"What are you doing?" I repeated, taking a step further into our shared dorm. He snapped out of his shocked stupor and shook his head at me, continuing to stuff his suitcases.

When he made no move to answer me, I walked forward until I was right in back of him. Grabbing his hands, I pressed myself closer to him before whispering into his ear.

"Answer me."

What the hell am I doing?

Releasing his hands from my iron grip, I took a step back and waited for an answer I knew I was going to get. For some reason, I was really pissed and couldn't control my actions. I knew I was scaring Artie by the way his body was tensed up, but I really couldn't give a damn. I wanted answers goddamnit, and I was going to get them.

One way or the other.

Artie slowly turned around and faced me, his face flushed red. His hands were balled into fists, and he seemed to be taking deep breaths. I knew I was pissing him off too, and a small part of me wanted to hug him and apologize. A very small part of me.

"Well?" I asked, my voice coming out more huskier than normal.

Snapping those venomous eyes to meet my icy blue ones, he glared. Shoving me aside, he made his way to his drawers, grabbing a handful of clothing and throwing it in the direction of his suitcase. Stomping back over, he began sorting the mess of shirts and pants into his suitcase, talking rapidly.

"Well if you must now, I'm leaving. I'm going back to London and most likely am going to stay there until after Christmas." With a bit of difficulty, he snapped the large suitcase shut, and began dragging it toward the door where other bags lay. Before he could lay a hand on the door, I captured his wrist a second time. This time however, he struggled to get away.

"L-let go, you git! I'm g-going to be lat-"

"Why?! You're running away because we had some stupid fight?!" I found I couldn't control my anger as my questions came out in a shout. Artie froze for a moment before coming to his senses and struggling even more.

"I don't know what the b-bloody hell you're talking a-about! N-now let me go!"

What's happening? What's wrong with me?

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! Now answer me already! Is it because your jealous of Mattie? There is nothing between us!" His face was turning redder by the second and I saw tears gather in his emerald eyes, but I couldn't stop myself.

What am I doing? Why am I hurting him?

The hand that I wasn't trapped in my vice grip, began to pound on my cheset. Arthur had his eyes squeezed shut as if that would stop the tears that were pouring down his cheeks.

"S-stop it! You're hurting me! Let g-go already!" He shouted. Ignoring him, I captured his free hand, and pushed him against the wall.

"No, you need to listen! You're such a goddamn hypocrite Arthur! You always get jealous, but I can't because then you get all pissy! You were holding hands with Kiku, but I guess that's okay right?! Because it's you who's doing it and not me!" I shouted in his face.

Arthur began sobbing now, and even though I knew it was because of me, I just couldn't stop. It was like this cloud had drifted over my brain, controlling my body and making me see red. I was furious but not at Arthur, at this whole situation! Usually I'm a calm guy. I hardly ever get into arguements because of my easy-going attittude, but something inside me had snapped, and I was spitting out words that weren't mine.

I made him cry. Why am I doing this? Hero's aren't like this.

"Isn't that about right Arthur?! You get to flirt with your 'friends' but I can't spend time with mine?! And now you're running away just like in highschool! Is that all you can do?! Huh, Arthur?! Run away like the coward you are?!"

SMACK

My head whipped to the side, and a burning sensation began to spread through my cheek. It took me a second to realize that Arthur had ripped his hand away and slapped me.

Using my momentarily shocked state to finally push me away, Arthur all but ran to grab his things from the ground. Hurriedly gathering his bags, he rushed to the door. I held out a hand toward him, regret and guilt washing over me as I realized all the nasty things I had said to him.

"Arthur wait, I'm so-"

The slam of the door cut me off, and I could only stand there as shame built up in my subconscious. I could still hear Arthur crying and hiccuping in the hallway.

What have I done?

I walked over to Arthur's bed and sat on it with a huff. Hunching over to stare at the abandoned closet, I chuckled dryly.

"I made him cry."

I hid my face in my hands, feeling disgusted with myself. I began cracking up at my stupidity, and laid back on the bed. My laughter died down and a scowl made it's ugly self present. Using my arm to cover my face, I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out in frustration. I really am just the lowest of the low aren't I?

"Heros don't cry..."

There you go! :D See I finally updated EARLY!

HUZZAH!

Ahem- anyways, even though it was shorter than the last one I actually feel good about this one. The events are finally leading up to the grand finale! YES! Gosh, I get myself so excited :3 ((That came out wrong XD))

Also about that last line, there might be some confusion. So I'll tell you this: Alfred's talking to himself c:

- Awesome Empress ((Not to brag or anything c;))