~Arthur's POV~

"Look... I know the rules, but... come on I had to tell him... Arthur sighed, resting his head in his hands. " I understand, Arthur-san... But I don't make the rules. If... That happens, then... you know who will be able to take him... You have to get Alfred-san to love you, despte who you really are." Kiku explained, sitting next to Arthur on the rock that hung out over the water.

Arthur sighed, looking at his reflection on the surface of the lake. He looked like a regular person, if you took away the large white wing currently tuckedin. Arthur bit his lip, running his finger over the pillow-soft white feathers.

"I can't let that happen. He will not get Alfred." Arthur growled possessively.

There was a sudden childish, almost frightening giggle from across the small lake, sending a chill down Arthur's spine.

"Aw, how cute~" The familiar voice cooed. "Little Artie thinks he can keep me from Alfie~"

"...Oliver."

Said male suddenly appeared, his wn light blondeish pink hair glistening in the sunlight peeking through the trees.

He looked exactly like Arthur, with the different hair color, as well as bright blue instead of the deep green. Oliver grinned creepily, steeping towards the two angels, seeming to simply walk along the top of the water.

"I won't let you have him, scum." Arthur growled, rising to his feet. Oliver giggled eerily, and Arthur could see a shudder run visibly through Kiku's body.

"Well that's too bad. Because there is no way you can stop me~." Oliver spoke in a slightly sing-song darted forward, tackling Arthur and pinning him to the ground. He ran his fingers over Arthur's wings slowly.

"And there's no way for you to warn little Alfie... Not if your wings are ruined~" He grinned evilly, grasping a handful of the feathers and ripping them out.

Arthur cried out in pain, struggling against Oliver's hold. "Stop!" He yelled.

Oliver looked down at Arthur with the same evil grin. " And why would I do that?" He giggled." Besides." Oliver's hair and eyes seemed to shimmer, before Arthur was staring at an about mirror image of himself. " I have to go take care of Alfred, make sure he recovers well." Oliver smirked, his hands blackening to razor sharp claws.

"And I'm not letting you get in my way this time."

~Alfred's POV~

Alfred groaned, opening his eyes slowly. He looked around the dark room, not recognizing the furniture. Alfred's half asleep memories drifted back to him, and Alfred sat up. " Arthur?" He called out cautiously. " Yes?" The door opened, spilling light into the room.

Alfred blinked against the sudden light that temporarily blinded him. " Where... A I?" He questioned, looking past Arthur. "Your at my apartment." The Brit answered simply. " I checked you out of the hospital, but brought you here so I can keep an eye on you." Arthur stepped into the room, walking over to Alfred and resting a cool hand on his forehead.

"Are you feeling alright? Does anything hurt?" Arthur looked at Alfred almost worriedly. Alfred shook his head. "nuh-uh. I feel fine." He smiled slightly at Arthur. " Sorry to have worried ya, dude."

Arthur chuckled slightly. " You were shot, Alfred. I'm always worried about you."

Alred shrugged slkightly. " meh, it was nothing, really."

Arthur's eyes flasjed slightly, and for a moment, they appeared blue. " Alfred, you were shot at! How can you say it was nothing?!" Arthur looked down, a light blush flushing his cheeks slightly. " I was so worried about you..."

Alfred blinked. " Are you saying... you actually care about me?"

Arthur looked up, smirking slightly. " Oh, there's much more than just caring." Arthur muttered, leaning forward to press his lips against Alfred's.

Alfred's eyes widened in surprise, yet he quickly returned the kiss, overjoyed to know he wasn't the only one with the same feelings.

Arthur tilted his head, deepening the kiss. He flicked his tongue over Alfred's lower lipi. The American opened his mouth wider, closing his eyes. Arthur explored every part of his mouth.

Alfred moaned softly, feeling Arthur's hands slip under his shirt, starting to pull it up. Woah Woah Woah... Was Alfred... expected to bottom?

He squirmed away from Arthur's touch. " Woah there." he mumbled against the other's lips. " I'm topping here."

Arthur seemed to laugh, simply moving away from the broken kiss to move down Alfred's jaw and down to his neck.

Alfred felt a shudder run down his spine when Arthur stopped to suck a spot on his neck, then when he bit down on the flesh, he made a small noise, that he would never admit was a yelp.

"I bend for no man." Arthur pulled back slightly to whisper. " So you better start lubing up them arse cheeks."

Alfred felt his face flush a dark red, and he trembled slightly at the dark tone he could hear hinted in Arthur's tone.

Arthur leaned up, taking advantage by smashing their lips together again, instantly slipping his tongue into Alfred's mouth again.

The door slammed open, and Arthur was yanked away from Alfred by a growling figure. It... was Arthur? Two identical twins faced each other, both glaring. The only difference was that one Arthur was covered in blood, and walked with a slight limp.

CLIFFHANGER

WHAT NOW MOFO

I actually had a bit more written for this chapter, but I'll save that for later. :p