Devil's will (2Ptalia)

“I never meant for any of this to happen… I never meant for him to die… Please Alfred I’m sorry.” The blond British man sat in the middle of a room in a pool of blood. His normally bright blue eyes full of tears. There was another man in front of him on the floor but he didn’t seem to be moving and the pool of blood seemed to be coming from him.  The British man was in dismay and had been completely broken. Not only did he already have a bit of a mental problem it could also be fatal to him. “Alfred Please wake up! Alfred….” It was no use he was already dead and there was no way he was coming back unless…

“What happened?” Said a voice that did not belong to either the British man nor Alfred. The man looked up but didn’t see anything. He looked around the room still nothing.

“Who…Who’s there?” The body in front of him disappeared, and the voice came to him again.

“I’m who you want me to be.” A man appeared where Alfred used to be. Black hair with horns coming out of each side of his head black and curling backwards. His eyes were a piercing blue and he had two black wings protruding from his back. And a sharp devil tail to boot. The only thing that seemed to be out of place were the glasses on his face. The British man looked at him in total shock. He looked just like Alfred. His face did.

“Alfie?” Was all he could say.

“Yes.” The demon looking version of Alfred said. “Arthur Kirkland…”

“No! You’re not Alfred!” Even if this man looked a lot like him it couldn’t be him. He just saw Alfred not long ago and he was dead. Plus this person didn’t act like Alfred at all. He seemed dark and up to something. “Who are you?” The man smiled again.

“I already told you. I’m whoever you want me to be.” His appearance changed suddenly. He looked exactly like Alfred, red heir, red eyes, and even the sunglasses on his head. His horns, tail, and wings were gone. Arthur gasped,

“What? No you can’t…” The man moved closer to him.

“Arthur, it is me.” He took Arthur in his arms and held him close. “Everything will be okay.” Arthur seemed to have believed his words. He closed his eyes and let this strange man hold him. Moving in closer for a kiss but just before he got there Arthur snapped back into reality.

“No! You're not!” Arthur pushed him away from him and took a few good steps back. “You're not my Alfie! Even if you look like him!” He was almost screaming. The Alfred imposter just stood there smiling.

“I’m sorry,” He said, “I was only trying to help you. Without him you will go into a fit… No you and I both know it would be THE fit…” Arthur looked confused.

“How are you helping me? The Imposter grinned.

“I look like him, even when I’m not trying to.” He changed back into his devilish form. “It’s tricking your mind into thinking he is still here. That I am your Alfred.” Arthur looked at him in horror,

“Th…that doesn’t make any sense.”