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Alfred stalked into the woods that surrounded his property on every side, not caring where he was headed. He needed to get away.
"ALFRED! ALFRED, PLEASE! WAIT FOR ME!" He did in fact; stop, and Arthur ran up beside him, huffing at exertion. "Alf—"
"Damien. Damien Moore is my name."
Arthur laid his hand on Alfred's arm; actually touching him, feeling the flesh he'd thought was gone. Then Alfred jerked his arm away. "Don't play with me." His words were seeped with venom.
"Play with you, Alfred, what are you…"
"Damien. Why can't you understand that? I gave up my old name years ago, along with the life that went with it."
Arthur starred at the man he'd loved for over a century. "Why did you give it up?"
"You know why, don't toy with me, you sadistic bastard. Do you enjoy my sorrow?"
Arthur was rather taken aback by the statement.
"Alfred, I have no idea what you're talking about. Is it something France said? Alfred, why must we fight now? I thought you were dead, this should be a happy—"
"You thought I was dead. Well, guess I proved you wrong. Go back home to your little Frenchman you care for so dearly." Alfred then turned away once more, and ran off into the forest again. This time Arthur didn't follow him, the pain in his heart too great. What was this about France? This wasn't Alfred as he remembered.
Arthur had always dreamed that a day like this would happen, but much differently. He had daydreamed about one day waking up to find Alfred by his bedside, that they'd share a lover's embrace, that they'd kiss passionately, all the years wiped away with three simple words. Now, he found himself in the arms of no one, and at the hand of painful, cutting words.
He almost wished that he'd never come here with Anna.
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Alfred walked back into the house late in the afternoon, and right into Anna.
"Dad, I want an explanation. Now. About the whole strangling guest situation."
She stood there with hands on her hips. Not going to get distracted from this one.
"Why don't you ask Arthur, he's married to the bastard." Anna's face scrunched up, and she put her arm up to stop him as he went to push past her.
"Dad, what do you mean? There's nothing between Mr. Bonnefey and Mr. Kirkland! Arthur told me weeks ago he had a one and only, named Alfred, and that he was keeping a promise he'd made, even though everyone believed his Alfred dead. That doesn't sound married to me."
"And why did he tell you all this? To victimize himself…?"
"No, to explain why I had to walk five blocks at two in the morning to pick him up. Even drunk, he asked for you. Dad, go. Talk with him; he's out on the back porch. Been out there ever since he came back." Alfred slowly went to the back porch, and looked thru the screen door to where Arthur was sitting in a lawn chair, simply starring at the sky. Then he noticed the tear tracks. All his anger evaporated on the spot.
He slid open the door and walked outside and stood next to England's chair for a while.
"You're not married to France?" His voice cracked a bit on the word 'married', and he hoped Arthur hadn't noticed. He didn't look at Arthur's face, he couldn't. What Anna had said, it had fired a hope he'd carried with him all these years, and the sight of Arthur's tears, well, that wouldn't be very heroic. He had to keep himself together.
"No. Never was. Why did you think that?" Arthur looked up at the man he loved, the man who'd sneered at his touch a few hours ago. His voice was monotone, his eyes sad.
Something broke in Alfred. Arthur wasn't married? All those years?
"What were you told, all those years ago?"
Arthur looked out into the forest that was slowly recapturing the huge field called a lawn. "That you were dead."
"And now? What now?"
"I have no idea."
They both remained silent for a while, and eventually, it began to kill Alfred, making him die slowly on the inside. How he could barely talk with the man he'd loved for hundreds of years.
"Would you like to go for a walk? There is a lovely lake about a mile into the forest." Arthur nodded, and got up from the lawn chair.
They walked a fair distance into the forest, not saying much.
"Damien, doesn't that mean to tame?"
"To subdue. I at least got to choose between like, thirty names. The agency picked the last name." Arthur gave him a quizzical look.
"Agency?"
"Yeah, Witness Protection. They put me in there after I got out of the POW camp." Alfred looked any where but Arthur.
"How long were you in that camp?"
"Year and half."
"Why didn't you come back? Why did you let them put you in Witness Protection?"
"I got off that plane, expecting to see you and Mattie. Instead, this man tells me that you've married France and that it would be better if I didn't go back. I didn't believe him. Then, he gave me these." Alfred pulled his dog tags from under his shirt. "And I thought you'd moved on." They had both stopped walking. A tear slipped down Alfred's cheek. "That you didn't love me anymore. So I said yes, got a new life, bought the mansion, built it all from the ramshackle mess it was. Tried to move on…adopted Anna, sweet Anna, who has no idea what's going on…" A finger was put to his lips. He opened his eyes, not realizing he'd closed them. Arthur was right there in front of him.
"I've never stopped loving you. And I never will." Alfred bent down and caught Arthur's lips in a kiss, wrapping his arms around the Brit he loved so dearly.
He felt fingers clutch his hair, Arthur kissing him back, hard and desperately. They eventually somehow had reached the lake, and the break in the trees shined with sunlight. It was perfect, almost too perfect. It was the moment they'd been dreaming about for years, what they hadn't had earlier in the day.
When the need for air arose, they both pulled away. Alfred felt a sob rising in his throat. "God, what if this is all some cruel dream? What if I were to open my eyes, and find that isn't real."
Arthur took his face in his hands. "How do you expect it is for me? I thought you were dead for fifteen years, yet here we are."
"I love you."
"I love you too, you git." They walked the rest of the trail hand in hand, stopping and going as it pleased them. At one point Alfred raised their connected hands and kissed the top of Arthur's hand.
"Where did your ring go?" Arthur then blushed, and reached with his free hand into his shirt, and pulled out a chain.
"I know this sounds kind of corny, but I started wearing it like you did, keeping you close to my heart." Alfred smiled, and kissed Arthur once more, their kisses now slow and passionate.
"My ring was my prized possession. I gave it to Anna when she went away to England."
"Luv, we don't need rings to symbolize our love to everyone."
"So, does that mean I can kiss you any time and any where I want, as it pleases me?" Arthur gave him a playful glare.
"See you haven't been completely tamed by parenthood." They were headed back to the house at that point. "Though, I'm glad you didn't adopt another child. Lord knows how you would have corrupted two children."
"So, what now?"
"Why don't we go to bed early."
"Is France still unconscious upstairs in the guestroom?"
"Yes."
"Well, guess you and I will have to share a bed, then!" Alfred scooped up Arthur bridal style and started up the porch.
"You git! There are two guest bedrooms!"
Author's note: K, so like, love you all! Your reviews are amazing! I love the little smiley faces. I am bad at those. :) There, there is one right there!
Anyways, just so you know, I tried to sketch Anna.
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Good lord, it is awful, and if any of you wish to try your hand at drawing her, be my guest. I was bored in Global and French, so yeah. NOT GOOD ARTIST.
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I made oodles of noodles, then put leftover chopped up pasta in it, and kept going AH-HA! I'm glad my mommy loves me, but boy I was annoying!
Fun Fact: Richard III of England took the throne from 12 year old Edward IV by declaring him illegitimate. Both Edward and his younger brother, disappeared, and 150 years later, the skeletons of two children were found in a chest buried under stairs in the tower of London.