Alfred P.O.V.
I heard Arthur burst into tears. Despite only knowing this man for not very long, my heart-ached for him. I wanted to burst into that room, and run away with the messy-haired Briton, away from this hospital, away from everything that could hurt him. But I simply stood there, and listened.
"I trust you Toris, please help him..." I whispered.
Artie is in pain, despite giving off the look of being completely without pain. He is strong, so strong. I didn't know what was wrong with him at the time, however, I knew it must have been something truly heart-breaking.
I leant heavily against the wall next to the door, and my heart pounded in my chest, with deep sympathy for the emerald-eyed man.
Arthur P.O.V.
I was weak... So very weak. My fingernails dug into my palms and a burning sensation plagued my throat. I gasped for air, but no matter how much I tried, it seemed like nothing entered my lungs.
"Why... Damned frog, why?" I hiccuped, tears salty on my tongue.
"Mr Kirkland... I understand this conversation has given you nothing but stress. However, we can help you." The doctor beside me said.
"Who is this, as you put it: 'damned frog' you speak of?'"
I chuckled dejectedly, I felt my hair covering my face, sticky with tears and sweat.
"A horrible man, a handsome man. A cheating man, a charming man. A lying man, a loving man." I listed out, a maniacal smirk slowly creeping it's way onto my lips.
Stop.
"What's his name?"
I laughed loudly and madly, before a fierce scowl replaced my playful smile.
"Fran...cis..." I growled.
It felt like my heart was pounding in rage, and I clenched my fists harder, my nails now cutting into the skin. Before I let out pained yell, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder, and all my anguish... Just disappeared. Looking blindly up, a soothing voice hushed me from saying anything more.
"Calm down Artie, be good for Dr. Laurinaitis."
My eyes widened, and the tears now slowed and my heart-beat relaxed.
"A-Alfred?" I asked, reaching out into the darkness, and flinched when I felt the familiar large hand take mine gently.
"Dr. Laurinaitis, will help you Artie. Trust him." Those words were warm yet stubborn and honest. I tilted my head down in shame for my act and nodded, the hand let go of mine and I heard the door shut.
There was silence before the doctor spoke up again.
"I'm sorry to have pushed you Mr. Kirkland. I hope you understand that I am trying to make you feel better-"
"No. It's my fault for overreacting, I apologise for my actions." I interrupted. "I do believe I have took up too much of your time..."
"Ah, no worries. But we shall reschedule another meeting tomorrow perhaps. We can take this as slowly as you would like."
"I'd like that... Thank-you." I looked up to smile at the doctor, unfortunately it probably came across as a sad-smile.
Alfred P.O.V.
I glanced over at the pale man, he was more calm and composed now than what he was when he was in that room... What had got him so upset? I frowned in deep thought. I did hear him say a name when I walked in to help Toris out a little bit... Frank? No that's not it... Francine... France- Francis? Suddenly something in my mind clicked.
He was in pain, I rushed to grab him, before he stumbled over.
"Arthur? Arthur!"
Before he lost consciousness he softly whispered.
"Fran-cis... Why aren't you here to-" his eyes drooped. "Help me... Breathe?"
Francis, huh? Who is he... Who is he...
"Who is he?"
"Who?" Oh crap, I didn't realise I had spoken aloud. Damn-it... Well, there's no use in lying, Arthur would see past that sort of crap.
"This 'Francis' guy?" I asked carefully, I was hoping this wouldn't make Artie angry again.
"Curiosity killed the cat." He muttered. Usually, at that point, I would give up. But something just wouldn't let me stop, I was going too deep.
"Satisfaction brought it back." I countered, trying to keep a playful-tone.
The man sighed with unknown emotion, before replying:
"Maybe, I will tell you another day. But not today." That was good enough for me, I was the one asking him so it was only fair for him to say. Besides he didn't say he would never tell me.
"Arthur..." I said, as we walked aimlessly down the quiet corridors of the hospital, hearing the occasional schizophrenic cry of despair from some of the rooms. I shivered- remembering the one time when I took care of a schizophrenic patient. Never again.
"Yes Alfred?" Said the blonde man, his green bulbs slowly seeming more life-like.
"It's recreation time at the moment, so is there any chance you'll maybe..." I paused, why was I getting all worried about this? "You'll maybe play the violin? I mean- don't if you don't want to! But, I haven't heard you play," a little lie, sorry Artie, "and I would like to hear you play something!"
I stared at my feet, the heat on my face becoming warmer. Why did I feel this way, I only asked him to play the violin for me!
Peeping through the window, it was to my surprise that it was Arthur playing! He looked so intense, and his playing- it was the most amazing thing I'd ever heard. I stared for ages, it was like I was watching a story unfold before my eyes.
My heart felt heavy in my chest, as it rattled inside my rib-cage loudly. Oh, I see.
But which was I more in love with the sound the violin produced or-
"Okay." The cool voice disturbed my thoughts. Looking other at Arthur, he was nodding slowly. "Okay, I will play for you."
...
When we had made it to the room, he rushed over to the cupboard.
"You know your way around here, huh?" This was the room I saw him play...
"Well, I did spend a week here- Ah, found it!" He pulled out the violin and another thing... The bow?
He got into position, before pausing.
"Do- Do you have any requests?" He said, red-faced.
"Are you embarrassed?" I quickly asked, I hope he didn't feel uncomfortable.
"A little bit, I don't usually play in-front of people..."
This guy wasn't a professional violinist? He certainly sounded like one!
"Didn't you play with Roderich?"
"Playing with him was a bit different to having him as an audience." I nodded, kind-of understanding his point.
"Aase's death... Do you know it?" Careful now, Alfred. Looking at Arthur's reaction, I noticed a little bit of shock.
"Ah- well yes... It's actually a favourite of mine!" He replied, shock laced into his words.
"It was my grandma's favourite." He nodded, and without saying another word, he began to play.
Again the man played soulfully, putting every effort into every note. However, the song had changed. It was much more intense than what I last saw, and I could only presume he was spilling out all of his emotions into that musical instrument. I felt something damp on my cheek, slowly I reached my hand to touch, and when I removed the fingers I saw a drop of water sitting delicately on the ring finger. Blinking, more tears slipped out. Is this how you feel Arthur, is this how you feel all the time? My throat burned and my heart thumped painfully in my chest. This was the most beautiful and most tragic music I had ever heard, and stared at the Englishman. It was decided for me then. I was going to make sure this amazing man would no longer get hurt, I prayed to a God that I didn't even believe in; that this man... This man I- I loved, would no longer have pain.
When the song ended, I strode up to the man and wrapped him into a comforting hug. He was reluctant at first, before nervously copying the gesture. I smiled.
I'll take the pain away from you, you will be painless.
WHOA. I think I stepped up my writing game in this? Only me? Okay. I'm doing Psychology next year as a GSCE (sorry English stuff, it's basically when you get to the point in schooling where you do big exams, this is crucial towards your future). But I wanted to up my game in this to kinda put some... Crazy sh*t in it basically.
I honestly love writing about insanity. I wrote a point-of-view from a schizophrenic serial-killer once for an English assessment (that only I did, nobody else in the class bothered). To be honest, if you don't know me in real-life, I can come across as kind to people. Once you get to know me, I'm actually pretty damn creepy... A bit like Ivan, but less murderous, da?
Alfred realised his feelings finally huh? About damn time, is it me or does it sound like he's turning yandere? Sorry to make him Athiest, I'm Athiest- so I am biased, I apologise. Poor Toris had to withstand the wrath of a scary Arthur, (I don't envy him).
Story of the week? Me and my dad sung that really depressing song at the start of Pirates Of The Caribbean really loud and bad, whilst I rocked sideways on a decaying rocking-horse, my Vietnamese cousins were just staring like "whuut stupid english people." OH MY, I HAVE TO GET UP IN 4 HOURS I TOTALLY LOST TRACK OF THE TIME, BYE!