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Arthur will be so unhappy once he wakes up and realize that he’s sleeping in Damion’s bed, though nothing happened between them but the sour past left a sting and couldn’t be erased. Damion wanted to change that, he wish to be forgiven and the only way to prove that is to help the British man and wipe away his tears until he’s ready to face the world once more. Legs popped when he straighten and stretch then venture towards his small kitchen to make something to eat but Arthur’s phone went off, a familiar ringtone of a song. Seeing Arthur unable to wake up due to exhaustion, Damion lightly jog to the side of the bed then pick up the mobile phone which is sitting on the side table. Alfred. The caller ID blink, waiting for him to answer- and answer he did. Mobile phone press up to his ear, he didn’t say a word while waiting for the person in the other line to say something which to his surprise- a female voice spoke. Bella, he recognize that voice all too well. “He’s currently sleeping.” He finally said, a hand reach out to push a few strand of Arthur’s hair away from his porcelain white feature. Beautiful yet broken. “Don’t worry, I didn’t do anythin’. I just wanna make sure he won’t do anythin’ stupid so I took ‘em home… Yeah? But he’s…” He sighed, Alfred is being a selfish bastard again it seems, as if throwing a fit because he’s unable to see his roommate. “He never change.. Still the same like before- ‘ight.. We’ll be there soon.”
They arrive at the hospital 2 hours after the call. Arthur is almost unresponsive when he woke up and found Damion seated by the window. He said nothing, no emotion and didn’t react when the taller man told him about the phone call and Alfred’s condition. Like a man without a soul, a person who shut his doors to avoid feeling all the pain. A way to save his sanity and heart.. “Don’t shut everyone out of ya life, Arthur. Ya still have friends, ya still have family ‘nd rebuildin’ won’t be that hard if ya keep on holdin’ on.” Damion said to him but it feels like talking to a cold rock. No answer. Couldn’t even look at him straight in the eyes. At least Arthur went to the shower after telling him that they have to visit Alfred, ate a small breakfast then march out from the apartment. All the while he keep his mouth shut and Damion following him. “Ya look pathetic.” Damion said as soon as his eyes caught Alfred’s own. “Ya made the man cry ‘nd now ya askin’ for his attention? Ya gotta be kiddin’ me.. The Alfred I know is much better than this demandin’ son of a b-“
“You seem fine..” Arthur said quietly. It’s either he’s trying to act normal around Alfred or to shut Damion up. “You must be Bella. It’s nice to meet you and thank you for your call and watching over my roommate.” He smile faintly. Damion, who saw everything and somehow felt Arthur’s pain, press his lips to a thin line. Watching the Briton smile like that and trying to show that he’s find make his heart tighten painfully and an urge peek in the corner, pushing him to wrap his arms around the Briton to protect him, to whisper that there’s no need to pretend and that he’ll be there to catch the pain for him instead but he couldn’t.. He’s just a stranger here, an extra- not the leading man. “Always take your medicine..” Arthur continue, checking the IV drop to make sure that it gives an exact drop per minute. “And don’t give Bella problems, alright? Anyway.. I should get going.. I have… Things to do. I’ll drop by whenever I can..” Arthur nod at Bella then left the room- eager to stay away from the two. Even though he put himself in an autopilot, watching Alfred with somebody else.. It breaks him into pieces. Damion glare at Alfred then followed Arthur outside, he close the door behind him firmly. He gaze at Arthur’s small frame, standing in the middle of the hallway with his head hanging low. A defeated man who was unable to fight back.. A man who wasn’t given a chance to prove himself.. but there’s nothing he can do. If he wanted Alfred to be happy then he must.. Let go.
“Let’s go home..” Damion said then he grab Arthur’s hand to lead him out of the hospital. “Don’t cry.. Don’t let other people see your tears.”
Upon hearing Damion’s voice in return, Bela pulled the phone away and stared at it for a moment. “I… see.. This isn’t a path you want to go down with these tow, Damion.” She warned, leaning her back against the wall. “Whatever, just bring him down here, I haven’t seen Alfred this wound up since Matthieu—” She stopped her sentence. “Since the last time we saw you….” At least he was going to bring Arthur down. Bela hung up the phone, twisting it in her hands some before walking back to Alfred and setting the device down. “Damion…” Alfred suddenly looked to her, placing his hand over his bandaged chest.
“Yeah… I ran into him in Iowa.”
“Wait minute. He caused you to be having such wounds?” Bela was confused, if they met in Iowa, why then was he here now. “Was it over Arthur?”
“Ah…” Alfred looked away. “Yeah.. you could say something like that.”
“And he won?” This time Alfred was confused. He shifted on the hospital bed, sitting up a bit more with a wince.
“No… No he didn’t.”
“So why is Arthur with him?”
“What the hell did you just say?”
Two hours passed and Arthur arrived, and lookie lookie, Damion’s tagging along too and was the first one to speak. “And who the fuck’s fault do you think that is.” Snapped Alfred, glaring at the dark haired boy. “Don’t talk to me like you know everything you fuckin-” Alfred cringed, Bela had placed her hand firmly on Alfred’s shoulder, showing him to lean back against the bed once more, but what stopped him was Arthur. His voice was quieter than normal, raspy as if he cried a long time- even his reddened eyes gave that one away though. Alfred diverted his blue eyes and leaned back, sighing painfully.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you as well.” Bela said in return, leaving Alfred’s side a bit. “I’m being sorry that I called for you so suddenly twice. He has yet to stop howling for you since he got here..”
“Hey…” Alfred protested, but stared at Arthur who was checking his leads. “They kinda force me here….”
“You are a saint to deal with him.” Bela sighed finally, moving to another chair and taking out her tablet to check her work mail, all the while glancing at Damion to make sure he stayed there.
“….” He would have protested, but some how, he knew it was the truth. “What? You’re leaving? Wait!” But it was too late, Arthur had already wheeled about and headed out the door, Damion right with him, talking softly to him as if they were close! “What the hell!” He threw the blankets off and swung his legs over and snatched the car with his IV. That’s right. He was going to go after those two right now. He was pissed, why was Arthur with Damion? Why was that guy even in NY to begin with? …. Why with Arthur?! However as he tried to stand up from the bed, Bela grabbed his shoulders from behind and pushed him back down on the bed.
“Just stay here. Heal up then deal with it.”
“He hurt Arthur in Iowa, I’m going now!” Alfred snapped, glaring up at the lady, but Bela only pursed her lips some and turned, walking out to the nurses station. Soon a nurse came in, tutting under her breath and giving Alfred some medication. It wasn’t long before Alfred was too tired to even watch the TV. He woke up sometime later, the TV off and the typing of a computer the only sound aside form the machines in the room. Alfred turned his head to find Bela, working away on her laptop.
“I’m sorry, you’ll get hurt worse if you do something rash. Arthur is looking to be strong, and Damion doesn’t look as if sexually interested. Arthur will be fine for now.” She closed her laptop and walked over to Alfred, placing her hand on the boy’s cheek softly. “I don’t like him either, but you’ll upset Arthur more if you get hurt worse… The doctors are working out your release papers now…” Alfred turned his head away, staring at the wall, eyebrows furrowed but trembling with his lower lip. For someone to really upset the American like this, they had to be something special. Alfred wasn’t lying when he said best friend.. maybe more though. She sighed a bit and slipped a key in Alfred’s hand. “If you can’t be in your apartment, you can stay in mine. I have that second bedroom.” There, Alfred nodded finally. “What is your pain rate?”
“Always a ten.”
“I’ll tell the nurses.”
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It’s raining again. A twin of the warm weather visit to lift the unbearable heat but that didn’t calm Arthur’s heart. More like it’s crying on behalf of him, pouring out the pain until there’s nothing left. Damion remain quiet as he listen to Arthur’s sob and sniffling then sometimes the Briton would say something about his roommate, how idiotic he was and how he hate and at the same time, love him. To see a man so quiet and serious, strong and proper and a person who you see as a role model would fall into pieces just because of one man. It’s like watching a bulletproof glass breaking into smaller pieces. An impossible occurrence but it’s happening now before his very eyes. Messy hair, clothes wrinkled, eyes puffy and red, nose irritated and fingers shows redness from his biting. A bad habit which Damion notice within a short time watching him. Arthur would bite his hand to feel physical pain and to bring himself back to sanity. An hour more and the sun will rise, Arthur is done bawling out his owes and fears, leaving his body spent and screaming for sleep. By the time they slip inside the cab to send Arthur home, he fell asleep before Damion could ask for his address which is a huge problem for him. Checking his pockets, Damion discover that Arthur forgot to grab his wallet- so unlikely of him since the gent tend to be prepared no matter what circumstances he’s facing. He had probably left home eagerly and forgot about it… ya’re really hurt, aren’t ya? Wanting to run away from him. “Sir, where to?” Damion instructed the driver, they’re heading to his place now to make sure that Arthur can sleep properly.
Light and breathy snore, smooth and white legs peeking out from messy sheets and hair messy and press up against the British man’s slightly flushed cheeks. His long lashes still and touching his cheek while slender arms embrace the pillow which Damion used ever since he arrive here in America. Peaceful look but shows sign of exhaustion- this sight greets Damion as soon he wakes up that afternoon. He didn’t sleep in the bed though, nope. Damion is kind enough of giving Arthur his bed and slept on the couch instead with a towel as his blanket. His extra sheets are still in the washer and since he’s living alone, he doesn’t have any extra pillows to use either. Damion suppose to change Arthur’s clothes and lend him his PJs but boy this Englishman have a small size, letting him wear his PJ bottom will be a futile attempt. With a huge shirt on, Arthur slept on the bed like a log- not even the quarrel between lovers in the other size of the apartment room stir his slumber. Damion sit up and brush a hand across his jet black hair, eyes glued at his guest to observe him. Like a devil whispering in his ear, he wanted to do- no, Arthur is a friend and he learned his lessons in a hard way and besides.. Remembering what happened last night- it was the first time that someone cried in front of him, no, it’s different with those ladies who cry out their eyes when they found Damion cheating on them or when Damion decided to leave them behind. Unlike them, Arthur is crying because of somebody else.
He trust Damion enough to show his tears, to display his weakness and put his guard down. He cried as he share his story, cried as he whisper Alfred’s name and cried even more as he whispered I love him. It’s rare to see a man bawling out his eyes like that until he passes out. Damion yawned as he slip out from the couch then quietly approach Arthur and then sat on the side of the bed. He brush his hair carefully and tuck it behind his ear. To have someone who can love you this way- it must be a great honor. Damion would never understand why Alfred hurt him. Why did he reject Arthur’s love since obviously he likes him back? Unless.. He’s scared just as much how frightened Arthur was when it comes to rejection. “I would love ya..” he whisper. “Ya deserve better than this..” Damion leans in to kiss Arthur’s forehead but like the world went to a standstill, he pause when a single tear slip from Arthur’s closed eyes.
“…Alfred.” he whisper in his sleep.
Alone in the hospital room, Alfred woke after a few hours of medicine induced sleep. The dull beep of the machines in the room, the plain white walls, murmurs of the nurses and doctors just in the hall, sounds of footsteps. “Ah… damn.” His torso hurt, chest, ribs, stomach… heart. He would call for a nurse, but he knew that the heart was just a lie. His brain over working and causing false pain. Broken heart, yeah, that’s what they called it. Was this what Arthur felt earlier? No, impossible. Alfred was feeling this because of Bela, right? This pain comes from knowing someone for so long, not from knowing and liking someone for only half a year. His heart didn’t hurt, no no, that was crazy. It was obviously pain from his wounds… He pressed the call button on the remote next to him, a nurse soon appearing. “I’m in a lot of pain…” He murmured. She called for the doctor and soon enough, Alfred’s gown was off, the bandaging coming off to double check everything. Half an hour later and Alfred had a whole new set of pain killers to ease his pain and his mind, sending him to the world of moving colors and relaxation. The pain only turned to a dull throb, Alfred’s mind running and thinking about all the strange events that had happened within the last few days. Arthur, confessing to him and having Arthur confess to loving him in return. Bela returning out of no where into his life. The fight. Bela’s news. Arthur not showing up… No. He couldn’t blame Arthur for not coming, not after what happened, even though he wanted him to come. Wanting Arthur to be by his side while here in the hospital, like him being next to Arthur in the hospital last time.
“…Arthur…” Murmured in his drugged state, slipping to an unconscious sleep.
Little did Alfred know, Arthur was at Damion’s house, wearing only a bed shirt, passed out from crying his heart out about the entertainer who foolishly played with his heart. Even less did he know that Damion was still hitting after his best friend. Arthur, was he safe though? For now possibly. Damion seemed to turn a new leaf for a bit since their last encounter. Maybe Alfred had pounded a good lesson into the southerner’s brain. Now, he wanted Arthur’s love, not his body. This was just something almost unheard of from Damion, but Arthur did have a way to change someone. Alfred on the other hand, he wouldn’t mind the Briton’s love- supposedly he already had it, but let it slip. He let it slip away from him, Arthur slip away. Alfred woke up, alone in the hospital once again, or well, alone from friends. The nurses woke him for more medication and to cart him off for tests before he could eat. The thoughts of Arthur not being there again plagued his mind. He thought about calling Arthur, asking him to come there, being selfish maybe. Oh man, he wanted Arthur there so bad. However as soon as he got back to his room where breakfast awaited him, Alfred called Bela, having her come over instead.
The lady arrived only half an hour after Alfred’s call, at that time a nurse was helping the American into his clothing, shirt over the head and there. Fully dressed. However, he still had to stay. Hooked back up to his IV, Alfred leaned back on the bed, scooting to one side and having Bela to sit next to him. They sat together for a while, letting the doctors talk about the results of all his test earlier and prescribe medications to help the heal and the pain. “Arthur… never came.” He said finally during a commercial break.
“Do you mean the British boy?” Interjected the nurse whom had just entered the room with lunch for them. “The young looking one with glasses and messy blonde hair? He was right out there after the young lady here called. He was crying though.. Dear must have been worried.” She continued, opening the juice for Alfred then she left.
“Arthur was.. cry- ow!” Bela smacked Alfred upside the head, her face reddened and lips pursed tightly. Obviously she was upset about Alfred being careless about things, more so she was upset that he was hurting someone.
“Alfred, watch your action. You’re hurting those near you.” She sighed and slipped off the bed, taking Alfred’s cellphone from the bedside table. Dialing Arthur’s number, the woman moved to the hall to stay out of Alfred’s fussing and complaining about her doing so. Mean while, Alfred dropped back against the bed, pushing away the hospital food with a grunt. The pain of sitting up was too much, being awake sucked, thinking about this blows. “Hurts… I need more pain killers.” He pressed the pain medication button to let some flow into the tube, then he hit it again and again, even though the device was regulated so it could only give one dose ever few hours. Alfred dropped his hand over his face, shuddering a sigh. “So I really fucked up…”
Will be strong hints of addiction to medication.
aka; Drug abuse ahead.
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He’s running. Running as fast as he can until the cold evening air enter his lungs to the extent that it’s starting to hurt. Tears brim from his eyes, cold puff coming out from his mouth as he continue to sprint. Nowhere to go but away from that building- he take turns, slipping into the alley, in and out until all he can see are unfamiliar buildings that look so hazy in his sight. Couldn’t see how many times he blink. The tears just keep on coming. Arthur stop right underneath the street light, wiping silent tears by the hem of his sleeve and shoulders heave like the world weigh upon. He’s dead broken, caught by the time when he’s vulnerable and open and now that the man he hold so special shatter his already wounded heart, it felt like it’s the end of it all. He gave everything, even waited so patiently and endure and so when Alfred told him that he likes Arthur, it was a great achievement like finally! After the long search, waiting, enduring- he’s there. His savior, his crying shoulder and love. “Arthur?” That voice. He lift his head, eyes puffy and red, Damion gaze back at him with a surprise look. The one which people have whenever they see someone they least expect. “What are ya doin’ here ‘nd why ya cryi-” Arthur’s phone went off. He pull it out from his pocket, dries his eyes then pressed the phone to his ear. He listened quietly then Bela hangs up.
“I don’t have time.. Damion. I need to go to the hospital.” He sniffle, wiping his nose with a clean handkerchief. Arthur calls for a cab but instead of going alone, Damion boldly slip inside. He wanted to go with him, whenever he’s heading. He wanted to make sure that Arthur is fine, he said. Arthur is in no mood to tell him off and so he let him be. They arrive the Hospital, Damion remain quiet as Arthur converse with the nurse, asking for permission to visit Alfred F. Jones. Damion thought that the reason why Arthur is crying is because Alfred is in grave danger but when they reach there, the Briton remain outside the room. Listening to Bela and Alfred inside. “Ya not goin’ in?” Arthur shook his head then hang his head low. Damion glance through the small opening of the door, he saw Alfred and Bela sitting on the chair next to him. Bela… She’s back. Damion knows her- an old friend to be exact and she’s the one and only Alfred’s love. A strange woman but the American hold her dear, a treasure that he cannot let go. “I see.. Get it now.” Damion mutter to himself at the sudden realization and he knew that feeling all too well. “Come on.. Ya look tired.. Let’s have a tea somewhere where we can talk, ya?” Like on autopilot he followed Damion then settle in the 24/7 coffee shop just a few walk away from the hospital. Arthur remain quiet, hands on his lap, cup of tea starting to grow lukewarm and Damion. He’s just there. Glancing at Arthur then outside through the glass window, waiting…
“He’ll be fine, he ain’t gonna die but I got a feelin’ that isn’t the reason why ya cryin’.” No response. “He broke ya heart..” Arthur’s head lowered, eyebrows contact and his eyes shut tight like holding back his tears, stopping it from trickling out. He’s strong.. Stronger than this. “I know I’m not worthy ta see ye tears but holdin’ it back is bad. Ya should cry it out.. I won’t be judgin’ ya. I cry too.. Cryin’ doesn’t mean ya are weak Arthur.. We cry because we had enough….”
Arthur’s shoulder starts to tremble. Damion smiled faintly then he look away as the man sitting across him cry a long river.
Bela tied her hair back, sitting next to Alfred’s hospital bed as she spoke, Alfred turning his head away with an irritated click of his tongue. From bad to worse to even more worse. For a woman of few words, Bela spoke a lot right then, explaining everything, probably the things she had meant to say all day but hadn’t the chance to with Alfred’s blabbering on and on. She placed her hand over Alfred’s, bringing the American to look at her, a silent connection before Alfred attempted a sigh, cringing in pain instead. A nurse entered then, finally the doctor had approved some pain killers for Alfred and was putting them in via IV drip. She spoke for a moment, explaining about what had happened. It was normal when having trauma to the ribs, that Alfred hadn’t been taking the proper care- no duh, running this way and that- twice in two days at that! He induced inner bleeding and bruised his lungs, they wanted to keep him over night to check in the morning, making sure his lungs were only bruised. Alfred nodded a bit, and the nurse left again, going to talk to Arthur this time actually, she had spotted him arrive and wait outside the room, so she figured he was here for him. Bela pressed her cool hand to Alfred’s cheek with care then pulled back, keeping her other hand on top of Alfred’s. The American looked at her once again, he seemed upset, and all she could do was give that tiny smile of hers and lean her head down onto his shoulder.
“Tell me about your roommate. You did no go run home for nothing, or have me call from the hospital phone and not your own for a no reasons… He’s not coming in here either.” She noticed? Of course she did. Bela was always one to notice the small things, like someone watching.
“I don’t see him..?” Alfred questioned, lifting his head to try and peer at the window.
“He has already walked away.”
“Oh… right.” It was amazing Arthur even came after what happened that night. Alfred shifted against the pillows then just laid still, staring at the ceiling above, white, plain, boring. There was the beep of the heart monitor and pulse machine in the room, but that only made this worse. If anything, he would rather be home, talking things out with Arthur, but that was doubtful to happen. “He’s… my best friend, Bela babe..” He started softly while he stared up at nothing. The woman gave a soft hum, pushing him to say more, she wasn’t going anywhere for right now, just going to stay and listen to what Alfred has to say, after all, there must have been a lot if he was hesitating even talking about this person. Alfred’s blue eyes slid shut, he breathed slowly, feeling the pain killers kick in, it was getting a bit easier to take breaths, thankfully. “I think… I messed up.” He continued, and there he went on. Pouring out these strange feelings and thoughts he’s had, letting Bela know everything he wished to just sit and talk to Arthur about, but even if he had the chance; “I wouldn’t be able to tell him anything.”
It’s complicated, painful and cruel.
Bela stayed, listening to him, but soon Alfred fell asleep thanks to the medicine, head tilted away from the woman. She stood up and kissed his cheek then gathered her jacket and keys, leaving the room. She let the nurse know he had fallen asleep then left the hospital shaking her head some. Her visit here in America was going to be a long one it seemed. Long and drawn out with Alfred. For now, they’ll do what they can, and that looked like what it was already seen. “Idiotic as ever, Alfred… you never change.”
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Arthur could hear Matthieu’s frustration even though the music is playing so loud. Kiku and Lovino already left but Gilbert and his lover decided to stay for a bit to accompany the British man. Once Matthieu slip out from the bathroom, the other two pause their drinking then gaze at the Canadian as if expecting him to tell the news and he did, depressing it sounds, Arthur cast his eyes low and Gilbert, for the first time since he met Arthur, feel so bad for him. ”Arthur.. I’m sorry, eh? I think.. My stupid brother didn’t realize that the two of you are dating.” What? Arthur tighten his jaw, hands on his knees. “He won’t be able to make it. It’s late and he’s with his ex-girlfriend right now. Her name is Bela. She and Alfred been together since middle school but they have to break up since Bela will be moving to Russia but now she’s back, Alfred-“
“Arthur, I’m sorry. I don’t want to tell you this but I can’t lie to you.”
“I appreciate it, Matthieu. You’re a good friend, thank you.” Arthur try to hold his tears back and hold his heart in place, preventing it from breaking or fall out from his chest. All that happened yesterday was thrown away completely- everything is a lie! A little play which Alfred enjoys to waltz about it seems. If this is what he wants then so be it. Arthur won’t force him anymore. “I.. Need to get some rest. Thank you so much for coming, Matthieu and Gilbert, I’ll have a drinking contest with you next time.”
“J-Ja, can’t wait…” The albino glance at Matthiue with a worried look then his lover give him a small smile to assure him that the Brit will do just fine. The two left after that to let Arthur have his moment and time to mend his broken heart. Birthdays are suppose to be fun and memorable right? Arthur believed that this year’s will be his best but he’s wrong, so wrong- it was worst than what he had in England. By the time Alfred return, the party is over. No more music, table now clean and the leftover kept inside the ridge. Arthur is putting away the clean dishes after washing and he never once turn to look at the other. He cried before Alfred arrive, his eyes are puffy and red but at least he spill out all the hurt earlier than do it now, right? He can’t cry in front of Alfred, Arthur still have dignity to himself. “You’re surprisingly late.” He said nonchalantly. “Party is over. I heard that you and your girlfriend had a blast today, I’m happy for you.” Is he really? No. He’s hurt and it’s killing him. “Then I’d take that you dumped me during my Birthday, how nice of you. I’m sure I won’t forget what you did.” Alfred didn’t know that they’re dating? Go figure.. The American is just doing his stuffs like he does with other women- showing affection without attachment- to him, Arthur is just one of those people who he can kiss, hold and probably shag whenever he want. Platonic, all but human needs.
“You don’t love me.. I can see that. You did skip the party just to be with her, right? A huge slap across my face, thank you and oh, don’t worry. I won’t bother you about this anymore.” He finally turn, eyes hazy and red while struggling. He doesn’t want to cry but it hurts so much, does this make him look pathetic? “I don’t want to love you anymore, Alfred.. You’re free, I hope you’re happy… Excuse me.” He chuck the towel on the table, walk pass the American, grab his coat then march out from the flat. The door let out a loud thud then footsteps going distant. He’s gone to console his heart, left the man who give him the pain and hopefully by the time Arthur return to the flat, his heart is covered with tape, manage to get through this madness.
The party was well over, that was painfully obvious. He could see Arthur’s puffy red eyes, but some how he didn’t put two and two together. That Arthur had thought they were dating, and that Alfred missed out on this important night for his friend, he didn’t think that Arthur would cry though. Alfred rubbed the nape of his neck nervously and shut the door behind him as Arthur had commented on Alfred’s lateness. He seemed surprisingly nonchalant, but no, there was bitterness laced in there. The raspiness of Arthur’s voice and his continuing- Matthieu must have told him about Bela. At first Alfred smiled some. Arthur was happy for him and Bela! He knew the Briton would understand after all these two were like a match made in heaven— Or so he thought. Arthur was indeed upset, not happy for Alfred at all actually. He didn’t understand, dumping? They were going out? But Alfred didn’t know that! They didn’t say anything about dating, and Alfred had stated he was unsure of things, but Arthur.. Alfred’s smile shattered, his face paled as he stood there. “I didn’t know we..” His voice slipped. How many times had he done this to girls, led them on and them went off with another, too many to count actually. He’s had this break up or whatever talk before but with Arthur, he couldn’t speak. All words choked. Arthur was different than those floozy girls in the school or bar. He didn’t care, but with Arthur, he cared too much probably. Anything but platonic.
Alfred gripped the sides of his pants, feeling a stabbing pain in his heart, but not to mention his ribs. He had run here, a bad idea actually, he felt the bandage loosen about half a block away, and now it was just sitting at his hips under his shirt and jacket. But he could swear the burning feeling was blood soaking his shirt, though he knew that he didn’t have any open wounds on his chest. “I didn’t mean to skip your party, Arthur.. I didn’t notice the time-” Alfred had awkwardly shuffled over to the table, luckily Arthur was looking the other way so he couldn’t see the pain that Alfred had. However when Arthur turned, Alfred put on a rather blank, but sad expression. Arthur, all in all, was still his friend- best friend. Seeing him hurt infuriated him; being the one who had done it, made him want to die. The fact of the matter was, Alfred never said he loved Arthur, just that he liked him, more than a friend, a lot more, and it was Arthur who had loved him. Alfred was blind to see that it wasn’t just a response to Alfred’s words, but a true feeling that Arthur had been holding for a while.
Arthur suddenly threw the towel at Alfred, the American making quick to catch it before it hit his chest. He swallowed thickly down his pain and turned to see Arthur grabbing his jacket. “Wait! It’s past midnight where are you going-” The door shut without a response. Like a huge iron wall between Alfred and Arthur. “What… did I do..?” He questioned himself, he looked around the apartment and tried to walk to the kitchen, a crippling pain racing up his body and sending Alfred to crash to the floor gasping for breath that wasn’t coming. Arthur was gone, along with his fucking extensive medical knowledge. Damn it, Alfred had to fuck things up. Well, he really did mess things up between them. Arthur.. Arthur.. This was why he didn’t want to say anything about his feelings. He was confused, and conflicted because he LOVED being best friends with Arthur! Now everything was complicated and painful. Alfred breathed sharply and took out his phone, slowly bringing himself to his feet and walking out of the apartment and down to the pavement, calling Bela to come get him.
It happened rather fast. An expensive car drove up and the pale blonde woman helped Alfred into the back seat then drove off quickly heading to the closest hospital.
Arthur’s phone went off, a hospital’s number showing up if any number at all. As soon as Arthur answered a cool voice greeted him. A flat one, but like a icy breeze. “You are Arthur, Alfred’s roommate correct? My name is Natalia… But Alfred had been calling me Bela since we were young, urging others to do as well. He said that Matthieu has already informed you of my arrival to Ameri-ka.” Her accent was thick, but it was much like she was simply speaking a formality to someone. “Alfred will not be home tonight. He is in the hospital for his ribs. I will give you his room number. 415, East wing.” Then she hung up the phone, turning to Alfred, to frowned some.
“You should get better people skills…”
“You should get better relationship skills.” She snapped back, then sat down in her chair. “Alfred, we need to be having a talk… about why I am here…”
A long night awaited the American, who was still waiting for doctor approved pain killers.
You think you’re better, you’re better than me
You blow me off as history
To avoid conversation you’re ignoring me
When you’ve had enough and you need somebody to know
When you’re looking tough but you need a way to let it go
Come on now, what’s a boy s’posed to do
When I can’t seem to leave you alone
Touching me touching you
Song: Touches you by Mika
Edit: I’m not too sure, I’m so sorry. I should have saved the Url, please message if you know so I may give credit.