Alfred was walking on the way to his and Arthur's house. He had a tiring day and just wanted to sleep. He knew the other countries were tired from his nonsense babbling and he knew that some countries don't like him but still hang out with him, knowing not to mess with him. Being a good actor can help you in such situations as this. No one broke his mask before and he can go on like that for another few decades.
No one knew about the other side of Alfred. All of the nations have a side of them that no one knows except themselves. Some happy nations such as Alfred have a sad side of them that only comes out when they're alone. Some neutral nations just want to forget their broken past.
Alfred entered the house and sat on a nearby couch. "I'm home." Silence. Just as he expected. Arthur and Alfred had been avoiding each other but it's like Arthur is avoiding Alfred. Alfred sighed. He had been alone inside his house since the relationship of Arthur and Kiku began. They hardly ever speak anymore. Being alone is the last thing Alfred wanted to feel. A note was left on the table and it read : Won't be home till midnight. Have a date with Kiku.
Alfred balled the paper and threw it on the nearby trashcan. He took off his glasses and closed his eyes. For the first time in his life, he let go of all the bottled feelings inside his soul and let it flow by crying. He opened his eyes again and it fell on an old picture on the small table in front of him. It was him and Arthur on the field, smiling. He was a kid and they were on the field where Arthur first saw and battled for him against Francis.
He reached for it and hugged the picture like its Arthur. He missed the old times. A sob escaped his mouth, followed by shattered tears. Arthur didn't know how much it hurt Alfred. He regretted the war and every night, he would wake up from a cold nightmare.
"Arthur. We may not be able to see each other when we want, or talk as often as we like, but my love is always there. You just have to notice it. Notice how much I miss you. I miss you, big brother."
Arthur had been so busy with his relationship that didn't know how much it hurt Alfred. In the morning, he would wake up without Arthur burning the kitchen, without his company in one of the café they used to go in lunch, the field they used to sleep in whenever they have a free time and inside the warm house, cuddling on a cold night.
Alfred cried that night, muttering apologies no one would hear, comforting himself knowing no one would come to the rescue for him. Even a hero like him needs someone like normal people do. It's just that half of the people in this world are blind or just some of them are pretending not to notice.
"Sometimes you miss someone so much that you forget you are better without them."