Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Alfred's POV

I got in the car and drove off to the same hotel where we are at just a few nights ago.
Sigh.

Even going in there people gave me weird looks, when I signed in the concierge raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Jones? Weren't you just here? Did you leave something, here, let me show you to the lost and found.."
"No. I just need a room."
"Where's your friend?"
"...Taking care of his family. Is the room ready or not?" I snapped, sizing down a little afterwards, feeling really bad.
"O-Okay Mr. Jones, here's your key..Enjoy your stay."

Poor guy, I just yelled at him and he felt like he was forced to say 'enjoy your stay.' That makes me feel that much worse.

But anyway, I walked to my room, opening the door. I threw the plastic bag on the bed and just sank down to the floor, my back rested against the now closed door. Tears welcomed my face as I stared at my phone screen. Arthur and I of course. I always feel so stupid when I fight with Arthur and yet I do it. It always ends the same way, I'm sorry's and heartbreak. It's always been that way. Always.

Arthur closed his eyes, trying to rest during the plane ride. Airplanes always tired him out. Alfred looked over at Arthur and poked his face, a stupid smile on his face.

"What do you want Alfred?" Arthur asked, his eyes still closed. Alfred laughed, seeing how Arthur knew him so well.
"I'm bored! Wanna have fun?" Alfred jumped in his seat repeatedly, like a literal toddler.
"Alfred," Arthur's eyes opened, turning to Alfred. "What 'fun' could we have on airplane without getting arrested for alleged terrorism?"

"Woah there dude! That's not what I meant haha," Alfred continued to squirm in his seat, unable to stay still it seemed. Arthur glanced down and his jaw dropped.
"Alfred do not tell me that's-"
"...Doesn't sex in an airplane bathroom seem hot?"
"I fucking hate you."

I laughed a small bit, the things that guy goes through for my stupid ass.
...So many things that guy goes through for my stupid ass..

"ARTIEE!"
"Oh fucking shit. What do you want?"

Alfred smiled a small bit, amused with Arthur's reaction.
"Baby I need a favor."
"No. No sex you have completely tuckered me out from that."
"Jesus do I really ask for sex a lot?"
"You're very needy."

Alfred playfully pushed Arthur away, smiling and chuckling. Arthur rolled his eyes. "Anyway, what do you want?"
"Oh, I can't remember."
"I bloody hate you."

I'm so terrible, good god.

I pulled out my phone again, I went through my contacts, staring at Arthur's.
Do I text him?
Is that really the best idea?
Maybe we've cooled down, it's okay now. Just one message.

I opened up our messages and texted him. I couldn't stand being away. Even for a day, how sad right? But then I think back to when I proposed, I told him. When I wasn't with him I was sort of..distressed, if that's even the proper word. I'm not myself, to say the least. So, I have to text him. If I can't be with him in person..Over phone will just have to do.

Alfred: Arthur it's me, but you probably know that because contacts and stuff. Anyway, I just wanted to text you and let you know I'm sorry. As I explained to you I've been having a rough couple of days but I wouldn't tell you why.
I told my mom we were getting married. I knew you would end up asking so I did it anyway. Well, as always she flipped. She didn't expect me to still be with you, let alone be getting married. She didn't except and told me to, "Like all homosexuals, burn in hell." I don't want that negativity at our wedding, so I don't want her invited. I guess...hearing a mother say that can really piss a guy off? Even with not having talked to my mother for five+ years, it hurt to hear her say that I guess. It didn't leave me in a great mood as you saw, and led up to this.
I don't want my mother to be the reason we fight. I want there to be an actual reason, like me getting a dog without your permission or what have you. So I really hope you try and forgive me, I understand it if you don't, trust me I do. So..yeah, I'll just leave it at that, I see I'm just dragging on now. I love you, Arthur. I really do. Just..remember that.

Yeah, that'll do it.
You know, people always told me texting with tears in your eyes was really hard. I am here to confirm that shit, it really is hard. But not impossible.

I just hope I didn't fuck up enough for Arthur not to forgive..

Arthur's POV

The house was remarkably quiet without Alfred around. I've most likely stated that before but my god it's true. Peter hangs out in his room because Alfred isn't there to talk to him about their stupid things like Transformers or whatever, my mother watches television because Alfred isn't there to talk to her. (Apparently I'm not enough.)

And I'm lonely without him at bedside with me, I'm lonely without him.

I sat on my bed, going through Twitter and things, yes, I was that bored. Then my phone made my notification noise, really.
Really.
You're kidding me, right now?
Alfred texted me.

So, I read it. I was so confused. He told his mother we were engaged, and proceeded not to tell me? But why would he do that if he knew I was going to ask him about it?
...So this fight was practically for nothing. He could be right here with me right now and for what?
I hate men sometimes, I really do. I wonder why I myself am gay sometimes I swear.

But I best decided I shouldn't just leave him on read, that is really rude. And I do miss him, yes, already. He's got my heart tied up in a knot and he's not here to undo it, okay?

Arthur: Alfred, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pressured you into talking about your mum because it clearly is a triggering topic. But you also should've told me you told your mum already, or this might not have happened. Just, next time, if you're upset, talk to me. I'm here Alfred, I'm always going to be here. Nothing's going to change that. Don't be such a bloody idiot next time you doof. I'm not changing my mind however, and I hope to see you early morning. I love you, goodnight.

I hope that'll work. That dummy. I'll see him tomorrow though, so I'm not too worried.
...Just as long as he doesn't do anything to hurt himself I'll be fine.
Even so, the stupid idiot, sometimes I wish he would go mute. But then another part of me wishes he wouldn't stop talking.
Okay, now I'm just giving him way too much credit. He needs... He needs a switch, so when I want him to shut up because he's talking stupid, I can do it so simply.

I don't deserve this. With Mum getting worse, and all my personal problems, he's not making anything better.
Ah, but that's love for you right?

Author's Note: OMG I'M NOT DEAD I SWEAR 😂 I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! HAPPY VERY BELATED NEW YEAR~!!!!