England X Dead! Reader - Resurrection

5. Determination

Arthur sat his room, his head resting in his arms as he watched the fluffy, white rabbit nibble at its food. The room was dimly lit, as the curtains were closed and not much light could get past them. Arthur hadn't left his home for a few days, and no matter how much talking Alfred did to try get him out to eat, he still didn't leave. He had become even paler, and had lost a significant amount of weight to the point that his cheekbones had become far more visible. He could hear footsteps making their way up the stairs, and then his door clicked, squeaking as it opened.

"Go away, Alfred," he growled, and when he didn't hear him say anything back or leave, he turned around in his chair frustratedly. "I told you to leave me al—" He cut himself off, as he saw two figures stood in front of his door. One of them blonde with cold, blue eyes, and the other with brown hair and red eyes—Lukas and Vlad. Arthur scowled, an irritated frown making its way onto his face; he was hoping he wouldn't have to talk to these two.

"You look awful, Arthur," Lukas commented bluntly, and Arthur sent him a glare.

"What do you two want?" He shot back at them, his voice sounding tired.

"Alfred called us, he's worried about you," Vlad answered, the playful grin he usually wore not present. Arthur knew it wouldn't take long for them to discover what he was going to do, after all he wasn't the only one skilled in magic.

"I'm fine, there, now you can leave," Arthur spat sourly, turning back to watch the rabbit in its cage. He heard Lukas walk over to his desk, and pick up something—it was the framed photo of (F/N) that Arthur had taken from her house, and next to it was the bundle of her hair. Before Lukas could pick it up, Arthur grabbed his wrist tightly, sending him a chilling glare.

"Stop going through my things." The malicious tone of his voice surprised not only Lukas and Vlad, but himself too, and he quickly let go of the Norwegian's wrist, folding his arms and resting his head on them again.

"Hair?" Lukas questioned. "And the rabbit too, you can't possibly be thinking of—" Even Lukas, who was usually so calm and collected, looked shocked at what he'd puzzled together, and Arthur's silent response only confirmed his suspicions. He furrowed his eyebrows, giving Arthur a stern and concerned look. "Don't," he warned, and Vlad quickly caught on.

"Arthur, it's too dangerous," his voice was low and serious, and Arthur turned his head slightly towards the two, sneering.

"You think I don't know that already, I know the risks."

"Arthur, look at me," Lukas commanded, trying to talk sense to the Brit, but Arthur didn't turn his head. Lukas shot his hand forward, grabbing Arthur by his collar and forcing him to turn around. Arthur didn't even flinch, and still refused to look at Lukas, his emerald green eyes darting towards the floor. "You're not in your right mind, you're being irrational."

"He's right Arthur, this is just stupid," Vlad added, backing up Lukas's statement and taking a step further towards the two. Still Arthur didn't speak.

"This is dark magic, and it's far too dangerous, you could lose your life too," Lukas explained harshly, making sure not to sugar coat anything he was saying. Yet, then his face seemed to soften, and his eyes reflected sympathy. "We know how you feel, we all miss (F/N), and wish she'd come back, but she isn't going to." This seemed to stir something within the Brit, as he quickly tore his gaze away from the floor, and shot another glare, and this time it was cold enough to even send chills down Lukas's spine.

"Don't you dare..." He first started at a murmur, slowly standing up despite the grip Lukas still had on his collar. Then he escalated into a yell. "Don't you dare tell me you understand how I feel!" Lukas stepped back as Arthur yelled. "You didn't love her like I did! You don't even have an inkling of how I feel!"

"Arthur—" Vlad tried to cut in, but his attempts failed miserably.

"And don't ever tell me that she is never going to come back, because she will!" His eyes burned deep into Lukas's own, his unrelenting gaze never leaving. "I'm going to bring her back..." He muttered darkly. Lukas slowly let go of Arthur's collar, stepping back in shock. He didn't remain in the room for much longer, and quickly hurried Vlad out too, rushing back down the stairs where Alfred was waiting, as he'd surely heard the shouting.

"What happened?" He quickly questioned, concern showing in his sky blue eyes.

"I can't explain right now, just—" he hurried over to the door, Vlad following along too, "—do not let him out of this house." With that, Lukas shut the door, leaving all of Alfred's burning questioned unanswered. The two men hurriedly walked down the street, and Vlad quickly questioned Lukas.

"What are you planning to do?" He asked as they continued to move at a fast pace.

"You heard what he said, he wants to bring (F/N) back from the dead," he said. "We won't be able to convince him other wise." Lukas explained with confidence. He had seen the way fire burned in Arthur's green eyes—Arthur was determined to bring (F/N) back and it showed clearly. The way Arthur had spoke and looked had even shocked Lukas, and he knew there was no snapping him out of his insanity. Vlad, being as sharp as he was, caught on yet again.

"You're not planning on—"

"Yes," Lukas confirmed. "If we can't change his mind, we have to stop him in another way."

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Hope it's not too obvious what they're going to do, but it probably is! I really enjoyed writing this story so far, and I'll post again soon! Also I'm ready for you guys to comment loads of Undertale references, so eat your heart out guys ;;