AN: This little one shot was inspired by one of the many UsUk pictures I have downloaded on my computer. I wrote it in the heat of the moment, so sorry if it's not up to par. I'm actually quite proud of it actually :3
Disclaimer: All rights go to Hidekaz Himaruya!
Don't Cry
The little boy cried loudly as his guardian gently patted his head. He rubbed his bright blue eyes, a blue that matched the clear sky above them. The green eyed man smiled and squatted down, resting a hand on the child's shoulder.
"Now now Alfred," he said, pulling the small fists away to reveal red puffy eyes. "Don't cry, it's not manly!"
"But- but- I don't-" the boy hiccupped and looked down, fresh tears falling down his cheeks. "I don't w-want you to go Artie! You're always gone for s-so long!"
"I promise, I try to come back sooner, alright?"
"I don't want you to go!" Alfred sniffled.
"I know," Arthur smiled sadly and placed a soft kiss on the boy's forehead. "I'm sorry."
The rain pounded relentlessly on them, drenching everything. A coldness had settled in his chest, angrily gripping his heart. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't be happening. Hot tears poured down his face, contrasting with the cool touch of the rain. Those dark blue eyes, once so bright, stared at him sullenly. They pierced his very soul and read him like a book. He shivered, but not because of the cold.
"Alfred you idiot!" he yelled, his voice cracking pathetically. His rifle wasn't even pointed at him anymore. "Why can't you ever follow anything through to the end!"
"All I want is my freedom," the younger man replied, eyes unwavering, Rifle barrel steady as it pointed at the British soldiers chest. His heart specifically, his heart. He didn't need to shoot. Arthur felt as if his heart was being ripped straight out of his chest and the hole dug into.
He broke out in sobs and fell to the ground on his knees. The sound of rifles clattering on the ground was muted by the mud as they both drop their weapons. Alfred ran to his old guardian and mentor. Arthur reached out and grabbed the blue coat, the revolutionary uniform that made this all too real. Alfred's palms gently touched his cheeks, bringing his face to look up into those eyes, those once so friendly eyes.
"You were the one who taught me not to cry, to stand up and defend my beliefs," he said, and the words sunk into him like needles. "You were…so great."
"I don't want you to go…" he cried, pleading the young man with his eyes.
Alfred frowned and bent down, leaving a soft, delicate kiss on his forehead. With a stony face he turned away a walked across the battle field, to the people already celebrating their victory and freedom.
"I know…I'm sorry…"