note: dA. "The Hero No More" sad.
"Hey, Alfred! Wait up!"
Alfred stopped, turning around. A grin spread across his face.
"Hey _____! What's up?" Alfred asked once _____ came up beside him.
"The sky," she replied, grinning at him.
Alfred grinned back. "So, what's new? Anything happening?"
_____'s face turned serious. "Alfie... we need to talk about some things."
'Oh no..' Alfred rubbed the back of his neck. "Wha'd'ya mean?" he hesitantly asked.
"We just need to... talk. Without being around people." At that, she glanced around at all the people.
"M'kay," Alfred glanced at the sky, heading back to his home. _____ followed him.
~~~
"So, what'd we need to talk about?" Alfred asked, sitting down on the couch.
_____ sat opposite of him, in the recliner. "We need to talk about... stuff. Or, rather, sort out relationship problems between us."
Alfred gave her a confused stare. "But aren't we doing just fine?"
"I think it's only one-sided now Alfred."
"What- What do you mean by 'one-sided', _____?" Alfred asked, eyes wide.
"I'm sorry, Al. But, I just can't... I don't have any love left inside."
Alfred started to tear up. Anger, sadness, frustration... Which one was he feeling, exactly?
"Get out."
"Wha-?"
"I said get out! Are you deaf?!" Alfred yelled. He rubbed his eyes. 'Don't start ranting. Stop yelling..'
"I'm sorry to have wasted your time," _____ said, getting up and heading towards the door.
"W-wait... please..." Alfred said, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I need you..."
"I'm sorry, Alfred. There's no love left inside..."
Alfred rubbed his eyes, sniffling. 'No.. take your mind out of there... No thoughts like that.. NONE!' Alfred yelled at himself in his head, burying his face in his hands.
The love of his life, the only person he'd actually comit to for years... had just left him.
Just like he was nothing.
He couldn't stand it.
But he couldn't do it.
He needed to act like it was all okay... He needed to.
~~~
_____ felt bad for what she did, but... it was for Alfred's good. You see, she didn't love him anymore. But she did like him.
She broke it off because of the pain she felt, with and without him.
She had to, you see.
For her and him.
Mainly him, so he wouldn't feel worse if she broke up with him later.
~~~
Alfred sobbed slightly, muffling the sound with his hands. His arms were bloody, half of his fault.
He had tripped on a loose floorboard ('How'd it get loose?' it was he had thought.) and his arms had hit the glass the fell on the floor because of a vase that had fell prior.
He knew he wouldn't make it. Absolutely knew it.
But what did it matter?
His world was ruined.
It wasn't a perfect world to hum anymore...
Without _____ in his life, he... he couldn't be the Hero that everyone needs.
He couldn't do it...
"I-i'm sorry..." he sobbed. He was loosing blood. A lot of it...
... but he wouldn't die.
He was the personification of the United States of fuckin' America! He couldn't die! Because... people needed him, didn't they?
Didn't they...?
'I won't die... I... I won't... Because I'm a.. coun.. try...' His thoughts were blurring together as his vision started darkening.
Was he a country?
Or just a representative?
His father-figure's name was Arthur, right?
And Arthur was British... right?
There was one thing he remembered truly and fully before his life slipped out of his grasp.
'I will love _____ no matter what.'
