A/N: I literally ran out of material for this one. But I did put the most work into it, aside from War of 1812 of course. But still. There will be one more chapter after this one. BUT. I want you guys to tell me how it should end. PM (don't review your suggestions) me and I will try to incorporate all of these ideas into one.

Arthur

I don't know what came over me at that particular moment. Maybe it was the presence of the two people I trusted most in the world. Who knows, but what I do know is this. The look on Alfred's face made me feel terrible.

"Hah! So he's a fag too? This just gets better."

Mitchell slams me against the wall and the drops me to the floor. I look up and see him leave the library without another word.

"Since when were you… Gay?"

"I realized when I was around 15. I couldn't help it. Besides, the way you used to act, you'd think you were gay."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Do you remember that party that you took me to? That Jess had invited you for?"

"Uh yeah. That's what caused me to get grounded. What about it?"

He nervously puts his hands in his coat pockets. Alfred always did that when he remembered something embarrassing.

"You never told us about any party. What happened Arthur?"

"You were a bit drunk that night and did some things."

I shakily stood up off of the floor and walked over to Alfred. His cheeks were slightly red. I could feel my pulse speed up, but this time it wasn't from nervousness. I had realized a long time ago that I had loved Alfred.

"Arthur, what are you doing?"

His voice was low and shaking. Was Alfred nervous?

"Arthur, what are you doing?"

I looked up into his bright blue eyes.

"Do you remember when we first met? I honestly thought you were a loudmouth and wanted to hit upside the head."

"Which you did, many times."

"That's beside the point. What I mean is, things aren't always what they seem to be. And sometimes, it's for the better."

I could feel Alfred's hand intertwine with mine, while his other hand wraps itself around my waist. He was almost a head taller than me and at least 2 sizes bigger too.

"Arthur, I remember exactly what happened that night. I play it over every night and thinking, about how I wish things were different. If I had just stayed in England, with you. Maybe, just maybe things would have been different. And I would have been with you."

His hand slides up my body and to my cheek. I could feel my face get hot and my heart rate go up immensely. Is he?

"Alfr-"

Before I could get his name out, my lips were cut off. When I realized what was happening, Alfred had me pinned up against the wall and I could feel my own lips move along with his. When the kiss finally ends, it feels as if it were too short.

"Arthur."

He softly strokes my cheek and places a soft kiss on my forehead.

A/N: Okay. REALLY short chapter right now. But I kind of want to get it sorta over with. Also, I have a list of future fics I want to write on my profile. You can tell me which one you would want me to write next. Also, don't forget to PM me your ideas about how the last chapter should go. I will try to put as many as I can into it and I will give credit where credit is due. Remember, PM your ideas, do not put them in your review.