Contact

Alfred lay in his room, the door shut, the black curtains drawn, and only a sliver of sunlight peers through them. He's on the bed, his head gently laying on a pillow, and, whilst normally he'd lay in the centre, he was on the left side of it; the soft hum of a fan breaking any and all silence. The young blond sighed quietly, a bitter smile on his lips.

We've been here so long.
Still, I remember, the rainy September,
Contact...

He was depressed. He was tired, tired of everything. Nothing he did mattered to him anymore. He could barely even stomach the idea of getting out of bed; yes, it was unhealthy, but sadness was plaguing his mind, like a thundering storm cloud.

Two, four, one, ten,
Two, four, one, ten,
Am I transmitting, is anyone listening?
Contact...

Alfred could hear his phone vibrate near him, as it was shaking the small table beside his bed. He lazily turned his head and reached out a hand, holding the phone. The contact's picture showed himself and another blond man, Alfred more closer to the camera as the other blushed brightly, trying to cover his neck. Alfred had on a black tank-top and his beloved was naked; from what one could tell, pyjama pants riding low on the other's slender hips. Alfred had on a proud smile, his eyes closed as he was caught in laughter while his lover was forever encased in a silly yelling fit he didn't truly mean.

Two, four, one, ten,
Two, four, one, ten,
Am I still willing to foot all this billing?
Contact...

"Baby?" God, it felt so great to hear his love's voice, the accent heavily lacing his words. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Alfred said groggily, a smile already growing on his face. That adorable laugh came from the other end of the call.

We are green and grey,
The longness of simper,
Still I remember,
Contact...

"I really just wanted to make sure. You weren't at the meeting today." (Alfred faintly recalled that he hadn't checked the calendar, slightly berating himself for not doing so.) "It was loud, but still quiet without you," the voice trailed off, Alfred feeling guilt gnawing at his stomach for leaving his love in such a chaotic environment. "You're sure you're okay?"

Two, four, one, ten,
Two, four, one, ten,
Am I transmitting, is anyone listening?
Contact...

Alfred stayed quiet, instead hearing his love's soft breathing. It was quiet, almost inaudible, but he found such comfort in a simple noise. "I thought so," the other deadpanned with a bit of guilt lacing his voice.

"Baby, c'mon, I'm fine."

"That's what worries me!" he interrupted. "You're never angry, you're never happy, you're never anything! I'm getting worried, darling..."

"I'm-"

Riding on our shiny metal horses,
Singing a rider's song,
One of us will be forgotten,
The other will be wrong...

"I'm coming over, okay?"

Alfred wanted to scream out his frustrations. He wanted him, yes, but he also wanted to be alone. He didn't know what was right, he didn't know what was wrong, and it hurt his head so much. Without even realizing it, he was crying silently, the tears streaming down his face. "I love you," came his broken voice.

Two, four, one, ten,
Two, four, one, ten,
Am I still willing to foot all this billing?
Contact...

"I love you to the moon and back, darling. I'll be there soon, yeah?"

Alfred sniffled, a smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Sorry if it's too messy."

That same adorable, beautiful, wonderful sound came from his beloved, his gorgeous, mesmerizing, intoxicating laughter. "Nothing bothers me when it comes to you."

When I think of you,
Your name's in the sky,
Ninety feet high,
Contact...

The door creaked open, and a man peered through. He knew what this room was. Alfred's Depressing Room, used for when he needed to scream, cry, or have a chat with himself. He didn't judge, he had no right to. Anyone in their line of work needed this room. He saw Alfred hugging a pillow and on his side, his shoulders shaking just a bit. "Alfred, may I come in?" Two taps and the man was sitting near his lover, a gentle hand placed on his arm. "Do you want to talk?" A tap. "Any T.V shows?" A tap once more. "Your movies and cuddling?"

Riding on our shiny metal horses,
Singing a rider's song,
One of us will be forgotten,
The other will be wrong...

Alfred rose up, tossing the pillows aside and hugging the smaller man tightly, making him yelp a bit in surprise. "C'n we wa'ch Fro'n and Mo'a?" he mumbled. The other blond smiled and hugged back gently.

"But of course. Nothing but the best for my darling!"

Alfred had on his usual wide grin as he laughed, swiftly holding his lover the way a groom would carry his bride, running towards the couch and falling on top of it. They were lost in fits of giggles, before Alfred sighed, feeling the other's head on his chest.

"Alfred?" came his voice. Said being hummed. "You're my hero, you know."

Alfred gave a chuckle, the plans of movie-watching long forgotten. "And you're my damsel, Francis."

~~

In case you couldn't tell, this was supposed to be depressing AF, but it turned fluffy. I really have no how that happened! Also, yeah, it's U.S X France. IT NEEDED MORE LOVE, OKAY? (Plus, I adore ships that have France as the submissive. He's always a giver and never a receiver. I'll bet if anyone gives him any sign of affection, he'd blush and maybe cry because of it.)

-im-sacred67