Against God July 16 1829

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" Alphonse?!" Arthur sputtered.
Antonio looked at him , quizzically. " You know this man?" He asked , looking at the figure in white.
" Yes!" Arthur exclaimed. " I was treating him back in England!" He looked into Alphonse's eye.  
" how ..why...you...I..Spain!?" He cried.

Alphonso chuckled. Antonio gaped at him. " Yes, after  I left England , I went to Spain because my brother was here. But when I came, he wasn't. I don't know what happened to him. Eventually I grew ill and went to the cathedral to seek help. And the rest is history."
He smiled at Arthur and Alfred. " I'll never forget your kindness. Please follow me!" He linked arms with Arthur and pulled him away. Alfred followed close behind, unsure of Alphonse's intentions.
Alphonse dragged the rest if the group back into the streets.
Alphonse smiled ahead. Arthur still looked astonished.
   " So Arthur. What's brings you by?" He asked cheerfully.
" oh ..um well..we were brought here by the church so investigate on how they do things here."
" oh you got my letter have you?" Alphonse remarked with a twinkle in each eye.
Arthur blushed. '"Yes."
Alphonse sighed and patted Arthur's hand. "You will love this city. It's is full of love and mystery. It's a place to find yourself! It is magical!"
Alfred stifled a giggle and Arthur turned around and glared at him.
   Alphonse continued to gloat and scream about his city. He smiled and laughed. Arthur felt it good to see him well. He couldn't believe it was the same man. Arthur laughed along, like a girly little lady.
   Alfred wasn't buying. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something just wasn't right with Alphonse. He was too....something. He just didn't know yet.
     Antonio and Maria were hitting it off well. The two were busy flirting, it was too unbearable to watch. Montisue was busy oohing and ahhing the city. Alfred sighed.
    Alphonse then stopped . Arthur looked at him.
  " what is wrong ?' He asked.
Alphonse shook his head. "Nothing. There is someone I want you to meet in that clinic over there." He tilted his head toward the direction of the clinic, which sat directly across the street from where they stood. "I think she needs to speak to people like you. "
Alfred just stared and Alphonse. Arthur looked at Alphonse quizzically, but grinned.
  "Sure!" He chirped.
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Arthur sighed as he unpacked his bags unto the bed. His eyes wandered the room  to look at Alfred, who was facing the window of the cottage that Alphonse had set up for them. Maria and Montisue were upstairs , while USUK occupied downstairs.
It was eerily quiet. Too quiet for Arthur's liking.
   " this is nice, isn't it  ?" Arthur asked, trying to cheer the American up. It was usually the other way around.
" Eh." Was all Alfred replied. Arthur rolled his eyes.
       " okay!" He snapped. " what the hell is wrong  with you?!" Alfred turned toward Arthur and glared at him.
" What?"
      " you've been pouty all day! What your deal?"
" Nothing, just leave me be."
        Arthur scoffed. " I thought it was Maria who'll be bothering the hell outta me. Buts it's you."
Alfred raised his fist and slammed it into the wall. Arthur jumped and dropped the shirt he was folding.
   " Something is wrong!" He proclaimed. " Alphonse is-"
" what he's what?!" Arthur screamed. " why are you so uptight?! You're making no sense. "
Alfred groaned and ran his fingers through his hair and tugged on his cowlick.
     Arthur sighed again. " Let's just try to enjoy ourselves. We're all happy..okay?" Alfred looked away again. He muttered something incoherent under his breath and went for the door. He grabbed the handle , but not before saying
  " He was right. You really are a slut. All you need is a guy to hold you and butter you down, that's all it takes. "
Alfred slammed the door behind him. Arthur was stunned. His knees wobbled and he covered his mouth. Tears ran down his cheeks.
Arthur fell to his knees crying.
Crying really hard.

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