Total words for entire fic: 11,150
Break the Silence
By: Melody Syper Carston
Kapitel fünf: Broken Silence
"If you believe when I said I'd be better off without you, then you never really knew me at all. And if you believe when I said that I wouldn't be thinking about you, you thought you knew the truth, but you're wrong. You're all that I need! Just tell me that you still believe!"—Believe by Skillet
Arthur was not happy. In fact, he was downright furious, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he continued to try and escape the hold the blonde in front of him had on Arthur's wrist, but, alas, his attempts were futile. The super power nation wasn't relinquishing the death lock he had on Arthur's wrist anytime soon. This, of course, did not deter the Brit. He was United bloody Kingdom, by Jove, and said greatest (ex-)Empire was not giving up so easily!
"What's up with you? Ya haven't mentioned anything in the past week and ten minutes brings it back. You were doin' so well, Artie… Thought you were over this by now…" Alfred glanced over his shoulder at the Brit he was practically carrying down the hallway. His feet guided him through the, once again, memorized house, towards their destination. "Ya haven't had a panic attack in the last five days, either. An' ya didn't seem too bothered by finishing this… this… whatever this is—when I mentioned it this morning."
Alfred stopped walking as he reached two hallways that stretched to the left and to the right of the two men.
As the American turned to fully stare at his partner, Arthur sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Quite honestly, I thought I was over this, as well. I wasn't bothered at first when you announced it… but, later, when you went to take a shower, I guess, my thoughts got a hold of me and everything came rushing back," he muttered. He leaned against the wall behind him, finally pulling his wrist free of Alfred's considerably looser grip. His eyes suddenly snapped up, narrowing in accusation, "And don't call me Artie, you git!"
Alfred copied the Brit's moves, sliding over to press his back against the space at Arthur's left, closer to the two hallways. "But what is it, specifically, that's botherin' you, dude? I don't wanna know why you regressed. I wanna know what it was that caused this regression. What did you think about that makes you so nervous?" he asked slowly. His sapphire eyes skimmed the hall stretching across from him.
Arthur slid down into a sitting position, knees folded tightly up to his chest, arms circling his legs protectively. He didn't speak for a while, watching as Alfred copied him once more. "You'll laugh and think I'm weak and possibly leave," he murmured, finally.
If there was any light mood reflected in Alfred's eyes minutes before, they weren't there now. His voice became completely serious and he kept his eyes trained on Arthur's fiery green ones. "Arthur, listen to me," he started, "I would never laugh about something like this. You've obviously been hurt by this, and I'm doing my very best to protect you and fix you. I want to help you get better; I would never do something so low as to laugh at you or behind your back or make fun of you or anything like that in such a condition. And I wouldn't leave. God, no. You should know that, Artie." His voice softened at the last sentence, an almost comforting tone to it.
Frustration bubbled up in Arthur's chest. He buried his face into his legs and he shouted the next part. "Then why did you try to leave me that day? Why did we get into that argument that started all of this in the first place? Why did you abandon me without a second thought? W-why?" his voice cracked dangerously, but he continued to speak, "Why did we say such god-awful things to each o-other?"
Alfred slowly let his legs stretch out in front of him, shoulders slackening, head lolling to the right. He watched Arthur's shoulder's shaking for a minute or two in silence, trying to gather his thoughts. "Because I was being a douche and didn't think of the effect any of this would have on you," he whispered, arm reaching out towards the Brit. He lazily cupped the older blonde's closest hand in his, rubbing small circles across the skin. "And because I was a douche, you got pissed and went off on me… and I regret all of it because thinking back on it… I can't believe I told you that I was better off without you. I was so wrong…shit was I wrong…" he stopped, eyes widening slightly. "Is that what's been bothering you? You're afraid I'm going to leave you here again?" When he received a nod in response, Alfred sighed and continued, "I would never leave you here again. That would be the lowest thing I could ever do. And I'm not even going to think about 'What if I did…' 'cause you're all I need, Arthur. All I need and everything I want."
Arthur didn't move for a while. Slowly, though, he uncurled from his position, eyeing the American warily. After noting the absolute sincerity in both his eyes and in his speech, the Brit nodded. He spoke quietly, barely above a whisper, but It was enough for the American to hear him, "I believe you."
Alfred smiled softly, leaning over to kiss the Brit's forehead. "I love you," he murmured softly into the blonde fringe. He pushed himself into a standing position and held out a hand to help Arthur rise as well. "So we're good?"
Arthur smiled slightly as well, pink dusting his cheeks from the confession Alfred had just made. He hummed in agreement, and this time he didn't fight the hand that went to grab for his. This time the hold was gentle, comforting.
They reached Alfred's old bedroom and stood outside of the door, hands clasped in one another's, eyes glancing from the door to their counterpart's, feet not moving an inch in any direction.
"Ready?"
A nod from Arthur.
"Alright. Close your eyes and on three we step in and open them, sound good?"
Another small nod.
"One…"
"Two…"
"Three!"
With a rush, the two bodies jammed themselves through the door at the same time, eyes popping open as soon as their foot had touched the ground. Both sets of eyes circled the room, slowly, inspecting every inch, every corner, ever space capable of holding some form of whisper.
Finally, a small gasp from Arthur, "They're gone."
The two words held so much triumph, so much exhaustion, so much happiness, so much relief, so much excitement for the partners. They're gone. They echoed in the room, slightly, a healthy echo rather than a whispered one.
Alfred grinned proudly. "I told you there was nothing to worry abou—mmph!" His statement was cut off by Arthur's lips crashing against his. A long, deep, passionate kiss that radiated the positive emotions spreading through the room. His eyes slipped shut, and his mouth tugged upwards slightly.
Arthur pulled back, finally, both sucking in huge gulps of air. "Thank you," he whispered, "for breaking the silence."
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A/N: My motto is: "When desperate, get creative." And I didn't have anything to write on when I started writing this chapter. So I used gum wrapper! The first four hundred words were fit onto six Orbit gum wrappers in gel pen which always seems to smudge together so it was very difficult to read…
This, my dear readers, marks the end of the fic! I hope you enjoyed it, and if requested by enough people, I can write a sequel. (I already have a plan written out for it. I just have to find that plan…) Thank you for all of the beautiful reviews and favourites and alerts on this fic! Very much appreciated!
Also: I will be going back and proofreading these chapters next week (I have a school project to do this week), so keep that in mind!
To all of you Spamano readers out there, I have a 50 prompt challenge I am about to start up soon! It'll be called Fifty Reasons. 50 prompts, 50 Spamano oneshots, 50 reasons why I_. The basic idea is that Lovino and Antonio are going through a lot of tension in their relationship, and Antonio decides to give Lovino 50 days of space so they can both think about the relationship and if they want to pick it back up. Antonio starts leaving early in the morning and doesn't return until late the next night (to where Lovino may see five minutes of him a day). Each morning before he leaves he writes out a note, and each note holds one reason as to why Antonio loves, trusts, and cares about Lovino. These notes are Lovino's to keep and may be the saving grace of their torn relationship.
"I don't see why people add disclaimers to their stories. I mean obviously they don't own it, or they would be multimillionaires that actually did something with their lives instead of writing things for fanfiction. If they actually owned all of this shit, then it would have actually happened, and they wouldn't even bother to think about this dumbass website." -One of my friends on disclaimers
~Melody Syper Carston