Whiskey lullaby

   Alfred's pov:(i suck at first person. bare with me.)I stood at the bedroom door,completely still and in shock. i didn't know i would see something like this.i had gotten worried when arthur wasn't answering my calls,so i came to his home and used the key he gave me to get inside.i went to the bedroom thinking maybe he was sleeping.I had just walked in on Arthur and Francis "doing things". francis was on top of arthur,holding him to the bed. My presence went unoticed until i took a step back in shock and accidently bumped into a small dresser in the hall. a vase fell off and shattered on the floor,causing arthur and francis to look up and jump away from each other."A-alfred. this isnt what it looks like!" arthur said in panic.he kicked france away from him and tried crawling off the bed towards me, but i took a step back. he still had his clothes on,but his hair was messed up and his face was red."how could you?!"i yelled.it was mostly directed at arthur. francis was still sitting on the floor in shock. arthur tried to object but i just shook my head and ran from the room.narrarators pov.Arthur untangled himself from the blanket and ran after alfred.he caught his shoulder just as he reached the front door."alfred,please just listen i can explain!!"he pleaded.But alfred wouldnt have it.he saw what had happened and he wouldnt listen to reason."you're horrible! i should've known to never come back to you!! you're selfish and evil!! and i never want to see you again!"he yelled.his chest felt as if it was bieng stabbed with the words that he was saying,but he couldnt stop himself.he just was so hurt arthur would cheat on himArthur was trying to stay calm in the situation,but was failing."alfred,please. it wasnt like that!"he said. alfred ignored him and left the house,then slammed the door in arthur face as hard as he could.Arthur fell to his knees as alfred ran down the street. he wished he had time to explain,but alfred seemed he wouldnt listen anyways.he made a plan to call him as soon as he got rid of france.speaking of the devil, france walked out from the bed room."arthur? where is alfred going?"he asked worriedly.he saw england sitting like a mess on the floor.he looked at him,then to the door.France broke in and had tried to scare arthur,since its halloween tomorow.but he had fallen on top of arthur just as alfred walked in."ill go after him and explain.j-just wait here!"he said in panic,then ran out of the house to try and catch america.Arthur stared at the floor with tears falling.his mind was taking time to process everything that had happened.he looked up from the floor to his bedroom,where his cell phone was. he got up and walked there,when he opened his nightstand he made a grab for his phone. his fingers brushed the small pistol that was also in there,and suddenly he felt dread. but he ignored it and just dialed his phone.he needed to call alfred.he had to explain what happened.Part two:Alfreds phone rang for the 6th time.each second he tried to ignore it,the ringing seemed to only get louder.he had made it to his home and kept all the lights off.he was sulking on his bed,crying his heart out.He didnt want to talk to arthur ever again.and soon,after the tenth time his cell phone rang he snapped.he picked it up and growled at the screen that showed arthurs face and said"iggy's calling"He answerd it but spoke before arthur could get a chance."Didnt i tell you i never wanted to talk to you again!?! leave me alone! I HATE YOU!!"he screamed.he hung up the phone and threw it across the room and into the hallway.it shattered into pieces; putting an end to the phone calls. he then ran to his room and grabbed the small soldier that he had kept since england gave it to him when he was young.he threw it into the trash and dropped himself back onto the torn old couch.He felt so stupid."i should've seen this coming...."he mumbled quietly. he laid back and stared at the cieling."what happened to us?"he asked himself. he remembered when arthur was so honest,and kind. he took care of alfred. he would never ever hurt him. then when alfred finally got his independents,he changed.why? Two months later.:Arthur had been drinking alot lately. he rarely left his home anymore and he even missed the last world meeting a week ago. he hasnt seen much of alfred. why would he? alfred hated him,right? arthur wouldnt be able to stand it if he heard alfred say that face to face. it was better if he pretended it never happened.France stopped coming around about a week before. he had noticed arthur not caring any more. that mustve taken the fun out of it for him, so he now pretended nothing ever happened and turned a blind eye.Arthur groaned when he finally woke up.he opened his eyes,laying on the floor in the living room,with the sun shining in his eyes. it made his head ache throb ferociously."i thought i would be used to this by now."he grumbled in his scratchy voice. he had ruined his vocal chords by yelling so much and drinking alot,but he didnt mind,or rather,he just didnt care.He growled when his phone rang.that was the first time in a month anyone bothered to call,but then again, maybe its just a buissness call or something.he dropped the almost empty whiskey bottle in his hand and replaced it with the phone."what?"he answered flatly. the person on the other line hesitated,as if they were scared at his tone,but they regained confidence."arthur? you sound sick. why did you skip todays meeting?" ludwig asked."bollocks. i forgot there was another meeting today."he thought to himself.he knew if he skipped too many,people would start getting suspicious."i just over slept.ill make it to the next one."he lied. the german sighed,but seemed to buy it."...alright. make sure you make it to the next one. or else ill send alfred and the french man after you."he threatened. arthur rolled his eyes and was about to hang up,when ludwig asked another question."did something happen between you and alfred? did you break up?"Arthurs blood ran cold. alfred mustve blabbed about what happened. it seemed like something he would do. everyone probably thought arthur was a slut."w-what would make you say that?"he asked nerviously."well,i think hes with kiku now."ludwig stated.arthur froze and dropped the phone,ludwig was asking 'what's wrong',until it hit against the table,broke,and killed the line. Alfred was with kiku? had he moved on so quickly? arthur sank to the floor with his eyes staring blankly at the broken phone.it was hard to believe. it was over. alfred was never coming back. arthur put his head in his hands and tried to remember to keep breathing. it was like the war all over again. alfred isnt coming back,and it was arthurs fault.Who was it that drove him away?Arthur took a sharp breath and closed his eyes. that familiar voice,the one who used to belong to his brother scott.it now terrorized him with the truth. it was his own fualt for driving alfred away. first with the war. he shouldve been a better care taker. he shouldve been nicer, he shouldnt have tried to protect him so much and put so many laws on him. and now, with their relationship. he shouldve been better, he shouldve tried harder to explain what really happened. is that what he should do now? should he go see alfred and try to explain?Its too late. you'll only bother him. just go.Go? go where? where could he go where he wouldnt be hurt by the memories of alfred? he needed somewhere that wouldnt hurt anymore. somewhere quiet,safe, and would block out alfred. he knew just what to do. a few months ago,he wouldve never even thought about it. but now,it was the only way.The british man rubbed his teary eyes and stood up unsteadily. he went to his gloomy kitchen and opened up the pantry. six bottles of whiskey and other poisonous drinks looked back at him. he grabbed them all and carried them to his bedroom.then he sat on the bed and layed them out. he opened the first one and drank it down quickly. some of it spilled all over the front of his white shirt,staining it a nasty color. he grabbed the next bottle and drank it dry. over the next hour and a half, he continued this painful endevor until all the bottles where empty. he thought that maybe if he were drunk enough,it wouldnt hurt as much.He grabbed a pen and paper,and sloppily wrote down his last words.I'll love him until i die. ~arthurThen he opened up his nightstand and smiled down at the gun shining up at him. he sighed and picked it up. then held it to his head.After taking one last drink,he pulled the trigger.Pov;germany:I have a bad feeling. arthur suddenly hung up yesterday,its most likely due to something with alfred. something isnt right.i got out my phone and dialed feliciano."vee~? germany? hiiiiiiii!"his cheerful voice said. i sighed and tried to speak seriously."feli. i wanted to know if you would come with me to englands."i said.He was quiet for a moment,i could make out some shuffling sounds,then his voice spoke up again."si! ill meet you soon!"he said. before i could tell him where i was,he hung up. i rolled my eyes."ciao germany!!" italy yelled,suddenly appearing behind me and hugging me around the waist. it took so much not to scream and punch him in the face."wha?!?! how did you--?!" he cut me off with a kiss.i blushed and put my hand over his face and pushed him away gently."nien.not now. we have to check on the brit."i said.he pouted softly,but nodded and grabbed my hand. i sighed and we walked through the snowy streets of britain to get to arthurs home.He's lucky this weeks meeting was in his country,or else we wouldnt have been able to check on him.although,it takes alot for a hosting country to miss a meeting in their own country."hey! hey, germany! why did mister alfred look so sad today?" feli asked as he tugged on my sleeve."becuase. he is sad about arthur.""whaaaat? but i thought he was with kiku-san!""ill explain when you're older."i sighed.He pouted a little,but accepted that answer.we finally found our way through the complicated streets and found arthurs address.i walked up the steps and knocked on the door."hallo! arthur. its ger-uh- ludwig."i said. ive still got to get used to using human names. i recieved no answer,so i sighed and knocked again. maybe he was asleep."doitsu!! look! hes sleeping on the floor in the bedroom!"feli said frantically.he was looking thru the window so i moved to where he was and peeked through the small space between the curtains.arthur was lying the motionlessly.this wasnt right."feli stay back."i ordered. i went back to the door and kicked it open with my foot,then ran inside to the bedroom. luckily that door wasnt locked. i opened it and went to arthur,but when i ran around the bed to get to him,i realized it wouldnt matter.he was dead.Feli screamed and hid his face in my shoulder when he saw it.blood was spattered on the wall in the corner of the room by his bed,and more was seeping from a bullet wound in the side of his head. one hand held the gun,and the other held a blood stained note.I couldnt look anymore. i was in shock,i almost didnt know what to do."feli wait ouside.ill call an ambulence."i said. he was crying by now,but ran outside as told. i grabbed the phone and dialed 911.and while it rang i picked up the note and read what it said.Pov: alfred.Kiku had just come back into the room with a plate of sushi and chopsticks then sat next to me on the couch."i dont see why you wanted me to pretend to date you. just get back with england-san.you guys are cute together."he said.i rolled my eyes and sighed."becuase. he's probably with france now. who knows how many times they 'did it' while we were still together."i answered.Suddenly someone smacked me upside the head.it was a sushi tray from kiku."baka! england never slept with france. its obvious! and that better not be why you two are fighting!"he said loudly,then he noticed his behavor and calmed back down. i stared at him in shock. i never would have expected kiku to have an outburst like that. he usually senses the mood and refrains from speaking."gomenesai. i just ship you two really hard."he apologized with a small bow. wow. it seems that rumor about fanboys was true."hey...japan? what did you mean by 'he never slept with france'? and hows it obvious?"i asked.how the heck would japan know who sleeps with who??....besides him sneaking around and snapping pictures of people in the act."france told me. appearently it was a misunderstanding. france was just messing with england when you came in. france went after you to try to tell you,but you left and now youre ingnoring them both. so they havent gotten a chance."he answered casually.I stood up suddenly."AND YOU DIDNT THINK TO TELL ME UNTIL NOW!!!"i yelled. seriously?! me and england couldve been together all this time!"i didnt find out until this morning when i ran into france in the hall at the meeting.i sensed his mood. arthurs been ignoring him too."he said.i grabbed my bomber jacket and grabbed my keys."i have to see him!!"i yelled and ran outside.That is defenitly not right.i know england. him bieng alone this long,isnt safe.if anything has happened to him,it'll be all my fualt! im such and idiot! i shouldve just trusted him!I ran all the way to his house without stopping,but i was forced to a stop when i reached it. i gasped and stared at his house in shock.Narrorator pov:The sun had just gone down,which made the flashing red and blue lights pierce the night even brighter.alfred stood there,still slightly out of breath from the run. he was confused,he had no idea what was happening.why was arthurs house surrounded by cops and an ambulance...and who was the person bieng wheeled out of the house on a stretcher,with a sheet over thier body?Alfreds heart went numb and heavy as he pushed past the police officer that was trying to hold him back.he made it to the ambulance and pushed past the paramedics,then pulled off the sheet covering who ever it was.There lay arthur.A week later.The funeral service wasnt very long. people took turns talking about arthur, and thier regrets of not knowing him better. people were crying and trying to call him back to life, as if this were all a bad dream. but there was one person who was long past the state of shock and disbelief. he knew it was real,what had happened, and why. his empty blue eyes looked up from the back of the room onto the casket where arthur lay.Everyone went silent as Alfred began walking up to the open casket. he hadn't said a word to anyone through out the whole service.he just stared off into space with a blank expression. he stopped his walking at the alter and looked down at Arthur.People usually say that people look like theyr'e asleep when they die,but it was impossible to believe that as he looked down at arthur. his skin was white as a sheet, and his lips looked like wax. the viens undernieth his skin were easy to see, even though there was no blood traveling through them anymore,and the side of his head was covered in a thick white gause so noone would have to see the self inflicted hole that the bullet had made.Arthur was not sleeping. he was dead.alfred put his hand ontop of arthurs and resisted the urge to pull back when he felt how cold he was.Russia came up behind alfred and put a hand on his shoulder."malen'key medvez honok. it is time for the burial."he said quietly.alfred hesitated,then nodded and followed ivan and the others outside while the casket barrers carried arthur to the burial spot.Since arthur was religious, a preist said a prayer as they lowered him into the ground beneith a willow tree.it wasn't anything like a furneral should've been. it was sunny and slightly breezy with birds chirping and flying over everyones heads.it was fairly warm for a december day. arthur would have liked it.Alfred threw a single purple rose ontop of the casket,then turned to leave. germany caught up with him in the parking lot and handed him a small note with little spots of dried blood on it."england had it when he died. he would've wanted you to know."he said, then he walked away.Part three:Back in alfreds country,he had finally come home and had been lazying around his house. the note arthur had written layed on alfreds night stand by his bed.The drawer was open,which was rare. it hadnt been opened since the reveloutionary war.it held pictures of when alfred was younger,and was still living with arthur.Alfred swollowed thickly and looked down at the picture of arthur smiling in his hand.he didnt know. he wish he had. he was stupid. he shouldve trusted arthur. it was his own fault for not trusting him.just how much pain had he caused arthur to make him kill himself?To alfred, he used to be so big. he was like a big brother. everything he did was to protect alfred. even the horribly strict laws he set that had started the reveloutinary war and pushed alfred away.But,was that true? who really was doing the pushing? Who was it that drove him away?Finally alfred understood. it really was all his fault. arthur was only protecting him, it was Alfred who took it the wrong way. he started to resent Arthur,slowly. and soon,he just left and when they got back together,Alfred was afraid it would happen again. his subconcious knew Arthur would never ever do anything to hurt him. but when Alfred saw him and Francis together,he forced himself to believe it,so maybe if he thought Arthur had hurt him,they would be even and alfred wouldnt have to feel guilty anymore for the war.But it didnt work. his stupid plan had back fired. arthur was now dead and alfred was bieng consumed by guilt. he was drowning in it. bieng currupted by it.Biting his lip he stood from the bed and in a selfish gesture began to cry. he gathered up a few more pictures of arthur and him togther,then slammed the drawer shut.he looked down at the smiling picture in his hand and gave it a small kiss,whispered a thanks and good bye.He was smiling,even though his heart had died the very second arthur had. he quickly ran out side,and down the street with the intention that he wouldnt hurt anyone ever again. it would all be over. he would finally see arthur again.Outside it was dark,but the street lights lit his way down the sidewalk.he caught a glimpse of himself in the reflective serfice of an american office building.his face was was so serine,exept for his eyes. his broken,blue eyes were sad, alone, guilty and scared. so, so scared. He closed his eyes tightly and dashed into the buisy street.A car swirved,Someone screamed,And Alfred was thrown into the air,then landed back on the pavement with a loud crack sound. Suicide.Before he lost conciousness,with his last breath he sighed arthurs name in an attempt to comfort himself and held onto the picture as if he were gripping his very soul. then, he died.Part 4.The person who screamed was japan.he had been on his way to alfreds in his car. he witnessed alfred purposely throw himself into the street,get hit by kiku's car,then crack his neck on the ground. he was holding onto Arthurs picture for dear life."call 911!!" an america woman screeched. but everyone knew it was too late.At first,kiku was numb,but then he was thrown back into reality by the loud sirens coming thier way.Oh god.Oh god.no. "ALFRED!!!"he yelled,then threw his car door open and ran into the street to the dead boy.4 days later.A few days later the funeral was held for alfred. matthew stood by francis,sobbing quietly,and france gave his hand a squeeze,trying to console him.japan hadnt come, he felt too guilty,even though it wasnt his fault.but he sent flowers.France thought of alfred and arthur as a family,they were like brothers. the "face" family.but now they were both gone. france bowed his head and held matthew close.They buried alfred in his usual bomber jacket since it was his favorite thing. and they also never took arthurs picture from his hand.they hadnt even touched it. they thought it best to bury him with it.They buried him next to arthur beneath the willow tree.the caskets were so close,if they were alive they couldve easily broken through the wood and held hands for all eternity. that thought made everyone feel a little better. a little less sad. They were together now and there was no chance of them pushing eachother away. they would be together here forever.The service was over,and everyone soon went home. it was matthew who had stayed behind for a little. he sat at the foot of both alfred and arthurs graves,silently,just thinking about what he wished he could say as a final goodbye.he felt he needed closure,and maybe if he sat there long enough,he would get it,and it would sink in.He did get closure.but not in the way he'd expected. he had been sitting there for about an hour,before he finally gave up and stood to leave. he wiped his blurry eyes and dusted the fresh dirt off his pants. but after he stood,his eyes caught something and he froze and stared at the tree in shock.It was hard to make out, and he might have been seeing things becuase of how blurry his sight was becuase of the tears. but sitting on one of the thickest branches of the willow tree,were two transparent bodies,holding eachothers hands. it was alfred and arthur.matthew was sure of it!They seemed to notice him standing there. alfred raised a hand and waved to his little brother,then wrapped his arms around arthur and they both smiled. then they just dissapeared.Matthew smiled softly and took something out of his pocket. the small hand made toy soldier that alfred had kept all these years but tried to throw away when he was mad.the one arthur gave him when he was little.if alfred had shown england when they were alive,that he had he kept it all this time,they wouldnt have been so scared to trust eachother.He set it inbetween thier graves,then walked away. he never told anyone what he had seen. becuase he knew they would think he was crazy.but he knew what he saw. arthur and alfred were together and happy.