly do. He thought, a blush sliding onto his face. "Alfred?" He was snapped from his thoughts as Arthur opened his eyes, his emerald green gaze burning through his scalp as he turned away to face Matthew.

"E-eh?"

"I asked if you want to play?" Alfred's face flushed more and he nodded.

"S-sure." He could feel Arthur's green gaze stabbing him in the back of the head as he took the controller from Francis. No matter how hard he tried, and believe me he tried, Alfred couldn't seem to keep his mind on the game at all. Every time he glanced over at Arthur the Britain was sitting in the most sexual positions ever and it was driving him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to push himself inside the teasing Englishmen and relieve his tensions. Thanks to this, Alfred was utterly destroyed each round causing his Canadian brothers head to grow quite large.

"Told you I was good enough to beat you." Alfred forced a grin onto his face before stretching to hide the obvious annoyance that he was feeling.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Why don't you play with Francis some more? I'm getting kind of tired of this game anyways."

"Aww! You're just saying this because I keep beating you." Alfred ignored his brothers protests as he threw the controller at Francis and moved to sit beside Arthur. He eyed the Britain hungrily and Arthur shifted to make his lower regions more visible to the American's eyes. Aw, the nerve! Alfred thought as his eyes slid downward. He's doing this on purpose! Arthur cleared his throat and Alfred raised his eyes to meet the Britain's emerald gaze.

"How about we watch a movie?" Alfred's heard skipped a beat at the thought of being in a dark room with Arthur, able to make a move on him and get away with it without Matthew nor Francis knowing.

"I'm up for that."

"Yeah, I guess that sounds okay." Matthew murmured, obviously sad at the thought of having to stop playing the game. Francis purred and ruffled the Canadians hair. "What movie do you want to see?"

"I don't care." Arthur and Alfred chimed in unison, drawing a slight blush onto both of their faces and Alfred instantly regretted ever leaving it up to the other two males to decide.

"Oh Arnold! How I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too my sweet! Now, kiss me!"

Alfred thought he was going to puke from the stickiness of the movie and it had only just started. How to win a thousand fights was the name of the movie and Alfred had been excited to see it, thinking that there were going to be fighting scenes, but so far it was nothing but mushy gushy love scenes that turned off even Alfred. Sighing, the American sank into the love seat Arthur and him had claimed before even getting the movie. Feeling rather tired, Alfred had to force his eyes to stay open as the people on screen continued to talk. Oh my God. This is so boring. I wonder if Arthur feels the same. Glancing over at the Britain his thoughts were confirmed. He was resting his chin on his palm and his gaze was lazy, face frowned, and posture slumped. Alfred, growing quite bored, allowed his eyes scan down Arthur's body once more to get him in the mood. The hot tempered male must have seen this for he turned himself around to look at the America, his eyes narrowed and hazy. "Looking for something?" He murmured at Alfred, his tone practically dripping with lust as he spoke. Alfred's face reddened and he gulped.

"N-no."

"Oh really? Then why not go back to watching the movie then?" Damn. He had him. Rolling his eyes, Alfred leaned forward and brushed his lips across Arthur's left ear in an attempt with switch the mood to being more playful. It must have worked because Arthur uncrossed his legs, pushed himself into Alfred's side, and closed his eyes as a shiver ran through his body. Licking his earlobe, Alfred allowed his hands to touch and caress the older males thigh gently. This action drew a soft moan from Arthur, causing Alfred's heart to race as he moved his hands more in. He felt as though his face was going to melt off as he reached Arthur's lower regions only to find a satisfyingly large and pulsing bulge calling for attention.

"It's to bad we're not alone, huh?" Alfred whispered seductively into Arthur's ear as he began to toy with the other males "problem spot". Arthur rolled his eyes and bit his lip, causing Alfred to grow more excited as he watched his lover become more desperate for him to take things farther. A delicious sound escaped from Arthur's lips as Alfred continued to toy with him and Alfred's mind felt as though it was going to implode from the excitement he was feeling. "Fuck, Arthur." He groaned into the older males ear as the others delicate fingers slid across his own bulge, sending electric like sensations throughout his body. Gulping Alfred slide his hand up into the others shirt, desperate to feel any skin that he could. As the pads of his fingers found their way up the others chest, Arthur continued to toy with his member, drawing soft noises from him every now and then. Licking his lips Alfred squeezed one of the hard nubs on Arthur's chest and growled in satisfaction when the older males body twitched. Using his other hand Alfred pulled Arthur's face toward his until their lips crashed. In an attempt to stay quiet Alfred kept the kisses soft and simple with as little passion in them as he could. But as he continued to touch and be touched by his lover, he soon shoved his tongue into the others mouth and growled in an attempt to deepen it. Teeth met teeth as the kiss grew more desperate, more needy, and it took everything Alfred had to not jump the boy and take him right then.

"A-Alfred." Arthur hissed between kisses, his tone needy. Alfred broke away from him and the two panted softly. "We should wait until after the movie to go any farther." Alfred cursed in his mind but he knew that the British boy was right. Grumbling, Alfred let his hand slip from the older males crotch to his hand. Arthur placed a soft kiss on his cheek and went back to watching the movie. This damn thing needs to be over now! Alfred complained in his head as his member continued to pulse painfully and grumbled as Arthur murmured to him that it wasn't even half way over. Ugh, this sucks!

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