"Hey there Arthur, what's new dude?" American said to a disgruntled Britain as he burst through the door to his office.
"I am not a dude, you rude American!" England all but yelled at him. He was being distracted from his work that his boss had assigned him and now he would be farther behind in work.
"But dude, I'm bored! Talk to me!" the American whined.
England glared at him. "I'm busy, America..."
"With what? Can I help you? Can I do stuff?" America said, jumping from his laid back position in the armchair and sat on edge.
England sighed. "I suppose..."
"Cool what are you doing? What can I do?" Alfred said, standing up and walking over to the elder. His tie had become undone and hanging down when he lent down over the bench. England looked up and a smile started forming on his face. "What, is my hair off?" England just shook his head and motioned for America to come closer. As he lent forward, the British gentleman grabbed his tie and pulled him forward to kiss him smack on the lips.
America smiled into the kiss and kissed him back as England stood up and pushed him against the desk. "You know that I love you right?" England muttered against his neck, kissing him down his neck and sucking his sweet spot.
America moaned and whispered sexily, "I love you so much Arthur..." Arthur smiled and began to unbutton his American lover's shirt. America pulled off his shirt and sat up on the desk. England smiled and pulled of his shirt and jumper, Alfred running his hands down his chest and abs.
"Jeez, you are ripped..." he said softly. Arthur smiled and grabbed America and laid him down on the desk, shoving off the folders and pens that littered the desk. America smirked and began grinding his hips into his lovers hips. He smirked wider when a bulge began to form in England's pants.
Suddenly, America stopped and England looked down into his normally blue eyes. They had turned red. "A-Ameri-Amercia, what is going on" England asked, quaking in fear. He backed up into the corner, America matching his steps towering over him.
"Oh England, you know I love you" America said smiling. He grabbed England and kissed him with ferocity that scared England a little. America raised his arm and in his hand he held a dagger that England had kept to remind him of the pirate days.
"America!" England said as he saw the glint of the blade. Suddenly America drove the blade into the Englishman's back and Arthur gasped and fell to the floor. America held the blade dripping in his lovers blood outstretched. England coughed and spat up a little blood. "America, please. Help me" he whispered, outstretching his bloodied hand to the other man.
America drooped the blade, the blue returning to his eyes. "England! Oh my god. What have I done?" America whisper shouted as he dropped to the floor, holding the bleeding man. He pulled England into his lap and held him, crying into his shirt. "Please, forgive me. I love you. Please live Iggy" He sobbed. England smiled through bloodied lips. "America, I forgive you. Call the police would you?" he said in a classic Igy way. He coughed, spluttering blood down his unbuttoned shirt.
"America nodded and reached for his phone. As he pressed the buttons, he shook with fear for England's life. "Hello, what is your emergency?" a mans voice sounded calmly through the phone.
"My friend, he's been stabbed. Please, help me" America choked out, gripping the phone tightly in one hand as the other held on to Britain's hand, occasionally squeezing his hand to make sure that he was alive.
"What is your address?" the man asked. America could hear typing on the other side.
"123 Fake Street in London" America said in a rush. "Please hurry!" He hung up and pulled England closer to his chest. "Your gonna be okay. Your gonna get better and then we can have our moment together again and I wont snap and everything will be perfect.' he whispered into his ear, stroking the blondes hair shakily.
England could only nod his head and smile up at his boyfriends face. America wiped away a tear from England's face and began to hum My Immortal to him. As England smiled, he died. The ghost of his smile stayed on even as his body was taken away by the ambulance.
And as America cried into his brothers arms, he could still hear the voice of the United Kingdom singing 'the Ghost of You' by My Chemical Romance in his head.
"And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home, never coming home" - Gerard Way, My Chemical Romance, The Ghost of You
I like this ending better. I dont own any music mentioned and I kinda decided to not do anything smutty with them ... well it didn't go anywhere this time. I like them snapped.. :P
thanks to CeraCero and Monatheyoaifreak for helping me with this. Check them out for me please? Death is always a better ending
