Oh, now I feel like throwing up.

"Is everything all right?" I accidently slip out of my mouth as Arthur closes and locks the door. He doesn't turn, but I know his face is flushed red.

"No, its not," he utters so the others can't hear, in this weak voice. I didn't want to hear him say that, because that made me feel even more bad; i thought he would have lied really. It made me feel more guilty. In what way? Well, the kind of guilty that makes you want to help whomever you might have wronged, and though, yes, I did techinically defeat him in the war that later brought my independance from him, but I had aimed for something else. I didn't want my independance. I wanted recognition. Respect. And most importantly, to be his [Arthur's] equal.

Then again, it wasn't entirely my fault either.

Chapter 4: Loneliness

I walk a little more ahead and into the living room, where Francis and Gilbert have taken their seats, already talkign about celebrating and diffirent kinds of bear. My soildiers stepped outside to keep watch. Arthur, the one at te end of all of us to come inside, slowly paced into the room and sat besides Gilbert, right across from Francis, whom I sat next to. I noticed I was the farthest away from him too. He sat slouching at the edge of the couch, seeming uncomfortable and sick. Everyone else notices, cause now we're al staring at him. So to get rid of this awkwardness for him, I call all the attenttion to myself.

"Hey you guys! Wanna check out my new flag!" I yell as I waved my arms enthusiasticly. Oops, not the best thing to bring up at the moment. Francis, next to me, leans over me as he scoots in the sofa and glares me down almost.

"Hmm, what's going on between the two English lovers?" He smirks as he nudges me. I nervously look into his face creeped out. I swear I'd probably be as red as a britishman's uniform if it were anyone else but Francis asking me this.

"Wh-what are you talking about? Nobody here is upset!" I smile nervously as I scratch the back of my head.

"-sigh-." Everyone turns to Arthur, who sits even farther from us reclined all the way against the sofa. His face is turned away from all of our gazes, but he knows everyone's staring at him. In my head, that sigh screamed 'why are you lying? Can't you see i'm in discomfort? Help me.' I blush and cover my mouth with one of my gloved hands. Thinking of what his sigh would mean made me feel embaressed that I shouldn't be overthinking things again.

"You guys are weird," said Gilbert aloud as he crossed his arms and raised his boots on the granite table that seperated us from each other. He looked bored.

"Well, why don't we just get down to business?" Said Francis a little annoyed as he took out something from inside his blue suit. It was a folder. Probably full of important documents. Gilbert grabs Arthur by the shoulder so harshly, it makes me flinch just watching him being disturbed. Gilbert pulls Arthur close to th etable, where Francis was now close to holding paperwork on it and looking sinisterly at Arthur. Gilbert takes ou t apen from his pocket and puts it in Arthur's hand to sign. Arthir doesn't seem like he's resisting. In fact, his arms are like noodles or something! He's making himself limp or something cause Gilbert keeps struggling to hold him up leaning over the paperwork. Gilbert becomes annoyed.

"Aww c'mon old fart! You've got to sign these damn papers! Don't you want our help? Your as broke as Alfred, if not even worse!" He smiles as he makes fun of him.

"Sign? Sign what?" I ask in curiosity.

"He needs our help. You've left him in major debt. So if I want to kick his ass on fair terms some other time, he needs the help right now by being our lackey!" Laughed Francis. My eyes sadden by this. I turn to Arthur, who slowly looks up at me.

I didn't want this. You know I didn't.

I bite my lip as I stand up. I close my eyes and turn around. Overthinking or not know, his face expression was unbearable. So now, to save the little dignity, or at least pride, he had left for himself, I leave the room and walk upstairs into my bedroom, where I close the door silently, drop onto my bed, cross my arms from under my head as I lay on my stomach, and began to weep. After that, I never get my chance to say my final goodbye.

A few hours later, when I wake up to seeing the dark outside from beyond my closed and exposed window. I hear a a loud clackign sound. I pull the quilt from my bed, feeling terribly cold, and cover myself as I take a look outside. I see The three of them climbing into a chariot. I press a hand against the window, where I breathe warmly on the cold window, the heat from my mouth making it foggy. I use my other hand to poke my glasses up and clean my eyes. I had been crying in my sleep?

"C'mon, don't act like this around everyone else now! You'll get your ass kicked again!" Yelled Gilbert as he grabbed the door handle of the black carriage. He turned around, facing my house, my window, probably me. He smiled.

"Bye bye Alfred," said Gilbert as he waved his hand. "Lets get out of here!" He yelled at the soldier holding the rails to the two jet black horses. The man signaled the horses, they neighed in response, and started away into the left side of the road.

"Bye Arthur," I mumbled as I take my hand off the window. I take slow paces and sit back on my naked bed, trying to register all of this. In one day I had lost my one utter motivation to impress and prove myself to, my one close and bestest person. The only person i'd ever have these kinds of feelings for. My crush, Arthur.

END.