Alfred hopped up the stairs to the house he and Arthur had shared for only a few months. He swung open the door after grabbing the package and letter outside the door. He sniffed the air trying to smell the old smell of home which he soon found. It had been 6 months since he had left for Iran, he had missed his husband dearly.
"IGGY!" He shouted excitedly, walking around the house.
"ARTIE?!"
Alfred came up to a desk, with about two dozen prices of paper on it. A few of them were his letters to Arthur. Most of them were drafts from Arthur, telling him of his time at home, with notes about Alfred's kids and how Arthur's cooking was better than anything Al could have made.
'DING' the sound rang throughout the house, Alfred ran to the door excitedly, hoping to see Arthur.
"Your hospital bill, sir. Isn't Arthur Jones-Kirkland your husband?"
Hospital bill? ...
"What? Why is there a hospital bill?!" Alfred's spirit dropped, the man at his door clearly wasn't his Iggy.
"Your husband, he passed away due to.... Lung Cancer. England went up in smokes as well, that's why the economy had plummeted. Anyway, here's your bill, sorry if it's a bit expensive." The man handed Alfred a slip of paper before shuffling out of the door, which was closed harshly behind him.
"... Iggy... We were supposed to watch Jaws together... And eat fake Tacos... And... And..." A broken cry ran through the house. Alfred had survived the falling of many soldiers. But this? This he could not handle.
~Fin~
A/N: I am so sorry, I know it's not that much feels, but I am sorry for anyone who read this and got upset over any of the situations that were included. I know that war and cancer are both serious problems and I hope I didn't hurt anyone in the process of making this, sorry.
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Letters to no one (Hetalia USUK)
FanfictionUSUK short, could be potentially painful to read. America is sent to war and sends letters home to England.
