Bold- Lines in song

Indent- Past/thoughts

Bold Ident- Both

Picture perfect memories that's what they all were and they were just scattered all around the floor. Day's spent with England, the man who just left him standing in the rain after he poured his heart out and yet he just couldn't help searching for times when their lives weren't so messed up any day. He found one picture it was a modern one of Christmas last year.

Japan had taken it when both he and England had almost walked under the mistletoe he'd proudly set up in hopes of getting a kiss and finally telling the man how he felt but of course it failed, he'd jumped the gun smiling like a mad man leading Arthur to think something was up, which something was both literally and figuratively.

That was the moment the camera caught England frowning inches from the x-spot looking at that single weed. While he stood realizing his plan was about to fail. They always seemed to. Nothing he did ever went right, they only caused pain to his Arthur.

Arthur. Again he looked into the center of the pictures reaching for the phone even though ever since the Englishman left he hadn't actually dialed, though he'd picked it up many a time, cause he just couldn't seem to muster the courage to try.

I can't fight it anymore… With that one thought he picked it up again stared at it and then promptly tossed it back into the sea of memories he'd scattered. I wonder if I ever crossed your mind Iggy, to just call me. For me it happens all the time but I'm such a coward… It's a quarter after one and I still can't do it! He closed his eyes fighting back tears, he felt like a child again. I'm all alone in this damn house again and I just need you now.

Suddenly he reached out again grabbing onto that lifeline dialing the number he knew by heart. Said I wouldn't call but I'm doing it! He smiled lightly praying as he lessoned to the phone dialing but knowing if the man didn't pick up he'd break. I've lost all control Artie please pick up and just talk to me. I need you now to say it's gonna be okay and I don't know how I can do without you I just really need you now Artie so please, pick up.

It just rang and rang…

In a bar Arthur Kirkland the personification of England and the United Kingdome had just finished his third small glass of the fiery alcohol he was using to escape the thoughts plaguing him. It wasn't working.

"Another shot of whiskey, sir." He called to the barkeep holding his glass high turning his body back to face the bar instead of the exit.

"Sure thing." He replied smiling lightly then glanced at the exit and back at the man after his refill had turned promptly back to staring at the door. "You know their probably not coming." The Brit just turned back questioningly.

"You can't stop looking at the door, figured your waiting for someone." This caught Arthur of guard and then with his fuzzy mind he laughed. He was waiting for someone. I'm a bloody idiot wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before, being my bloody hero. You always found me lad, and took me home I don't know why I thought tonight would be the same.

"Yeah I guess I am." He choked out. "But I'd be shocked if he did… I don't deserve him to." He held out his glass for another shot, the bartender complied.

"That right?" The bartender asked gently now reaching the conclusion his customer was having a bad day, likely why he was there.

"Yep my good chap, I just ran out on the man I love." He said swallowing the new cup in one gulp then holding it up for another. "So Tim, righ?" He continued once the man nodded confirmation. "If he shows or even speaks to me again it would be a miracle."

"Why'd you leave?"

"Because I don't deserve him… he always hurts me anyways with his silly games. Besides I'm too old for him."

"What's the age difference?"

"Over a thousand…" He said absently tipping his cup to look into it wondering where the drink had gone while the barkeep laughed awkwardly.

"I think you've had enough buddy." He said gently while Arthur scrunched up his face trying to remember through the haze Alfred's age, when humans were concerned.

"He's nineteen."

"That's not too bad…"

"I used to care for him as in I guess babysit him…" He mumbled still wondering where his refill was and trying to use words a human American would understand. Finally Tim refilled it.

"It's still not that bad, a light rob of the cradle but not that bad people sometimes are ten, eleven years apart sometimes."

"Well I can't shake that…" He sighed turning back to stare at the door with his glass. "And I can't help wondering if he truly feels the same after everything… he left first you know."

"Then why are you still staring at that door like he's going to come bursting in any minute? You must love him and I don't see why you're here instead of back there." Suddenly he burst out crying.

Alfred I wonder if I ever cross your mind, you know for me it happens all the time. I always think of your idiotic grin and wait for you're stupid phone calls and ideas. Just seeing you.

"It's a quarter after one though, he might be asleep but you could always try. It really sounds like you to just need to talk it out."

"I don't know Tim… I'm a little drunk and Oh bullocks I just can't he broke my heart with his damn revolution and…" He wailed louder. "Alfred I need you now damn it, I love you. You bloody wanker!" Suddenly 'God Save the Queen' began emanating from his pocket. In his drunken delirium he jumped of the stool and bowed. Then with a look up he realized his queen wasn't there so then what? He remembered he was in a bar and turned to Tim with a priceless puzzled look.

"Yeah that definitely was your last cup buddy… I think that's your phone…" With leaden fingers he tried to get his phone out of his pants pocket, it was much harder than he thought. Of course by the time he succeed he'd missed the call but he held it high in the air like a reward. When he lowered it he checked the caller I.D. it was Alfred.

Bullocks…I saidI wouldn't call but he called me!

"From your expression and silence I'm guessing it's that Alfred guy." He nodded slowly a grimace plastered on his pale face a little sobered up.

"I've lost all control of this ever since the seventeen-hundreds…" Tim gave him another odd look. "And I-i really should call sort this mess up shouldn't I?" The bartender just nodded.

I need you now, I'm wreaked… and your right we need to get this over with some how. I don't know how I can do without you. It seems I always need you to come save me…and I just need you now. I can't keep hiding everything. He stood up quickly determined except he forgot he was on a stool and promptly feel to the floor.

"Woah, woah you ok?"

"You know Tim my good sir, you made me realize some things one I'm seriously drunk. Two I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all…" The helpful soul just stared on confused as to what exactly that meant but before he could even decide on asking the Brit to clarify he was heading/tripping towards the door. Hopefully he didn't get himself killed…

But that was the least of Arthur's concerns as he pulled out his phone and dialed. As soon as he heard Alfred answer and before the American could say anything he yelled into the night. "It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now and I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now." He was stumbling out into the street headed to a group of trees maybe a park.

"Artie?Where are you please tell me your still at the bar."

"No."

"Iggy stay where you are unless you're in a street then totally cross cause if you get hit and like die I don't know how I can do without you. Iggy where are you?" The American was rambling beyond worried. Usually he had all the bars England typically went to call him when the Brit was there apparently tonight Arthur had found a new one.

Arthur had indeed found a park and sat quietly down on a swing nearly falling off. "Alfred I just need you now." Tears broke out again and he choked. " I just need you now."

"Artie, where are you just describe it, please."

When the Englishman looked up again to take in his surroundings he spoke something that caused the American on the other end to pale. "Oh baby, you're here how did you find me America?" Arthur got up from the swing and hugged the aspiration of America when he was a child leaving the present day Alfred to yell for him to come back to the present.

"Artie, I need you now to please snap out of it." But the phone disconnected and quickly Alfred grabbed his coat. Heading out the door hoping he'd find his love before he did something in his delirium, like trying his 'magic' which anyone could say would end badly. He redialed as he ran out into the night but every time he got the same thing.

"Hello, this is England I'm sorry I can't come to the phone. Please leave one message, this means you Alfred. You understand git, one! "Aww but Artie!" ONE!"

AN: Okay I know this isn't very good but it's my B-day and I really wanted to post something so I decided to go for a songfic and I wanted to try this song and then I was like why don't I continue 'Stay with me'
so I tried... and I relize it's not that great and kinda wierd especially at the end but I made my goal and it's posted. I might make another one especially since I kinda left Artie screwed up and poorly drunk (should have wrote that better...) so mabey I'll find another song and write more.