Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

13: Attacked

Two weeks later

Alfred sat on the bench, no one sitting next to him. Gilbert was truly dead. The American sighed, wiping his eyes.
Gil may have been unhinged or harmful, but he was a good friend in the beginning. He didn't deserve to be stabbed and left to rot by Arthur.

But at the same time Arthur was needing to get it out somehow. After Gilbert's body was discovered Arthur told about the rape and coaxed Alfred to tell someone about the stabbing that nearly took his life.

It was a sour moment he'd rather not remember.
But murder? It just wasn't right.
So Arthur was a killer and Alfred was arrested as a killer. But was no killer. Insane world?

Alfred sat back on the bench, his eyes fluttering closed before he was forcefully awaken by a sharp pain in his abdomen. He gasped, clawing around the bench, looking around. He wheezed and dry heaved as he hit the floor, coughing profusely.

"What the- fuck?!" He gasped out, seeing Ludwig standing over him. And the stoic male looked pissed.
Shit.

"I-If this is about Gil I s-swear I didn't know." He coughed, looking away from the German.
"Nein, there's no need for you to even talk. Don't fight back. You're going to hurt just like I am when I'm done with you." Ludwig grumbled, dragging Alfred by his shirt collar into a more secluded area.

Can someone do something about this goddamn secluded goddamn area.

Alfred just laud there while he was repeatedly punched in the face and body. He took the shots and with every hit his hatred for involvement grew.
Arthur did this to him. If he had just...kept his head low. If he'd just gotten over it. This wouldn't be happening to him. Ever.

Suddenly, like it had began, it ended. Alfred coughed up blood and bile behind him before falling backwards once more. His breathing was heavy and ragged, wiping his mouth. Ludwig had swiftly left. Alfred couldn't blame him for what he'd done. Alfred deserved it.

The swift kicks, the quick punches. Not a defence wound on the German. Alfred took it. Every last bit.
Rather him then Arthur right? He could be killed.

Alfred wheezed out a 'help' and miscellaneous curses before someone noticed him bleeding and bruised on the floor. He looked up faintly at an auburn haired bright and cheery male smiling at him.

"Please...Please h-help me.." Alfred managed out, coughing.
"Ciao! Are you hurt? I saw Luddy walk out of here and he looked very a-angry! Is that blood?!"
Alfred groaned, rolling over. Good God this Italian was going to let him bleed out to death.
"D-Dude. I'm dying here. Get me help."

"O-Oh sí! I'll get you the best of help! I'll be right back!"
Alfred waited, feeling the life slowly draining from him. He really needed to figure the gender of the Italian that saved him. Or very well sped up his death. Time would tell.

***

"Alfred! What happened to you?!" Arthur shrieked, grasping his hand as he sat next to him, grasping his hand.
"I got jumped." He said plainly, shrugging his pained shoulders. "Can't even feel it now they got me so drugged up."
"Idiot.. Why could you allow this to happen to you?! Again!"

Alfred coughed, feeling something wrapped around his ribcage. Fun.
"It's a long story-"
"-Why do you not tell me anything anymore?"
"Funny coming from you! Need I remind of Gil. You weren't going to tell me. That's some big news Arthur. And you were going to hide it from me!"
"The yelling isn't helping your headache." Arthur grumbled, crossing his arms while looking away.