How many times must I apologize to you?
No matter what I do, you seem to move away.
Why?
Can't you come back to me, please?
Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Does your heart connect to mine, as I long for mine to connect to yours? I am asking all these questions, and yet you do not give me answers. Do you not care?
Are you even listening?
Matthew was peacefully sleeping in the guest bed at Alfred's house, dreaming of maple syrup and cute little animals.
Kumajiro was sleeping by his feet, snoring softly, and shifting positions every few seconds. Ah, yes. Matthew was beginning to enjoy spending time with his twin brother, Alfred. Despite the current situation with Arthur at the G8, Matthew was glad he was able to spend quality time with his brother. "Mhh....Maples...." Matthew softly mumbled in his sleep. All was so peaceful...the only problem was that it was Alfred's house. And at Alfred's house, it was NEVER peaceful.
Out of nowhere, Alfred jumped onto Matthew's bed, holding a large brown sack. "Sorry Matt," the American whispered with an impish smile. He raised the large bag over Matthew and shoved his little brother inside of it, ignoring the surprised shriek from Matthew. "Sorry, Matt! But I gotta go see Arthur, and so I have to take you captive!" This was so illogical, that Matthew was practically trying to strangle Alfred through the bag. "I-I don't care!!!! You can go see him! L-L-Let me out!!!!" The Canadian shrieked again, trying to pull himself out of the bag. Alfred pulled the bag off of Matthew, and smiled sheepishly. Well, it was a good plan, right? Perhaps a bit too direct but.....yeah. "Maybe I should have just left without doing this," Alfred said simply, tapping his chin as he pondered. Matthew face-palmed as he began taking back his thoughts about happily bonding with Alfred. get back at Alfred first....bond later.
"F-F-Fine then! B-But I'll...I'll come too!"
"Really? Thanks! What about your little bear buddy here?"
"I'm sure he'll be fine. And, Alfred?"
"Yeah?"
Matthew grabbed a pillow and chucked it at Alfred's face.
"There we go. We're even."
The two brothers packed a few extra clothes, just in case they somehow ended up spending the night in England (Don't think dirty, people!). They boarded Alfred's plane to London as soon as they were ready.
"What should I say to him, anyways?" Alfred asked with an uneasy smile. The American had already worked out a deep, emotional, hero-like apology...but it all slipped out of his mind due to the crazy Matthew incident earlier. Matthew glanced over at Alfred, shrugging simply. "I-I suppose anything will do....as long as y-y-you apologize." Matthew and Alfred had a similar problem; they both were horrible at expressing their feelings. Matthew, obviously, was too shy and timid to express anything to anyone other than Alfred and France. Alfred, on the other hand, was just too proud and somewhat stupid to even say what he wanted. When the American wanted to express gratitude, for instance, he would laugh casually and flash a smile. That gesture often confused the other nations.
"Yeah, I guess. Maybe I should just tell him I'm sorry then give him my famous wink and smile! Hahahaha! Great, right?"
"....sure....yeah...."
"Oh heavens, what will we do!? Its already been over 9 hours! he could die at any given moment!!!" A sprite sobbed. Arthur was still unconscious and barely breathing. The one thing that has kept him alive this long was the mystical creatures' powers. "I'm getting weak," a small unicorn whimpered, "But we must keep trying! Someone will find him soon, so we must hang in! "
Arthur's emerald green eyes that once bounced with life and emotion were dark, hollow, and empty. He was dying. The air that he managed to fill his lungs with had to fight the constricting feeling in his throat. He was barely breathing, and his skin was paling. It was all so dark and cold....
Was this the end for the Kingdom of Britain?
Alfred.... the single name ricocheted through his name, slicing him deep as if it were a knife, burning his insides like it was a poison..... the single name Alfred.
He was dreaming...
"Arthur! Arthur!"
Arthur fondly smiled as he turned to the young, colonial, affectionate Alfred. The boy returned the smile and outstretched his arms to hug Arthur. "Arthur!" he cried happily as they embraced. The empty world of white they stood in made Arthur dizzy, but he ignored the feeling. What did it matter? This what what Arthur longed for....this moment, Arthur wanted to live in it forever...
......or did he?
Suddenly, the small boy that barely reached his ribs changed. Alfred became his tall, cocky, and cheery self. But he was not a colony. He was America. 50 states and all, including that tasteless bomber jacket. "A-Alfred!? Let go!" Arthur gasped, his face becoming flushed. For them to hug like this....it was.....! Alfred met Arthur's gaze. The American was smiling slyly and his eyes were half-lidded. What was he planning? Alfred leaned forward brushing his lips against Arthur's cheek.
"GAH! A-ALFRED! STOP THAT!" Arthur shouted in pure embarrassment. He trembled in his attempts to shove away the American. "We can't do this! I don't want this!"
America pulled away and stared at Arthur in confusion.
"That's a lie. Just relax, Arthur."
Arthur blushed as Alfred leaned in for another chaste kiss.
Maybe, the Briton thought to himself, the Revolution didn't end up in misery after all.... Now, Alfred and I can be.....
"ARTHUR!!!!!"
The dream world shattered at the instant Arthur heard the scream. Alfred vanished.
"DAMNIT, MATTHEW! HURRY UP AND DIAL 999!!!! ARTHUR, YOU IDIOT, STAY WITH ME!!!! ARTHUUUUUUUUR!!"
When Alfred and Matthew landed in London and drove to Arthur's house, they did not expect this.
Arthur's body, unconscious, still, and pale. He was just lying there, sprawled on the ground as if he had fallen. He most likely did. At first, Alfred didn't know what to do.
Scream.
Cry.
Run.
He wanted to do these things, and yet he new he couldn't. Matthew, who stood beside him, just stood there with his lips quivering. "A-Arthur!" The Canadian broke the deathly silence as he slumped to the ground, kneeling by the Briton's body. "A-Alfred! H-H-How did this h-happen!?" he sobbed, crying like a child that lost a favorite toy. Alfred finally snapped out of his shock and commanded, "Matthew! Call 999! Now, and hurry! We can't waste any time here....he is dying as we speak!" Matthew nodded and raced towards the living room phone.
As Matthew sobbed and explained into the phone, Alfred knelt by Arthur's side. Tears were pooling in the American's eyes as he stared into the face of the Englishman. Arthur looked....dead. His skin was chalk-white, his eyes were dim and hollow-looking, and his chest was barely moving as he breathed. Heavens, what had caused this? Did the Brit go drinking to ease his pain after the G8?
G8...
G8......
Alfred buried his face in his hands, realizing his errors once more.
Oh God no....oh dear God no....no no no no no no!!!!! This is my fault!!!! The G8 commotion and everything....holy shit what have I done!? Arthur! Arthur!!! ARTHUR!!!!! Alfred could no longer contain his guilt quietly. Like Arthur did at the G8, he began shouting out what he felt. "ARTHUR! DAMN IT!!! ARTHUR, YOU IDIOT! STAY WITH ME! ARTHUR!!!!!!" The American grabbed the Brit by the shoulder and shook him, hoping to somehow reawaken him. Nothing. "Damn it....please...." Alfred could feel more tears flow. He suddenly didn't care if Matthew was in the next room. He didn't care if anybody was watching.....
Alfred gently pressed his lips to Arthur's.
Arthur did no reawaken like the princesses in fairy tales. He stayed the same. Why did Alfred even attempt such a foolish idea?
He wanted to anyways.
Matthew had witnessed the entire thing, knowing full well of Alfred's feelings for Arthur. The Canadian knew of those feelings for years, even before WWII. The sound of sirens snapped the two out of their thoughts. "Thank goodness!" Alfred breathed. The paramedics came in with the stretcher and an oxygen tank. "Come on, Mr. Kirkland..." one of them muttered as he placed the oxygen mask onto Arthur. "He's still breathing....but his pulse is dangerously low. We ned to get him to the Emergencies!! Hurry!"
"Matt," Alfred choked out. "Its my fault..."
Matthew didn't answer him at all.
He knew Alfred was right.
Antonio rushed down the halls of the hospital in London. Matthew had informed most of the other nations that were on good terms with Arthur about the unfortunate event. That mean Antonio, Feliciano, Romano, Toris, Kiku, Francis, Yao, and Peter. "I hope everything is alright..." the Spaniard muttered. He was still cross about the armada incident all those years ago, but he was still on good terms with Arthur.
"Yes, I know! Ahahaha!"
Was that....Romano? Antonio stopped in his tracks and peered around the corner of the hall, eyeing the Italian. What was this!? The irritable, grumpy, snappish Romano was heartily smiling and laughing? With a female nurse? *Antonio had noticed that Romano was a bit bitter and snappish towards males...but women, Romano treated them like precious and fragile beings. "Oh, so I see," the nurse laughed. She was quite lovely. Her curly brown hair was tied back into a slender ponytail, her eyes were the color of sapphires...and her face was lovely! An angel, Antonio had to admit.
This made his blood boil with jealousy.
Why couldn't Romano.....be the same with Antonio? The one who raised him? The one that fought to protect him for other greedy nations? The one that always loved him? "Hey! Romano! Over here!" Antonio suddenly shouted. Romano and the lovely nurse turned to the Spaniard with confused faces. "Eh? Antonio? What are you doing here?"
"Matthew called. He told me about Arthur, and so I came to offer him my best wishes and good health! Shall we go off to see him?"
Romano briefly have Antonio a death-look, but nodded. "Ah, yes. Forgive me, Ms. Emily, but I must go." The Italian spoke a quick sentence in Italian after that, then followed Antonio down the hallways. "What the FUCK was that all about?" Romano snapped with irritation.
Yep.
The Romano that Antonio was used to was back.
"Me? How about you? Flirting with that nurse!? And saying to her, Until next time, my lovely, in Italian was so cheesy!" Antonio snapped back. Romano frownedat the Spaniard. "Goddamn, you're pissed! You fucking worry about everything!"
"Lovino," Antonio said quietly. Romano was shocked by the use of his human name. He didn't use it often, he liked Romano better. But.... "I know that I've asked you this before but...will you marry me?"
Arthur was blinded by light.
Slowly opening his eyes, he wondered where he was. "W-Where...?"
"A-Arthur!"
"Alfred...? Where am I...?"
The American, who was sitting by Arthur's hospital bed, sighed with relief. "Thank God! I was so worried!"
"Hey, you git! Answer me, will you?"
"..After the G8 meeting when you..yeah, you know...yelled at me, you rushed home. The doctors told me that your depression, anxiety, and built-up emotions caused you to go into this, um, freaked out stage. Your lungs didn't work right and you were unconscious for almost 13 hours...."
Arthur blinked in surprise, then he remembered it all.
All.
He turned red with shame and tore his gaze away from Alfred. "Arthur?"
"W-What?" the Brit was embarrassed already. Was Alfred here to mock him? "I'm sorry, so sorry....its all my fault..." Alfred whimpered. The American ignored the tubes that were connected to Arthur, and wrapped his arms around him. "Please...I'm so sorry..."
"A-Alfred...?" Arthur breathed. He felt warmth rising up from his chest and spreading throughout his body. "No, I'm sorry. I was a complete bastard at the meeting....I'm....."
"Shut up, Arthur. Just, please, relax. That way I can stop having heart attacks every time I see you?"
"W-What!?"
"Ve! Ve! Look, Ludwig! They're lovey-dovey!" Feliciano and Ludwig entered the room at a very, shall we say, intimate moment. Alfred pulled himself off of the Englishman and turned beet red, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "H-Hey! So, you came by?" Ludwig nodded his reply. "Yes, Feliciano begged me to stop by as well. I hope you are feeling better, Arthur." Arthur nodded his thanks, his dizziness coming back suddenly. The last thing he needed was more....
"AIYAH! Arthur, are you alright, aru?!"
"Ahahahaha! My, my! It seems that poor Arthur had an accident! Merci!"
"A-Arthur-san? Are you alright?!"
"BROTHER!!!!"
"Mr. Arthur, are you feeling alright?"
"A-A-Arthur! A-Are you alright?"
Arthur felt a serious migraine coming on.... Alfred asked them all to be a little quieter around Arthur, since he just woke up. "Brother! Brother!" Peter wailed, ignoring Alfred. He rushed to his brother's side, sobbing and crying for Arthur to not die. "P-Peter! Don't cry! Hey," Arthur sighed as he placed an arm around Peter with a smile, "I'm not going to die, alright?"
Finally, everyone settled down and asked Arthur if he was feeling alright. The last thing Arthur needed was something unexpected and loud...
As if on cue, Antonio and Romano burst into the room loudly. "ROMANO SAID YES!!! WE ARE GETTING MARRIED!!! YES!!!!!!"
Arthur promptly fainted.
It has been proven that Romano is stingy and snappish towards men, but he's polite and flirty with women! Shameless Romano! LOL!
What Could It Be? will be updated this weekend.
THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING!!!! *SMILES* And yes, everyone wanted Alfred to save Arthur, and so he did. Originally, i was going to have Peter visit Arthur and find him, then call Alfred in panic.
ANTONIO AND ROMANO ARE GETTING MARRIED! HOORAY! Oh, and Arthur is free once more.
Arthur: Bloody fangirl! You nearly killed me!
Me: *glomps Romano* Now, I'm holding Romano hostage. Ahahaha....
Antonio: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! GIVE HIM BAAACK!!"
Romano: These people have serious issues....