Don't Leave Me

Last and Only

His body is cold and almost fully limp in my arms. His dirty blonde hair is completely disheveled. Sky blue eyes that used to be so full of life lost all of its warm glow. A once cocky,confident, and welcoming smile is now only one of sadness and misleading hope. California beach tanned skin faded into a near sickly pale. That same pale skin covered in countless bruises and marks.

Salty tears ran down my red tear stained cheeks. Blood. That horrible scarlet liquid was covering everything. It was consuming everything around me. Including him. Surly it would claim another victim on this day. Though reasoning wasn't something that was working correctly right now. All of my thoughts stopped when my icy blue eyes landed on him.

I'm basically watching him die right before me. I'm watching his last moments on this cruel earth unfold in front of me. No it just couldn't be his beloved brothers, or close friends. It couldn't be Matthew, Arthur, Francis, nor anyone else! It had to be me! Just some person that really and truly cares about him.

This sight was slowly killing me piece by piece,yet I have to wait for this torture to end. At the current rate this continuous agony would last on on till the day I die. Which won't be soon I might add. Sadly the time to end for the one in my arms wasn't near as long of a wait.

His smile, that danged bloody smile! That one part of him was what was killing me the most. It was like he was trying to say I'm fine don't worry! There is nothing to worry about, I can handle this myself. That smile was so weak it was almost pitiful. Until you realize that he's stronger than all off us, so that meant if I was in that situation I would be long gone.

He tried to speak as his mouth was moving but nothing came out. Tears of pain rolled down his face but it was easy to tell he didn't notice. He weakly picked up his hand and put on my cheek. With his thumb he wiped away my tears. I laid my own hand on his gently squeezing it. Then he started to mouth things to me like 'it's alright' and other soothing thoughts that I would love to think true. All of those things only wanted to make me cry more.

I could feel my voice returning just a little bit. "A-Alfred" I choked out. My voice was raspy and rough from the crying and some screams. My eyes met his once more. A teary ice blue filled with confusion and slight terror met one of fake comfort and hidden pain from the warm sky blue.

He just looked me. Silently trying to speak something unspoken. His eyes hide the pain, hid the truth, but showed hope. Not even for himself! No, he was trying to tell me that it was alright! I seen no concern for himself in those glossy eyes. How could he not worry for his own well being? His only concern right now is the person with a scratch on him! Me!

I guess he never really cared much about himself. He would always forgive my own stupidity.

*flashbacks-1919*

I was sitting up against a wall in the corner. I was already forgotten for my voice held no value. My opinion wasn't cared for and disregarded. All I could do was watch and get this over with.

"Hey bro. Would you like something to eat?" A voice asked. I looked up meeting his endless blue eyes. To be honest I feel like I have herd that accent before? Wait could this be?

"Y-you couldn't be America could you?" I asked in slight disbelief. This was young nation was almost as tall as me! He just laughed and held out some cookies he was eating earlier on.

"Yepo that would be me! Kind of dandy that we finally get to met without the revolvers pointed to each other!" He said giving a hearty laugh.