This the end of our love, now
"Are you sure everything's going to be alright, Doctor?" Rosaline asked, before heading out to run some errands.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure Mrs. Kirkland. Everything's going to be perfectly fine. Just a few days more confinement here, and probably a week's worth of bed rest, and he'll be doing great in no time." The Doctor said.
"Oh, that's great news! Honey, I hope your friend will do okay. I hope he gets well soon. Anyways, I have a few errands to run, so I'll see you back later at the mansion!" she said, before kissing him goodbye.
"And you, Mr. Kirkland I assume will stay over for the few couple of hours here to watch Alfred. The nurses will check up on him once in a while to get his status. Now if you'll excuse me I have an appointment to attend to." the doctor said, pointing to his watch.
"Thanks Doc," Arthur said sarcastically as the doctor left the room, and sighed as he now faced the unconscious American.
"God, how did it all get to this?" he muttered, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he watched the American sleep peacefully.
"I still can't believe you're all grown-up, my dear America..." he whispered before grabbing a piece of paper from his suitcase.
He was trying to create origami. His friend Kiku taught him once when he visited his place. But for some reason, the paper he was folding didn't look like a crane, so he decided to create an airplane instead.
"Sure I'm all grown-up but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still in love with you, Arthur."
Those words stopped Arthur from folding the last side of the paper.
"Glad you're awake. The nurse will come around in a while, so I'll be taki—"
Midsentence, he was cut off by Alfred's lips on his. Arthur pulled away and slapped his face.
"Arthur, why are you doing this to me? Can't you see? I'm in love with you! And now you're telling me you're about to get married to another person behind my back?" Alfred ranted, with tears forming in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, that's just the way that life is. I've long moved on, and you wanted this, right?" Arthur replied, wiping away the American's tears.
He placed a kiss on his forehead, before leaving a crying Alfred in the hospital room all alone.
Goodbye, America. Goodbye, Alfred.
And then the tears fell for the last time.
Alfred looked at the paper airplane Arthur had left him. He played around with it, before noticing something was written inside one of the folds of the airplane.
He opened up the piece of paper, which had the words:
I don't keep love around.
He crumpled the paper and threw it in the waste bin.
"Dammit," he muttered.
"Davie was right. The less time that I spend with you, the less you need to heal." he thought to himself before going back to sleep.
All we gotta do is just be friends
It's time to say goodbye, just be friends
All we gotta do is just be friends
it's time to say goodbye, just be friends
All we gotta do is just be friends, just be friends
It's time to say goodbye
Just be friends