For the 101 kisses Live Journal community.
Prompt #?: Photograph.
Rating: PG

Warning: Human alternate universe & character death.
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The autumn air is crisp, the sky as blue as can be and with it comes a certain chill in the air. It does his aged bones no favor, but he's not about to let a little pain stop him from his visit. He's already had to cut them down to once every few months as it was. The only sounds around are the ones of his cane and footsteps on the sidewalk and occasional crunch of leaves that are in his path.

Once he reaches his destination the familiar ache swells in him and a few tears threaten to fall down his face. A little over two years now it had been. Even so, it did not feel right to him to still be the one standing there and his husband the one buried in the ground below. Not even having the brunette around felt off to him. He blinks the tears away and smiles at the grave. The flowers he placed from before were still there and the plot(along with the others) was well kempt. It was a small thing, but it did give him some peace of mind to know his husband was resting somewhere nice.

His days of sitting at the grave are long since past, he had to stand these days. His joints were not what they used to be, and with a smile and light in his eyes that never left him, he started to talk to Feliciano as if he were there and could answer him back.

Alfred told him news of their grown children, and that their daughter finally had a little girl of her own and that they knew he would love her to no end as well. There was never any doubt about that. Alfred spoke of other news about their still living friends and how they were doing, things in his own life and a few other things he knew Feliciano would have liked to hear.

Sooner than Alfred would have liked, the sun was showing signs of setting for the day and he knew he had to go before the evening cold came in. "I'm sorry, Feli. It'll be a while before I can come back. But I promise I'll see you again soon." Turning away, a pained expression shown on his face. Leaving was always the hardest, and this would be his last visit.

He was never able to return after that last trip, personal health declining too much to allow it. One night that winter, he was laying in their bed, keeping only to his side as usual and a strange, but welcome, warmth washed over him. Opening his eyes, the sight he saw was not one he was expecting, and while it should have scared him, he wasn't frightened by it. No one could be scared of that kind smile that often adorned the Italian's face when he was alive.

"I have been waiting for you, Al." Feliciano told him while holding out a hand, tears brimming his eyes. "It is time for you to come with me." One thing Feliciano was grateful for was that his request to be the one to come get Alfred was approved, and not have some stranger do it. Like one that had taken him. They were kind, but he had been waiting so long now to see Alfred this close once more.

Alfred couldn't quite figure it out at first. Feliciano seemed rather different and it only occurred to him after he took the brunette's hand. He looked as young as he did in their wedding photograph on the mantle in the living room.

Feliciano pulled him a few feet away from the bed, taking his other hand in his own and kept that smile on his face. He had missed Alfred, and their family, so much it had hurt him while up in Heaven. For the moment, he moved closer and pressed his lips to Alfred's as they disappeared from the room, leaving behind Alfred's body, resting with a smile on his old face.