A/N: This chapter will be a special chapter. It's special because it will be in Alfred's POV this time. It'll be a bit shorter though than my normal chapters. So it'll only be around 500-700 words this time.

Alfred lets out a sigh as he sees Arthur make his way across the yard to his house. Why did I take him that night? He lays down on the bed and dreams about the night he stopped hating Arthur.

Alfred had decided to take a walk around his house one night. He couldn't sleep. He had tried opening his window and letting cool air in but all that came in was noise from next door, Arthur's house.His mouth turned into a sneer as the thought crossed his mind.

Making sure his mother doesn't hear him, he makes his way down the stairs and out the back door. He doesn't know why he feels so uneasy tonight. There is a tugging pain on his right pinky and no amount of ice or heat could help. Maybe I hit it or something during Football practice earlier today.Alfred sighs and starts walking around then yard when he sees Arthur's window open.

Maybe the fag can't sleep either, he feels a pang on his heart as the thought runs across his mind. Alfred ignores it and walks over to the tree and looks at the window, just watching. He feels this calming him down as he sees Arthur's silhouette walk past the window multiple times. Alfred nearly falls asleep on the tree, when he feels a sharp pang in his chest causing his eyes to shoot open, only to see Arthur standing in the window looking like he's about to jump.

When he sees Arthur jump from the window and collapse on the ground, it seems like time itself had slowed down when he took that first step out and fell towards the ground. All that was running through Alfred's mind was to help Arthur. He didn't know what was happening but he felt himself running over to Arthur's body. When he got there, he could hear a slight groan from the body on the ground before it went completely silent. Alfred had this feeling that no matter what he was going to get him to the hospital.

He picked up Arthur and carried him to his mom's car and laid him down in the back seat. Hang in there Arthur… Wait, what am I thinking? I don't care about…him…Alfred sighs and gets into the drivers' seat and drives the unconscious Brit to the hospital.

When they get to the hospital, Alfred quickly grabs Arthur and carries him into the main lobby area, "could you help us? My…My brother fell and he's not waking up. You have to help him." The receptionist looked up and a look of panic washed over his face when he saw Arthur.

"Give him to me. I will call Doctor Tonny. You must go home now." The white haired man came over and grabbed Arthur from his arms gently and carried him into the Emergency Ward. Alfred felt a twist in his stomach has he watched the limp teen in the arms of the Russian. At least be alive Kirkland.

Alfred awoke with a start. He was covered in sweat and his breathing was heavy. Shit…I…I am not falling for him. I am straight. And…and I don't like gays. Alfred let out a sigh and looked at the time, 11:08. His head hung in guilt I was supposed to come over to help with the project. Oh well…It's…It's not like I care what Arthur thinks…Right?

He rolled back over and lay down, staring at the ceiling. A slight tug is felt on his right pinky. Alfred lets out a sigh and ignores it. I should have someone look at it. My pinky has been hurting for a while now.

Alfred lets out a groan and put a pillow on top of his face, trying to fall back asleep.

A/N: Most likely the shorted chapter I will ever write for this. I just didn't have the time tonight. I will make up for it tomorrow. And OMG so many shimejis on my desktop. A bunch of Germanys, Italys, Americas, and Englands