*WARNING! DAVIE ALLERT!* That is the only warning you get! : D I just really felt like I had to write this chapter, it was a thought baby that was never going away, so be warned in case the Davie episode made you cry a lot. Since the Hetalia characters are not countries in this fic, I did have to tweak Davie's back story just a tiny little bit. I still hope you enjoy ; )
If a quiet day at work was what Arthur was expecting the next day, he would be wrong. For the first hour, there was no sign of Alfred's smiling face anywhere.
"Hey Francis, have you seen Alfred anywhere?" The Brit asked.
The curly – blond shook his head. "Non, mon amour. I'm sure he is fine, we'll see his annoyingly cheerful face later, oui? Is something troubling you, Arthur?" He asked with concern.
Arthur shook his head. "I just can't put my finger on it. Somehow, I know that something is different today. Could you look after my desk and I'll buy you lunch?"
Francis chuckled darkly. "Mon Cher, I expect much more than lunch from you."
In a brighter mood, Arthur walked over to the next desk where his boyfriend had been sitting and ruffled up his hair.
"Ah! Stop it, you little devil!" The tortured man shrieked.
"Not until you kiss me!"
Surrendering, Francis agreed. "All right! All right! Just not the hair! S'il vous plaît !''
The Englishman leaned over to give his love a sweet kiss on the lips. "Don't worry, I'm just going to check on things, I'll be back soon!"
Arthur quietly made it to Alfred's office a few minutes later and knocked on the brown, wooded door with a gold plate that read 'Alfred Jones'. "Alfred, it's Iggy, are you in there."
The American man had always enjoyed giving people nicknames, and Arthur had been used to his friend calling him 'Iggy' for quite some time now.
A sob could be heard from the inside of the door.
"Okay, I'm coming in, Alfred. Just yell at me if you don't want me to." The blond Brit opened the door slowly, only to find the other man a sobbing mess with his head against his work desk. "Alfred…. What happened?" Arthur asked while slowly approaching his friend. Once he realized Alfred would allow Arthur to comfort him, the Brit wrapped an arm around his eccentric manager. "Did something happen between you and Honda?"
The American shook his head. His crystal blue eyes filled with tears, and his face was red, puffy and sticky from crying for what appeared to be a long time.
"D-Davie." Was the only word that Alfred was able to mutter.
The Englishman may not have had a clue who or what Davie was, but he allowed the other man to cry into his chest. Arthur swayed slowly from side to side as the crying man began to calm down. "Do you want to tell me who Davie is?"
"W-well, David was a friend I had as a child, we met in Junior Kindergarten. I always just called him Davie. He died of Leukemia at age ten. Even though we've only known each other for a few short years, I'll never forget him."
"Of course, you won't." Arthur said as he continued to rock the man.
Alfred seemed to have calmed down significantly. "Every year on the day of his death, I like to put flowers on his grave. When he was little, he had a book of pressed flowers that he liked to collect, and his favorite flower of all were blue daises, a type of flower that can only be found in England. Every year I order some online, and each time I go to his grave, I like to put a bundle of flowers next to his stone."
"That's a wonderful story. He's very lucky to have had a friend like you who remembered him all of these years." The Brit said as he wiped away strands of hair that stuck to Alfred's face.
"W-will you come with me after work?" Asked the blue – eyed man, his crystal eyes widening even more.
Arthur never thought that something could break his heart so much but hearing his bosses' soul crushing story about a friendship lost changed his opinion about the usual happy – go – lucky man that day and seeing a whole new side to his best friend really made him appreciate Alfred even more. "Of course, I will, you never have to go alone again. I will go with you every year if you want me to."
The brokenhearted man sniffled and his voice broke on his next sentence. "Why does everyone have to die?"
The Englishman felt like he could have been brought to tears himself right in front of Alfred, but he had to be brave and strong for the poor boy in front of him. It was clear that this time of year forced the American to relive an extremely painful moment in his life, and he was a small child all over again finding out that his best friend had died of cancer.
"I-I don't know." Arthur chocked. "But I do know that you have a lot of people who love you very much."
"Am I your best friend?" Asked Alfred with wide puppy eyes.
The Brit couldn't hold back his tears any longer and engulfed the other man back into his arms. "Of course, you are, you stupid git, and you always will be." Arthur held on to Alfred so tightly that he felt like the man in his arms would explode.
Later that day, the two friends made their way to David's gravesite. The sun was now setting, the air was cool and the weather fit the mood of the two gentlemen perfectly.
"All right. Show me Davie." Arthur encouraged as he allowed Alfred to lead the way.
The friends approached the gravesite a few moments later, where Alfred broke down once again after Arthur had helped him lay down the flowers.
"Remember, he is very lucky to have someone like you to remember him, and I am positive that David has watched you from heaven grow from a smiling, bouncing boy that he knew into a man capable of changing the world, one that we all know and love."
"Arthur, do you think heaven is for real… really real?" The blue - eyed man asked, eyes full of wonder like an innocent child.
"For sure I do." Arthur replied with a ruffle to his friend's hair.
Each man stood in front of the gravestone for a very long time. One man remembering a friend that he had loved and lost, and the other imaging a child that he never knew at all. Either way, both paid their respects to a great man named Davie.
This chapter was made to remember a late friend of the author's; Joseph. A friend who had died too soon before his time, and who will be remembered always. Born 1992 and passed on May 2010. You will always be the Davie to my Alfred.
