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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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(Repost: Anon fails at being anonymous.)
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When Arthur walked in, his heart broke.
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Arthur knew that things hadn't been going well for Alfred. His country was dividing, and on some level, so was Alfred. His mental state was slowly deteriorating, and although he hid it well, Arthur still knew. He still saw the pain and confusion behind those startlingly blue eyes.
"I'm fine," he would say, brushing off England's comforting hands and words. "I'm fine..."
But Arthur knew it was only a matter of time before the other completely snapped. The only questions remaining were how long Alfred had before the ticking time bomb exploded, and if he could defuse it before it did.
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"How many times do I have to tell you I'm fine, goddammit!" Alfred was getting angrier. He could never keeps his hands still; every time Arthur saw those shaking hands, he grieved a little more for the nation he'd raised. The clock continued its slow, unstoppable countdown.
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The day the timer reached zero was sunny, the first real spring-like day anyone had seen for a while. Arthur let himself into Alfred's home, knowing by now that madness was overtaking him. It had been some weeks since the other nation had answered the door.
"Alfred? Are you awake yet?" he called into the silent house. No one responded. Arthur shrugged, assuming that the other had simply slept late today, and started getting coffee ready for him. He felt like every gesture he could make might help the struggling nation. Even if it was just coffee.
A half-hour passed. Forty-five minutes. After an hour, Arthur decided that he would drag his former colony's lazy behind out of bed. About to knock on the door, he froze. The sound of quiet weeping filtered softly out through the door. He pushed the door open, not bothering to knock. When Arthur walked in, his heart broke.
Alfred was curled on top of the bed, his sheets completely untouched. His hands were fisted in his hair, and tears flowed freely from his eyes, which were clenched shut. He kept muttering to himself: "No don't fight don't die please no don't kill him no stop please..."
Arthur sat next to America and carefully stroked a stray strand of hair away from his face. He'd managed not to join his colony in crying, but that resolve was shattered when Alfred flinched, and looked upon England, no recognition in his face. He felt a single tear flow down his cheek as the shattered young nation drew away, the turmoil in his own mind too much for him to contend with.
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He had seen his fair share of civil wars. But he had forgotten how gut-wrenchingly hard the first one was. He wished that Alfred had had more time, to grow stronger as a nation, before his had begun.
He knew that Alfred would pull through eventually; wars cannot last forever, and one side would have to triumph eventually. Until then, all Arthur could do was hold the other nation, and pray that the end would be soon.
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Author!Anon thanks you for your kind (but completely undeserved) words.
Would anon like an edited, updated version that wasn't thrown together in five minutes? :3
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