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So now to answer one of the many questions… What were they fighting about 83?

"Would you swear that you'll always be mine? Or would you lie? Would you run and hide?"

Arthur awoke at around ten in the morning. The curtains were pulled back and sunlight was coming, which made hide back under the covers.

A wave of agony then washed over him. All the sadness that he had almost forgot about rushed back to. As tears started to roll down his eyes he heard movement in the room. That's when he remembered he was still with Alfred in his hotel room.

Damn you Alfred… why can't you just leave me alone?

Alfred then toke it upon himself to try and make Arthur at least talk to him.

"Hey, Arthur… wake up… waaaake uuuup"

"…what"

"Hi"

"Leave me alone"

"Come on, you have to at least eat some breakfast before you go back to sulking"

Arthur thought about it for a while. Come to think of it, he really hasn't eaten in two days.

With a sigh, he pushed the covers off of his head and sat up, only to have a tray with food on it plop down in front of him. He looked at Alfred, about to question him about the food, only to find himself speechless as Alfred gave that stupid big grin of his.

"T-thank you"

"No problem… what's wrong"

"W-what are you talking about"

"Well your staring at me with funny look"

Arthur turned his face away and started to eat the food. He really didn't know how hungry he was until he started eating. His could feel that his face was red.

Alfred suddenly noticed that Arthur had stopped eating his food and was starting to cry. He knew that it was about 'he who should not be named' so he decided give him a hug and offer him some confront only to shoved, not just a little, but totally off the bed.

"Dude what did I do"

"ITS ALL YOUR FAULT"

"…"

Now this stunned Alfred. His fault, why was this his fault. What had he done other then help him with his depression.

Arthur began to cry harder. He terribly wanted to be back with Francis and forget about this whole thing. He wanted to forget everything from two nights ago.

(FLASHBACK)

Francis stormed away from the living room and into the kitchen.

"Francis I didn't mean that, I SWEAR I didn't mean that"

Arthur said through the tears now flowing down his face.

"Please Francis I didn't mean, I didn't-"

"Will you shut up Arthur, I think you've proven your point to me that you don't want to be with me"

"NO I WANT to be with you I LOVE you, YOU"

"Just get away from me"

"Francis wait a-"

"I said get AWAY"

And with that he turned around while at the same time backhanding Arthur across the face. Francis then grabbed Arthur's coat and shoved it at him.

"Get out of my house Arthur" he said while opening the front door and pointing to the outside.

"…but-"

"NOW"

Arthur ran out the door at a full sprint. His heart felt like someone had stabbed it then yanked it out of his chest.

Why…

"WHY"

Arthur started to cry even harder. The thought of that night is just unbearable. But the memory was still in his head, replaying over, and over again, and again. Never in his whole entire life has he ever felt like killing himself, ever.

Alfred, at this point, still on the ground from when he was rudely shoved off the bed, stared up at the Englishman crying into his hands. He wished that there was something he could do for him, but every time he tried to help… he pushed him away.

"…Its all your fault"

Alfred head perked up at the statement. Why was this is fault. What has he done?

"How?"

"How… HOW what the bloody hell kinda is that 'How?' you know how"

"Actually, no I don't"

"Well you should know, you're the whole bloody reason I'm in this hell hole, you're the whole reason Francis and I…"

Arthur paused for a moment after he said 'his' name. He could tell that at even the just trying say the Frenchman's name was hard on him. He couldn't imagine what it must be like remembering all memories the two had made together.

"… why we're fighting in the first place"

"Well… why are you two fighting over me"

"Because…"

"Because... what" Alfred was a little scared to find out 'because'. But he wanted to know. He wanted to help him through all these hard times, and even if it was just a little bit, he was a hero, he had to help him. Although, after Arthur told him why... he felt his heart skip a beat and he felt like he couldn't breathe

"Because for the past three months I've been having feelings for you"

D8 SUSPENSE

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