Americas issues

Alfred?

Sorry loves I'm such a screw up that I can't even stick to the writing schedule I made up. Guess that's what happens when you're just a lazy irresponsible excuse for a human being. Anyways enough bs excuses here you go. I hope it's okay...

WARNING:this chapter mentions PTSD, panic attacks, terrorism, 9/11 events.

Arthur groaned and collapsed onto the bed. Alfred chuckled as he looked up from his laptop. "Hard day at work babe?" Arthur shook his head and mumbled something into the mattress. Alfred shut his laptop and walked over to where the blonde was. He cuddled him in his arms. "What's wrong Artie?".

Arthur looked up at him, "I have to visit my brothers". The blonde tensed at the mention of Arthur's brothers. They had bullied Arthur throughout most of his life. It was 'tough love', but the small brit had always been sensitive. His childhood was the cause of many of Arthur's problems, most of he still suffered through today. Alfred knew that Arthur would be okay to go by himself physically, but he wasn't sure if he would be okay mentally.

"Where are you guys meeting?"

"Scotland", he nodded. Allistor had always been the closest to Arthur.

"How long?".

"A week, not counting the flight there or the flight back".

"...Do you want me to come along?". Alfred offered hesitantly. He didn't want Arthur to be alone with his brothers for that long, but he also had a fear of planes.

 He had been on flight 93. 9/11/01. The details were a bit fuzzy to  Alfred, before. He had massive chest pains and was coughing up blood, due to the previous attacks from that morning. The attack was on America, which means it was an attack on Alfred. He had walked out of the bathroom slowly, due to him being dizzy and his vision being blurry. He heard a group of passengers that planned to attack the hijackers on the plane. Alfred didn't have time to think about his pain and immediately joined. Alfred and the other passengers attacked the four attackers in the cockpit with a fire extinguisher (theory). They successfully took away control from the hijackers.The plane then flipped over and sped toward the ground at upwards of 500 miles per hour, crashing in a rural field in western Pennsylvania at 10:10 a.m. All 45 people aboard were killed, all except for Alfred. Alfred passed out from blood loss (due to the mass amounts of blood he was coughing up) before the plane hit the ground. He woke up in the hospital two weeks later. It took him a few months to recover, terrorist attacks were always hard on nations. They suffer both physically and mentally and some never get over it. One of these examples is Alfred, he has not been in a plane or near an airport since that day.

"Alfred you don't  have to...I'll be fine". he noticed the hesitation in the blonde's  voice.

"I'll go with you babe" he held Arthur closer. The brit nodded, he was grateful the other would be joining him. He would of course never ask him to come, but he would definitely feel better with the optimistic American by his side.

"Thank you dear" Alfred simply nodded and kissed his cheek. He would be fine...right?

~One week later~

        The couple walked up to the into the airport. They both had a pair of headphones in and their hands were intertwined. They weren't ignoring each other, they simply had different tastes in music. Alfred gripped Arthur's hand tighter as they walked in. The short male didn't seem to notice, he was too distracted by the Blue October song he was listening to.

Alfred was doing surprisingly well. They made it through security and such and were finally seated and waiting for the plane to take off. Alfred quickly leaned over Arthur and pulled down the shade on the window. The Brit looked at him oddly,"Alfred dear, are you okay?".

He nervously laughed, " Of Course I'm Okay! I'm the hero, why would the hero be scared? I'm not scared!". Arthur looked at him concerned he would have offered them to leave, but the seatbelt signal flashed,as the plane was getting ready to take off. The pilot's voice came over the intercom to let the passengers know they would be taking off soon. Alfred froze upon hearing the voice, closing his eyes and digging his nails into the seat as if they were about to crash.

"Alfred?"