Alfred felt his own tears swell in his eyes as he heard the answer he was looking for and he kissed Arthur's head as he hugged him tightly. "Artie. Let me see your hand please." He whispered quietly into Arthur's ear.
Arthur showed his left hand to Alfred allowing him to do as he pleased with it and hoped that Alfred didn't notice the single tear that ran down his cheek.
Pulling the silver ring out of the box he placed it on Arthur's ring finger. "There is an engraving on it that says, 'My heart, My love, My world.'" Alfred said softly as he wiped away Arthur's tears. "I love ya Artie. You're my everything." Alfred then stood up and pulled Arthur off of the ground and into his arms.
That's all it took for Arthur to brake down in Alfred's arms. He buried his face in the crook of Alfred's neck and cried because he was so happy. He honestly was a big pushover and cries and the simplest things but he just couldn't help himself. They had been together for so long that he began to think that this day would never come.
Alfred smiled and shushed his lover as he held him tight. He felt like the happiest man in the world, but even if they were happy tears he still didn't like his lover crying. He pulled Arthur away from his chest and started kissing his cheeks, trying to kiss the tears away.
Arthur pushed Alfred face out of his playfully and wiped the tears away. He honestly had no words to express how happy he felt, his heart was swelling it felt like it would burst. "I love you, Alfred. I always have and always will," he said before kissing Alfred strongly.
Alfred kissed Arthur back and lifted him up bridal style and sat back down on the bench keeping Arthur on his lap. He pulled away and nestled his face into Arthur's neck as he wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close. Arthur snuggled close to Alfred on the bench and wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, never wanting to let go. He wanted this moment to last forever.
"Are ya ready to go?" Alfred murmured happily into the crook of Arthur's neck.
Arthur nodded but he didn't want to get up. He just kinda sat there.
Alfred got the message and lifted Arthur up into his arms again and walked over to the car. After a moment of struggling he was able to get the door open and placed Arthur into the seat and closed the door and made his way to the drivers side.
Arthur waited patiently for Alfred to get his damn ass in the car so they can go home and be together.
Alfred slid into the drivers seat and started the car, turning it around and making his way towards the main road. As he got on the main road he took his right hand off of the steering wheel and held it out for Arthur to take.
Arthur took his hand and let his mind wander. Then it his him. He was getting married. It was exciting and a little nerve racking but mostly exciting. He imagined the wedding, he imagined spending every day of his life with Alfred and it truly made him happy, even if he may never admit it.
"So Artie," Alfred said nervously as he began to rub his lovers knuckles with his thumb. "When, um, when would you like to get married?" Alfred knew that he sure as hell wouldn't be able to throw a wedding together that Arthur would like. If Arthur showed no interest in wanting to put it together he knew he could get his friends Feliciano and Elizabeth to help him out.
Arthur thought about that question. He wanted it to be special. What's a special date that is only special to him and Alfred. I could be the date of their first date. The date of when they went on there fist vacation together. It could be anything. "I want it to be a special date. One that's special to you and me," he told Alfred.
"How about the day we met?" Alfred asked as he felt a smile spread across his face. He remembers the day vividly. December 25. Christmas day. He was alone that day, he had no one to spend it with so he had gone for a walk. And as he rounded a corner he had run into Arthur. He remembers the string of curses he heard from the man that day and how no matter how much he tried the Englishman wouldn't let him help him stand up.
Arthur smiled. "That sounds perfect. Christmas Day it is," he said.
Alfred snickered at his cliche thoughts and had to say them aloud. "You're the best Christmas present I could ever ask for," He said as he pulled the car into their driveway.
Arthur blushed lightly and smiled but turned his head away so Alfred couldn't see it. When the car was parked he leaned over and kissed Alfred on the cheek. "As are you," he said simply.
Alfred couldn't believe how just a kiss on the cheek could fluster him so much. Letting go of Arthur's hand he wrapped it around his lovers neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck and kissed back. A darker blush crept up to his face and ears but he didn't care. What was there to care about when you're in a car kissing your future husband? As much as it angered him Alfred pulled away from Arthur and shut the car off. He made sure that he had turned his head lights off before opening the car and stepping out.
Arthur frowned a little and got out of the car. He closed the door behind him and walked over to Alfred so that they could go inside. Locking the car door behind him Alfred grabbed Arthur's hand as he walked over to him and made his way over to the front door but stopped in his tracks before reaching the house. "Arthur." He said as he handed him the car keys. "Go get into the car and lock yourself in it."
Arthur put a confused look for in his face, shrugged it off and did as he was told, maybe Alfred had another surprise and just forgot about it. He took Alfred's keys, unlocked the car, and locked himself in.
Alfred could see that the front door was cracked open and that the kitchen light was on, which he knew he turned off before they left. He slowly crept over to the door and put his ear to it listening for any movement of someone being inside.
Arthur couldn't see what was going on but sat patiently in the car and fiddled with Alfred's keys in his hands, doing everything he could to keep himself occupied.
Alfred wasn't sure but he had thought he heard footsteps coming from upstairs. Slowly he pushed open the door and creeper into the hallway leading to the staircase. As he neared the stairs the was sure this time that someone was up there. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and slowly made his way towards the uninvited guest.
Arthur played with the ring in his finger and smiled. He tried to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as thought of what was taking Alfred so long ran through his mind.
Turning the corner slowly Alfred could see that his bedroom door was open and that the light was on. He could hear the sounds of things being thrown together into a plastic bag. He looked around for anything to be used as a weapon but was at a loss. The only thing he could do was surprise the suspect so he ran to the door and through it open, only to be met with a gun and a sharp pain in his stomach.
Arthur heard a gun shot and his stomach turned to lead. He didn't think. All he did was open the car door and ran to the house hoping that it was just nothing, hoping it was just his imagination.
Alfred ignored the pain in his stomach and fought the suspect to the ground, knocking the gun away from them both. They each got a few punches to connect with each others face but ultimately Alfred's strong arm was able to knock the other man out. Alfred tried to stand up and make his way down stairs to call for an ambulance and the police but fell beck down to the ground, his eye sight blurred.
Arthur opened the door and tried to think straight. He slowly looked around calling out Alfred's name in a panicked voice and grabbed the house phone in case he needed to call the police.
Alfred heard Arthur call out for him downstairs and gritted his teeth. He had told him to stay in the car! With his new found strength he used the wall to pull himself up and leaned against it as he made his way towards the staircase. "Artie," He called his voice not as loud as it usually was.
Arthur turned around to face Alfred who was at the top of the stairs with a red stain on his dress shirt that was slowly getting bigger. Arthur eyes widened and his face turned white as he ran up the stairs quickly to Alfred. "Oh my god," was all he could manage to whisper out.
"I'll be fine. You need to call for help." Alfred murmured weakly as he tried his best to walk down the stair without tripping. He needed to get Arthur out of here and to a safe place just in case the suspect woke up again.
Arthur looked worriedly at Alfred. "And you need to stop moving or you're gonna get hurt worse than you already are," he said as he pulled out the phone he grabbed he dialed the emergency number. He told them his emergency and they needed a ambulance and the police and they said they were on their way. He hoped and prayed they'd hurry.
"I can move a little more," Alfred said through gritted teeth as he continued his way down the stairs. "You need to get outside now." He began to almost gasp for breath now, becoming exhausted, but he knew he couldn't rest until he knew Arthur was going to be okay.
Arthur winced as he heard Alfred gasp for breath. "Alfred sit down," he said in a stern and worried voice. "I'm not leaving until the paramedics come here," he said with a worried look on his face. On the outside he was cool and collected, but on the inside he was scared shitless, he wanted to cry and hold Alfred but that's not what they both needed right now.
"No. Not until you're outside," he growled out. He can't help but be over protective of Arthur, he loved him far too much. As he made it to the last step he grabbed his lovers hand and made his way to the front door, pulling him along. As they made it outside he closed the door behind him and sat down in front of it and closed his eyes.
Arthur knelt down beside him. Alfred was loosing a lot of blood and his face was loosing color. He decided to take his own vest and shirt off and use it as a cloth to keep the blood in. With some pressure he tried his best to stop it. He was worried sick and on the brink of tears. How can the best day of his life turn into the worst in such a short amount of time?
Alfred's eyesight began to darken as he heard the sirens of the police and ambulance coming for them. He gripped Arthur's hand as tightly as he could before he blacked out.