That you and I are in a world that's gradually decaying
This is the only way to get ourselves out of here
You smiled at me weakly, said "Don't think so bleakly"
Then I pulled the plug
Alfred held up a paper flower in front of Arthur. "What in the bloody hell is that?" Arthur asked. "It's a paper rose, duh! Can't you tell?" Alfred said, smiling, as he tied the said flower to a wire that's painted brown.
"Well, one thing's for sure, you sure are terrible at this, Alfred." He said sarcastically.
"But that is what I love about you after all," Arthur said, entwining both Alfred's and his hands together.
They remained like that, in the middle of the fields, for a good ten minutes, and after that, Alfred broke free. He noticed that Arthur has fallen asleep.
"Typical of him," he thought to himself.
He placed something on the Englishman's head, smiled and simply left him there.
As soon as Arthur had woken up, the sun had already started to set. He felt something weird on his head.
"What on earth did you put on my head this ti-"
His sentence was cut short because Alfred was no longer there beside him. He took off the said thing on his head and smiled.
But that smile was quickly replaced with a frown. It was a flower crown. He placed it back on his head, and noticed there was a letter next to him. It was from Alfred.
He scanned the letter, and was devastated.
"...I'm sorry, England. I'm tired of being under your wing. I want my own wings to soar into the sky. In short, I know it hurts for me to say this, but I want my independence from you…"