Terrible Things[Dad!EnglandXDeceased!ReaderXSon!America]

Based off of: 'Terrible Things' by Mayday Parade

And vaguely on the picture/cover -->

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By the time I was your age

I'd give anything to fall in love

Truly was all I could think

That's when I met your mother

The girl of my dreams

The most beautiful woman that I'd ever seen...

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Arthur’s tears dripped on the glass of the picture frame in his hand. No matter how much he tried to contain them, they still swelled and flowed like a flooded river gate.

“I miss you!!” he sobbed, his entire being shaking violently. “Wh-Why did you have to leave us?” Arthur tried being quiet, knowing his son was fast asleep in the next room. But he couldn’t contain it any more. It hurt so much. It had been nineteen years, but God did it still hurt. He missed his lover. The girl who rescued him when he thought there was no one else. The girl who fell in love with him when he thought himself unlovable. The girl who he fell in love with when he was dying for love.

He missed you.

            Arthur placed the picture beside him, and then cradled his face in his hands. Memories of his years with you flashed through his mind. He missed the way your hair blew in the wind, and the way it glowed with the sun shone through it. He missed the vibrant colour of your eyes, and how they sparkled when you looked at him. He missed his arms around you, and the feeling of your fingers interlaced with his. He missed your voice, the soft belle tone of it as you sang and the way you said his name .

            Arthur’s entire body ached. The wounds opening back up.  As they did, Arthur realized just how quiet the room was and how cold and uninviting the sheets were. He noticed how still and bland his surroundings were and Arthur realized how boring and monotonous his life had become since you passed. Sure, he had Alfred, the son he wished looked more like you, and that was a challenge. But Alfred didn’t fill your void. His vibrancy couldn’t replace yours. You were...something else. Anyone who had known you knew where Alfred had gotten his energy from because it most certainly was not from your beloved Brit.

            Arthur choked over his sobs, his voice cracking as he pleaded over and over for a redo where you survived; another universe where you and he raised Alfred. Although he knew that could never happen, he never wished that he had never fallen in love with you. He never wished that you had never gotten pregnant with Alfred. He never wished that he had never met you. Arthur felt his heart throb as he groped for memories of you. Anything that would fill his mind with your voice and face. He missed you so much every day, and every day he kept up a happy face for Alfred’s sake. From the time he was small, Alfred had always wondered about his mother, but Arthur never told him anything. If he tried, he would end up excusing himself and going to cry in his room for hours. The older Alfred got, the less he asked about you.  Arthur chuckled sadly at himself,

“____ wouldn’t like that very much,” he scolded himself, barely able to choke out your name. It wasn’t one he spoke very often any more. He couldn’t. He just...couldn’t bring himself to. It was too precious, and held too many beautiful things; so many things that had been ripped away so quickly. Another loud round of sobs escaped Arthur’s chest. Arthur didn’t notice as the door to his room opened, even though it let out a God awful creak that he swore he was going to fix one day. Arthur didn’t even pay attention as the bed sank down next to him.