so i was thinking of turning the rating on this and adding a lemon. .. have a good day ~
How much he wanted those words to be true would be an understatement to any word he placed it to. He felt a surge of happiness, one from the affection being shown to him. The other from the thought of never being alone. Yet in a twisted sense, he knew it was nothing more than a hollow promise, a word without any meaning. No, he was always going to be alone, even if he didn't know it right there and then. What mattered is that he knew it now.
Yet that didn't stop him desperately reaching out to the boy in an attempt to grasp him and hold him close. But as he reached forward, confusion still placed on the child's face, the image started to switch. Switch between the child and the adult. The adult he would dare call his own Alfred. And as his vision settled, his hand finally landed on the male. No longer a kid, no this was the one who betrayed him not long after, the one who broke his heart and still took every chance to get back at him.
Still that didn't stop him from questioning if this was still a dream or not.
Because he prayed to some sort of power out there that it was.
His hand roughly yanked at the taller males jacket, shaking him a little. Both were confused as to what was happening. And as he let go, he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret in doing so.
"America..." Arthur whispered gently.
"I –"
"You idiot! Do you know how worried I was? Why didn't you tell me this was happening?! I thought you relied on me, now look at –" Alfred rambled on, no different to the child. His eyebrows were creased in anger with a hint of concern and eyes heavy with a lack of sleep, but didn't hold back from the fire within them.
Arthur didn't bother listening anymore, instead he chose to just watch his lips move, taking in his every movement and perfection. The way his sweat made his hair stuck to his forehead, showing the rush he went through. His body, tense, just limited from bursting with the clench of his hands.
"...and to think I rushed all the –"
"Shut up. I don't need you-" England interrupted only to find it too painful to continue.
-to take care of me, you care too much idiot.
Unfortunately the sentence was never finished and with what England did say, more fuel was poured in Alfred's fire, more than someone ever should have.
"Don't need me? For crying out loud England can you not just stop being so arrogant for one God damn moment?" America was fuming, how dumb was he. To say he doesn't need him. Damn him to hell. Because he would show him how much he needed him. Just like how much he needed England.