And We Find Ourselves Here (4/6)
Title: And We Find Ourselves Here (4/6)
Characters: AmericaxEngland, of course :)
Prompt: Put your music player on shuffle and write using the first ten songs that play
Rating: PG for Arthur’s potty mouth. (:
Summary: Arthur’s at a loss for words as Alfred realizes things just can never be the way they used to be.
This one took longer than expected. I had probably tried starting it four or five times and it just wouldn’t work out right. So this one is mainly from Arthur’s view and I feel terrible for making this happen. But please, just know that everything will be OKAY. (: You will get your happy ending.
Songs: How to Save a Life by the Fray
You and I Both by Jason Mraz (I actually used this song more…)
Arthur was not a happy camper.
“Arthur, do you wanna-”
“No.”
“Arthur, we should-”
“No.”
“Arthur-”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Alfred whined, finally able to finish his sentence.
“What in God’s name do you want then?” Arthur asked with a scowl.
Our hero hesitated. Arthur could be incredibly scary sometimes. But even so, Arthur made this journey to visit him. That was the whole fucking reason he was here, wasn’t it? By the way things were going, he wasn’t quite sure anymore.
“Arthur…if you hate me as much as you say, then why are you still here?”
It was at this that the British man was at a loss for words.
“I…well…I, uhm, I-”
The younger nation only shook his head.
“You don’t hafta stay here on my part,” Alfred began as he took a seat by the window, watching the bustling streets below. “’S okay if you wanna go away.”
The golden haired man smiled. It was a smile so gut wrenchingly painful to see.
Arthur opened his mouth to retort with some snarky comment, but nothing would come out. So instead, if he sat in his chair, staring at his hands; he might as well listen.
“I actually jus’ got this new house telephone wired in here, so if ya can’t get a hold ‘a my cell you can always call here.” Alfred said enthusiastically to lift up the dark cloud that was suffocating them both. “You could call me sometimes, maybe. I know you’re always busy, but jus’ the thought that you could call whenever you wanted to, it’s calming.”
No.
“I know when ya spend too much time around me you start ‘ta get really angry. It’s not like the ol’ days. We’re not so li’l anymore.” Alfred breathed out a sigh through his smile while memories began to eat away at his sanity. But, of course, he would maintain his composure.
No. No, no. no. I don’t want to leave. I just got here, don’t make me leave. You don’t know how much it took out of my just to agree to come here.
The younger nation kept his smile plastered on and continued, ‘I’ll call you a cab an’ pack your things together. I’m so sorry you had to come all the way out here for nothin’.”
Please! Don’t do this to me! I swear to God, if your push me out this door I’ll never find the courage to come back again! Don’t make me go…please…
Arthur’s entire body was trembling. He could feel the ground underneath him start to move. If the dining table hadn’t been right there beside him he was pretty damn sure his legs would’ve given out.
Why can’t I speak? Damnit, don’t make me go… What a wonderful time to run out of things to say…
The last thing Arthur remembered before getting into that bleeding taxi cab was the phony smile Alfred was wearing and the hurt look in those beautiful eyes before he shut the door.
“Fuck,” was the only word that escaped through Arthur’s lips that day.