I'm sorry... (USUK!)

Chapter three

       Arthur and Alfred ducked into the alley. It had been six years since they met. Arthur was 15, and Alfred was 11. They had decided top run away from the orphanage together, and were now on their way to the edge of town where Arthur used to live.

       "Come on! It's just a little ways ahead. No one has lived there for years." They ran as fast as they could until the house was in sight. He was right. There was no one there. The house wasn't on the market, and it had been abandoned. They snuck around the back and walked in the back door. "Well?" Arthur grinned as they walked inside.

       "It's nice..." He set his belongings down on the table.

       "Alright, so, first things first... The food. Let's check and pull out anything perishable." He covered his nose and opened the fridge. Everything was moldy and brown, so he took it all to the garbage. Next, he sorted through the stuff in the pantry. Most of it was thrown away, except for a few soups that wouldn't have to go for a little while longer. "Okay... Bed?" Alfred nodded. They both chose rooms and went to sleep.

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       SLAM. The door shut. "England? Are you alive?"

       "Yes." England's sweet voice rung in his ears from the other room. Alfred ran upstairs and collapsed on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling.

       "I'm totally falling for him... It's so cliche, though... I can't do it. He hates me, after all." Alfred muttered. "But then... Why would he come? Does he want to be near me? Maybe he just wants to reunite the fact that in practically his brother... Then I definitely can't... What if he has a girlfriend? No, Wait, scratch that. Those eyebrows are girl repellant. But... No, He hates me. Especially after what happened..." He rolled over and buried his face into the pillow. Then there was a knock on the door. "What the hell do you want, England?"

       "Oh, um... Well... I kind of want to look at the city again. Do you have a car?"

       "Keys are on the kitchen table. Jeep's in the garage. Be home by six, please."

       "Tha- Thank you." He ran downstairs, picked up the keys, and got in the car.

       Alfred ran downstairs and sat on the couch. He turned on Netflix and started to watch Supernatural. Dean died for about the thousandth time. At about four o'clock, he got a call from an anonymous caller. "That's odd..." He picked it up.

       "Hello?"

       "Hello? Is this Alfred Jones?"

       "Yes, may I ask why you're calling?"

       "Hello, Mr. Jones. At about three thirty this afternoon, we got a patient in the ER who had been in a wreck. We were informed you were the closest to him. Please come to the hospital as quick as possible." The line hung up.

       "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He slammed the remote down and ran out of the house.

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       He got there in less than ten minutes. As soon as he stepped inside he went straight up to the front desk. "Hi, My name is Alfred Jones. I was told to come to the hospital because my friend had been in an accident. His name is Arthur Kirkland."

       The woman pointed down the hall. "Trauma one. The yellow room. Wait outside the swinging doors until the doctors are done." He ran down the hall and came to the room. He could only look through the windows and hear what the doctors were saying. There was blood everywhere. There was someone by his head pumping air into his lungs, and others giving him stitches and such.