What We Still Don't Know

by underLINED mine

"How", and "Why" are the things that Canada isn't sure that he wants to know as he listens to France tell about how and why they did what they had done. Meanwhile, England tries to deal with his part in it, and how he tries to fix it ends up creating a bigger mess. POV sequel to "Who I Still Am", though you can read this first. Second in the Regrow, Refind trilogy.

3. Down the Rabbit Hole & What He Saw There

Two days ago

"Alfred, I'm so sorry for this, for all of this, for what I've done. If I could, I would turn back time, just to see you once more." Arthur felt his lead heart weigh his body down. He felt sick. He wanted to vomit the evilness out. Even the fairies couldn't help him feel better. They didn't know what it was like to lose your friend, more than a friend, someone that only now he realized just how much he loved him, by destroying him and yourself. He was evil. Disgusting. Corrupted. He felt sick.

A twig snapped. He turned. A golden-brown bunny was looking at him innocently, slightly cautious. Arthur smiled and gestured him to come here. After all, he loved animals like him, cute and innocent. He ran away. Even he didn't want him.

He ran after the rabbit.

He found it quickly, still trying to get away. Why get away? Wasn't he nice, did he not love him more than anyone else? The bunny ran as fast as he could, but Arthur was faster, quickly gaining speed. Five feet away, four feet away, Arthur extended his arms. Three feet away, two feet, he could just barely touch him. He would hold the child in his hands soon. One foot away… He crashed into a wall. Alfred fled. He looked up.

It was an old house that, even from the back, seemed familiar. Carvings from long before covered in moss. A broken window they never fixed. He walked around to the front. If he knew this place, and he was pretty sure… Underneath a small rock by the door was simple and sturdy key, still in good shape. Unlike him with Alfred. He opened the door.

The only disturbed thing was him. Everything was covered in dust. The table where they played, to the couch where he consoled him after losing the toy he was given. Could it be? He searched under the bed, quickly finding it. So that's where it was. Silly Alfred. He hugged the toy rabbit, and started to cry. How could everything be so preserved here, all these memories, when he would never see the boy again? Walking out the room, he heard something downstairs. He ran down the stairs. Fumbling in the dark, he found something small and fluffy. He hugged it. It turned out to be a rat. He threw it as far as he could. It knocked down a book. As he picked it up, he noticed that it was a spell book, some of which he had forgotten.

Maybe there was a way to bring Alfred back after all.

Sorry for publishing it so late in the day. This isn't as emotional as what I'm working on, so I'm like 'meh'. What do you think?