Alfred laughed before a question he had always been dying to ask came to mind. It probably wasn't appropriate but he might not have any other time to ask. "..yeah i guess you're right about the burger thing!" He chuckles once more before he brought up enough courage to ask, "Dude, can i ask you something..?" Nervousness was filling his voice.
Moving the cup away from his lips and to his lap, Arthur gave a nod. "Of course, unless It's a comment about my eyebrows or anything stupid. Then no." The Brit sternly told him. He really had gotten tired of all those comments. "Its nothing to do with that but...whats it like? Being blind? You don't have to answer if you don't wanna.." Alfred asked quietly, very unusual of him.
Arthur fell silent for a moment, lowering his head making his sandy hair fall over those empty eyes. "Many words can describe it America... but I suppose what I can say is that It's something that you adjust and get used to..." He spoke softly.
Alfred felt his heart pang, he should have just left it alone. "Oh...Dude, im sorry, maybe i shouldn't have brought it up.." Alfred's voice was quiet, only just above a whisper."No, no, It's alright... You wanted to know so I told you." Arthur replied with a slight smile before taking a sip of tea from his cup.
The worried American sighed in relief, maybe it wasn't too bad. "Okay thanks, I thought i might have hurt your feelings or something!" Without warning, he leapt onto Arthur and pulled him into a tight hug, forgetting that Arthur still had his tea. Arthur suddenly jumped, spilling his tea all over them both as America suddenly hugged him! "Ow! Bugger, that's hot! America!" The Brit exclaimed.
Alfred jumped up quickly, letting go of Arthur as the hot tea fell onto them. "Fuck, sorry!" He practically sprinted to the kitchen to get some tissue or a tea towel or something. Alfred didn't have much tea on him so It didn't hurt as much. "Im so sorry! I forgot about your tea! I hope you dont mind me doing this but i need to get the tea off-" He didn't even finish his sentence before he started to rub frantically at the tea on Arthur's clothes where it had spilled on his stomach and thighs.
Arthur placed the cup on the side and shook his hand by the side of him. "Bloody hell that's hot! America next time think before you do!" He scowls as he tries to stand to his feet but was stopped when he felt something dabbing his side. Arthur instantly started to panic. "W-What in hells name!? What are you doing man!?"
"What do ya' think im tryin' to do?" The American replied sarcastically."Im getting the tea off! It'll burn even more if i dont! " Alfred was starting to panic himself as he noticed that the tea wasnt coming off. "Maybe harder..?" Was all the warning he gave Arthur before he started to forcefully try to get it off, forgetting about his monstrous strength. "W-What are you doing?! G-Get off me!" Arthur started to become flustered, a dark red blush blooming across his face, and suddenly moves away quickly, landing on the floor with a thump.
"Arthur, don't do that! Im just trying to help!" Alfred sits next to Arthur on the floor and continues to try and (roughly) get the tea off. "Just stay still and stop movin' about!" He warned the Brit. Arthur shouted back: "W-Well you're hurting me, now get off!" and continues to panic, moving away from the American when without noticing, he hit his head on the table rather hard. Arthur places both hands on his head with those dull eyes tightly shut. "Gah, shit!" Arthur cursed loudly.
"England, are you okay?!" Alfred started to panic even more, he could feel his heart racing even faster as every second went by. He crawled over to Arthur, or as he had just called him, England. They wouldn't usually call each other by their formal names when they were at home but Alfred had panicked. "What did you do, Hit your head on the table? Lemmie see! I need to check if its okay!" Yanking at Arthur's arms, he attempts to remove them so he can look at where Arthur had hit himself but he wasn't using his full strength- that had caused him a lot of trouble in the past.
England instantly jerks away from the American. Still on the floor, breathing heavily with wide eyes he shook his head still in great shock having no idea what was going on. "S-Stay away from me you git!"
"Hey, Calm down!" Alfred shouted back, "Im just trying to help! You might have cut your head, Just let me look!" He was honestly worried for Arthur, he hated it when Arthur got hurt now. He had been more and more worried for the Brit since the accident in the mansion. "Why should I?! Every time you either do something or touch me I always end up hurt somehow!" Arthur shouted angrily at him.
"Wha- I do..? Oh.. Im sorry" Alfred knelt back away from the hurt Brit before continuing, "..I didn't know.. I just wanted to help.." Alfred had never been yelled at so angrily before, he could hear the venom dripping off Arthur's words with every syllable.
Arthur fell silent as he concentrated on his breathing. After a few moments he finally spoke, wondering where Alfred had gone as it was so quiet. "America...?" He gently lifted a hand, trying to feel for the American. Alfred moved away from the others hand to sit in front of his sofa, leaning against it as he put is face in his hands and his knee's against his chest.
Hearing shuffling, Arthur let out a soft sigh as he lowered his hand down to the floor. He knew America was ignoring him and yet he couldn't do anything, he was useless. "I... I panicked America... I was confused..." He spoke softly.
Alfred sniffs slightly and wipes his eyes, he could feel tears forming and he tried to keep them back but if he did, it would just hurt. Hero's don't cry though, right? Especially not over something so simple like this. 'I was just trying to help' The American thought sadly to himself as a few tears slipped though and couldn't contain a soft choking noise.
Arthur suddenly realized that the American was crying. The hero that was brave 24/7 and always had a smile to his face was crying. This made Arthur want to kick himself, why did he have to be so skittish, so stupid, so- ...so blind. The Brit brought his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them before placing his head on his knees. He didn't feel like talking anymore, he just wanted to be consumed into his own thoughts.
Alfred looks up to see England curled into himself, he could feel the guilt slowly rising but he couldn't stop. 'Did i do something wrong again? I always manage to mess up around him...he even said so himself...Why cant i do anything right...' Alfred starts sobbing quietly, it wasn't like him but he couldn't stop himself. Soon, hot, fat tears were rolling down his cheeks.
Arthur furrowed his eyebrows soon followed by a shiver as he heard yet, more crying. He felt horrible, he couldn't do anything let alone say anything in case something were to happen. He couldn't risk it.
'No..im a hero..i cant do this..ill just-..ill just go get him a change of clothes, sort out his other ones and then stop being such a wuss and talk to him like an adult for once!' He had a sudden rush of courage that dissapeared almost as soon as it came when he looked up at Arthur. 'I don't think i can..' He sighs heavily and tries hold in another sudden rush of guilt but failed as he felt his cheeks get even wetter.
After a moment Arthur lifted his head, those dull eyes gazing straight ahead. He finally managed to speak up so the other nation could hear him. "America...? Are you still there? I... I can leave you want me to..." He asked softly, slightly concerned.
Alfred jolted up and out of his thoughts. "No! Dont go! Please.. Sorry for what i did before, its just i really wanted to help, but i didn't know that i allways manage to hurt you whenever i try to help.. Maybe i should just stay away, huh?" The tearful american chuckled, but it came out sadder than he had expected.
"No, don't. What I said before... I was panicking. I had no idea what was going on..." Arthur gently shuts his eyes and let out a soft sigh. "Everything is-" He paused placing both his hands to his head. "so... so hard to know what is going on now."
"Oh.. I thought you might have had something against me.." Alfred asked sullenly, he had always thought that Arthur had been angry at him for what had happened at the mansion. Alfred hadnt actually made Arthur go blind, it was a spell failure and Alfred knew that but he still could help but feel it was his fault since he was in the room when it had happened.
"Had something against you...?" He mumbles, furrowing his eyebrows in thought before asking, "Why would I have something against you America?"
"Because of the way you acted. I just really wanted to help, but i didn't know you'd get scared...Im sorry, im suppost to be a hero but i dont really act like one, huh?" Alfred started to feel anger bubbling up inside himself, the tears continued to fall but instead they were out of anger.
"I only acted like that because I had no idea what was going on, I was confused." Arthur sighed softly before speaking up once more. "Don't say that America... Did you know that all the best hero's are allowed to cry too? It's not a crime." Arthur replied gazing over at where he thought America was, with a smile to try and cheer him up.
The American saw the smile and couldn't help but smile himself, the anger nearly fading away completely but refusing to leave entirely. "Heh..Thanks dude, no-ones said that to me before.. And thanks for the smile, it means a lot to me.." Alfred stood up slowly and walked over to Arthur. "Now that we have sorted all that out, would you like me to get you some dry clothes?" He chuckled, thinking about how silly all that really was but wouldn't say it out loud.
Blinking at Alfred's reply Arthur blushed lightly. "That would be nice actually. Thank you..."
"You're welcome! Im gonna go and get some clothes.. Do you need help getting to the bathroom?"
Arthur thought for a moment, not wanting to be any more of a bother to Alfred he shook his head, "No, No I should be alright..." He managed to stand to his feet, holding his hands out in case he lost his balance.
"Well.." Alfred started saying as he watched Arthur for a moment. "Okay if you're sure you're gonna be okay.." And with that, the American made his way around Arthur to make his way to his room to find some clothes that would fit Arthur. He probably wouldn't find anything but maybe he had some old clothes he had grown out of? ..Probably not. Arthur was far smaller than Alfred so this might take a while.
Hearing Alfred walk off, Arthur let out a sigh and started to slowly walk around the room with his hands held out. Having no idea where he was going the Brit every so often walked into objects, ended up swearing under his breath and stumbling over his own feet. Turning suddenly Arthur accidently knocked over a glass with his hand, causing it to smash all over the floor! "Shit..." He muttered, Panicking and without thinking he knelt to the floor feeling for whatever he had dropped to pick it up. Not knowing that it was glass he was badly cutting his hands, causing them both to bleed.
Alfred had managed to find some clothes he had washed wrong, making them shrink slightly. Once he was sure that there were no other clothes he could get for the Brit, he made his decent down the stairs. "I hope he doesn't mind these-" He mutters to himself but is cut short at the sound of a loud smash. Ever so slowly, he turned around a corner that would lead into his living room (his house is open-plan so it has few doors on the bottom floor) and the sight of Arthur attempting to pick up broken glass with bloody and cut up hands nearly causes him to panic. But ignoring the need to flail about he goes to help his friend.
"Arthur- What are you doing?! Your hands are bleeding like mad!" The American exclaims and kneels down next to Arthur- "Dude, don't worry ill sort the glass out but at the moment we need to clean up your hands!"
Jumping as he heard America's loud voice, Arthur became wide eyed and started to worry, "America? I was just picking up something that accidently knocked over... I didn't know it was there..." Hands shaking the Brit rubbed his cheek with one hand, smearing blood all over himself.
Alfred jolted slightly as he watched Arthur smear blood across his cheek. "Oh jeez, c'mon-" He helps Arthur up and gently takes hold of one of Arthur's hands, not wanting to hurt him, and guides him to the bathroom that was just across the hallway from his living room. "Okay, just sit there," Alfred pushes arthurs shoulders down slightly to sit him down on the side of the bath. "You really cut yourself up huh? You didn't need to try and pick it up," Alfred tells Arthur, making sure his tone didn't sound like he was scolding the other, while he was rummaging around in a small cabinet to try and find some bandages he kept in there.
"Ah! Here it is!" Alfred takes out the soft, rolled up fabric and takes hold of Arthur's right hand and takes great care in bandaging it up, repeating the same process with his left." There you go! Please be careful next time! Here, get changed into these, they are some clothes i brought the other day i only wore them a few times so i hope you don't mind." He lied, not wanting to get scolded for not managing to wash his own clothes properly. Alfred passes over the clothes to Arthur, just shoving them to him. "You'll be okay getting dressed...right..?"
Blinking in surprise Arthur manages to take the clothes, placing it on his lap before turning red in embarrassment to the sudden question. "W-What!? O-Of course! Now get out git!" He flails.
"Alright, alright!" Alfred chuckles and walks out of the bathroom to leave the Brit to change. The door closes behind him loudly. "Hey, Arthur? If you need any help just call okay?"
Hearing the door close, Arthur let out a huff before standing to his feet. He laid the clothing out across the sink gently before slipping off his shoes and started to unbutton his shit. "Yes, yes, I will. Don't worry." He mumbles, wondering what kind of clothing Alfred had given to him.
As Alfred heard Arthur answer back he sighs and walks away from the door. "I hope he'll be okay, but it is just getting changed right? I shouldn't be so paranoid... While Arthur is changing, i suppose i should clean all this up.."
After a few minutes Arthur had managed to change into the clothes Alfred had given him. He folded his own clothes placing them neatly on the toilet seat with his shoes. "There, that wasn't so hard..." He muttered to himself feeling quite accomplished, even if the buttons on the larger shirt were not aligned with each other and over all he looked a mess. Hearing a faint shout, Arthur raised a brow turning his head towards the door. "Alfred...?" He mumbled before picking up his clothing and managing to get out of the bathroom. Standing in the hallway, the Brit knitted his eyebrows together wondering where the American had gone to. He called out, "Alfred? Are you alright?" as he started to slowly wonder down the hall, careful not to bump into anything.
During the time Arthur was getting changed, Alfred had managed to clean up all the glass, put it in the bin and swipe away any left over flecks of glass that could have been stood on. But while he was cleaning up, he hadn't expecting to cut his hand on a rather large piece of glass, causing him to shout out and for Arthur to hear him. ( The wound hadn't bled, so he would be fine for now. ) He heard Arthur calling out and even heard his footsteps if he strained his ears hard enough.
"Arthur, you done getting dressed? And yeah im fine!" He calls out and walks out of his living room to bump into Arthur. "Huh?" He mumbled dumbly. "Oh hey! Hmm.. those clothes are a bit big but at least you have something to wear! And they kinda suit you too!" He chuckles, thinking that at least they didn't shrink too much.
Stumbling back a bit, Arthur gave a nod before a scowl appeared on his features. "You better have not given me anything embarrassing to wear! Otherwise I will kill you Alfred!" He paused for a moment before speaking again. "What should I do with these?" Arthur asked as he shifted his clothes and shoes that were in his hands.
"Dont worry its nothing embarrassing! Just a t-shirt with the superman logo on it! Its awesome isnt it! Its my fave' t-shirt too, you should be happy! I dont let anyone wear it! Oh, and just pass those, ill go and clean them for ya'!" Alfred took the clothes from Arthur, not even letting Arthur reply and ran off into his kitchen where his washing machine is to leave the surprised Brit standing in the hallway.
"No- Wait- What?!"
A.N: 'Italics' with apostrophe's (is that even the right term- ) are thoughts if you didnt know yet! uwu
I kinda rushed through this one more than the last so there will probably be loads of mistakes and things that don't make sense and im sorry! ;w;
ahh and Sam, i hope you are enjoying this! It took me freakin' ages to write out-
As always, if i have made any mistakes, tell me and i shall fix them! Please don't be shy to point out any mistakes i have made! And i hope you enjoyed!