UsUk Alphabet Challenge! colab w/ Kat211

A = Afterlife

The time was World War II.

After an epic battle between the Germans and the British, G.I Arthur Kirkland was badly hurt, nearly bleeding to death. His cough the attention of the American solder, Amelia F. Jones, Arthur's friend and long time crush, who rushed to his side.

"Arthur! Oh my God, are you okay? My gosh, of course you're not," Amelia pulled him up, helping him stand my lifting his arm over her shoulder, "I blame those damn Germans!" Arthur coughed in responses.

"I'll take you to the infirmary", Amelia automatically answered, heaving the Brit over her shoulder, "Heavy~"

Arthur shifted his weight to walk beside her, the both of them walked towards the make-shift hospital.

"Here" Amelia spoke as she started to wipe away the dried blood on his chest and wrap his wounds. Arthur pushed her away, "No", he coughed through his words, "Save it for the other solders, don't waste it on me"

Amelia chuckeled nervously, "D-dont be silly! I'm not wasting it"

Arthur shook his head, "Amelia, you know I'm not going to-"

"Don't finish that sentence!" The American cut him off "Y-your gonna be fine, you will survive, just watch..." She sniffled a bit, then hugged him tightly "You will survive"

Arthur sighed "Amelia, you going to get blood on your uniform"

"I already have blood on my uniform!" Amelia looked down, noting the fresh blood stain seeping though Arthur's shirt that mirrored on her own. Arthur coughed, cringing as some blood crawled up his throat. The blood wouldn't stop, it soaked though the bandage and his shirt. Minutes passed, and Amelia didn't waver. Arthur visibly weakened, closing his a eyes and breathing heavy and shallowly. Amelia bit her lip, tears burning in her eyes, threatening to fall. Arthur sighed opening his eyes "A-amelia?"

Said girl sniffled, her words moistened with tears, "Don't give up"

Arthur heaved another sigh, "A-amelia, I-i love you"

Amelia smiled hopefully and placed a hand on his cheek, "I love you too"

And with that, Arthur's heart stopped beating, having lost too much blood, he took his last breath and died.

"Arthur? Arthur! Arthur no!" Amelia hugged the body, "Arthur no! I love you, I love you so much, you- you can't, you can't be-" Amelia's cries filled the infirmary.

February 27, year 2015

24 year old Amelia F. Jones walked though, the streets of Manhattan, smiling proudly as she had got the job as a writer for a magazine column, "Do's and Don't's" for a teen magazine. Walking fast though the crowds, Amelia bumped into someone, a young man, around the same age she was, and they both ended up falling.

"Sorry, I want looking where I was going" Amelia apologized, gathering up her fallen papers.

"Its quite alright, love" The voice responded, Amelia stood up and looked at the stranger, she was mesmerized. The man had messy, but not quite unkept blond hair, green, somewhat tired eyes, and his eyebrows were very huge. Amelia eventually found her voice, "Oh, um have we met? You look...familiar"

The man smiled, "You do too, but I don't believe we have, Arthur Kirkland, but the way" he said extending his hand to her

"Amelia Jones!" She retired the justure, shaking Arthur's hand with full force.

Arthur turned to go, "I hope to see you again, Amelia"

The girl smiled "You too Arthur! See ya!" As she watched him go, Amelia sighed to herself "Hottie~"