Hello, peoples! I am SOOOOO SO SO SO SORRY! I got writer's block and more illness and sickness and school and UGH! DXX

Again, I am SO sorry! Please forgive me?

Here's chapter 3...

Why does my heart cry?

Feelings I can't fight!

Arthur lay almost lifeless on the wooden floor in his hotel room next to the dark wood dresser. It had been two days since his encounter with Alfred and…Francis that night. He shuddered at the memory of Francis's touch on his skin-and sighed dreamily at the memory of his dance with Alfred; his warm embrace...

England turned his head slowly towards the huge pile of discarded bottles of rum that lay next to him.

After returning to his hotel two nights ago, his eyes puffy and red from crying, he'd ordered every bottle of rum the bar carried downstairs. He'd carried them up to his room on the fourght floor, flopped down onto the bed, and drank to his heart's content. He'd hoped that the alcohol would wipe the night's memories clear from his mind. And it did. By the time he'd finished he had no idea why he had been crying in the first place, yet the pain still lingered in his heart. And now he had a two-day hangover.

"Argh..." he groaned.

He clutched the edge of the nearby dresser with one hand and, with much effort, pulled himself up. He stared into the mirror and cringed.

"Ugh...I look horrible."

His bright, blonde hair stuck up in places he didn't think possible and his clothes were practically falling off of him. He had dark circles under his eyes and his face was blanketed with red, probably from a crying session he didn't remember.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to get himself together, when a sliver of white paper caught his eye. Dread washed over him again as he recalled the visitor he'd had last night.

Last night...

Knock! Knock!

Arthur got up from his bed and slumped over to the door. He was in no mood for visitors.

At all.

He opened the door, just a smidge, to find Matthew standing in the doorway with an envelope in his hand. He looked nervous, maybe a bit scared.

I must be quite a sight...Arthur thought.

But then he thought of something. Something bad. The hands around his heart began to tighten again as realization came to mind. Matthew was Alfred's little brother, which meant the letter was from...him.

Arthur gulped, trying to keep himself calm.

"Wh-what do you want?" he stuttered, a little loudly.

Matthew flinched at the unexpectedly loud tone.

"U-um, m-my brother. H-he wanted me to give this to you."

Matthew practically flung the letter at Arthur through the door and scurried away. But Arthur didn't really care.

He stared at the envelope he held in his shaking hands. Panic, worry, uncertainty, and millions of other feelings spread throughout his now trembling body.

Should I open it? I mean I want to, but what if he-I mean-

Finally, unable to take the suspense and indecision anymore, he ripped open the envelope and swept his eyes hastily over the horrible handwriting that could only be Alfred's. He read it once, twice, three times. Each time he read the scrawled handwriting, his heart skipped a beat.

It read:

Dear Arthur,

Sorry for surprising you like that last night! I guess it would be a shock to anyone! But I couldn't just let that mean guy have his way with you!Guess I got jealous.

But all joking aside, I want to see you. I want to see you so much that it hurts me, my body and soul. I want to apologize to you to your face. And not just about last night, either. About....what I did as well. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow at 3:00pm in the Hetalia Ballroom.

Please come. I want to see you so much. And I hope you do too.

Love always,

Alfred F. Jones

Arthur read the letter again, his heart missing a beat as predicted.. Unable to handle the emotions welling up inside him with each passing moment, he flung the letter across the room, not caring where it fell, and flopped back onto the bed. He proceeded to drink himself drunk.

Which brings us to the present...

Arthur glance up at the tall, brown clock in the farthest corner of the room.

2:45pm..It was now or never: he had to make a decision. Now.

Of course I want to go....I want to see him more than anything in the world, but-

But he was afraid of being hurt again. The Hetalia ballroom had been where they had first met, where they had fallen in love, and where Alfred had left him. And Alfred had been right last night: Arthur still loved him, which made it hurt all the more.

He clutched both hands onto the edge of the dresser, bending over the dark wood. He breathed in and out slowly, his breath coming out in shakes. He didn't want to run anymore. He wanted to hide. He wanted to see, hold, Alfred. He didn't want more pain. He just...just wanted to-

Go.

Arthur snapped his head up, determination filling his deep, emerald eyes. He practically ran towards his bathroom, washed, and hastily threw on a clean pair of clothes. He raced out the door, still trying to put on his dark green coat.. The door shut slowly behind him, no telling what would happen in the next few minutes.

I hope it was to you guys' liking! Sorry if it seems short, but I couldn't fit everthing in one chapter.

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