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✖two birds✖

" Two birds, on a wire ~ One tries to fly away, and the other, watch him close from that wire ~ He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar. "

Why wasn't Arthur one of those… interesting people? He wished oh-so-dearly that he could answer this question, but sadly, the answer seemed impossible to find. He just couldn't figure out why his life had seemed so dull over the past few days…. Everything simply felt as if it were in monochrome. And one day, he'd just decided the reason was him.

He just couldn't figure out why.

He wasn't really noticed much in this world, and frankly, why would he be? He wasn't a celebrity, he's never done anything newsworthy, he wasn't very talented' with much, and he was not exactly the social type.

Granted, he wasn't exactly invisible like that one boy… what was his name, again? Arthur could never remember. But still, it seemed that no one really cared for him.

So, how was it that people like Alfred F. Jones could be thought of as so great and charismatic by everyone they meet? He wasn't any of those things! Well, except for maybe the social part. Yes - that might be it. But either way, it was so stupid. As a matter of fact, HE was so stupid!

Well, at least, that used to be what he thought. Today, however, he could be considered the most special person in the entire universe.

But of course, even if that were to be known (which it was, because why else would they be dating?), he'd never admit that and continue this façade for the next twenty years or however long he had to.

Then again, there is rarely an adult with the mind of a seven-year-old, and no one he'd known happened to be one of them. Even that Feliciano person got it!

That doesn't matter, though! This was stupid and he was stupid and everyone in the whole world whose name wasn't Arthur Kirkland was made of pure stupid!

Ah, he didn't have the effort to bother himself with this nonsense anymore. He's just been so tired lately. Tired of life, tired of existing, tired of his existent-non-existent boyfriend-

"Hey, Artie!"

Speak of the devil.

The American had just technically broken into his house, a habit he's acquired over the past few weeks. Didn't Arthur keep that door locked? He didn't know, and honestly, he didn't really care anymore.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" The Brit snapped, feigning only the utmost disgust with that name.

"Oh, yes, I'm doing fine, thanks for asking!" Alfred beamed and practically skipped over to the couch where Arthur currently sat mindlessly flipping through channels, kissing him on the cheek (making the other blush very heavily), and plopping down right next to him.

Sheesh, didn't this kid ever run out of energy?

Noticing the exasperated look on his face - more exasperated than usual - he decided to ask the obvious;

"Hey, are you alright? You sick or somethin'?"

"I'm fine."

"You sure, cause you to seem a little-"

"I said I'm fine, idiot!"

Alfred was rendered silent for a moment, taking in the tense atmosphere. Normally he wasn't too talented at reading the mood of the moment, but something told him that Arthur was not too happy with being bothered today.

"Alright, okay, no need to get your panties all in a twist!"

"I am not getting my panties in a twist! Why are you here, anyway? And I swear if this is another invitation-"

"We~ell, about that…."

"No."

"Oh, come on!"

"No!"

"Please?"

Not wanting to argue anymore, Arthur only sent him a stare that could make Death himself hide away in shame.

"Okay, okay, fine!"

Although, he wasn't going to leave that easily, sir, no sir! So, instead, he scooted over, only to lean and rest his head on Arthur's lap.

"I'll just stay here with you, then!"

"Fine…."

The kid's cheeks that were colored a burning scarlet could probably melt Antarctica at this point.

He didn't object because the truth was, Arthur needed him here. Alfred made him feel like his very existence was the most important thing in the world, and without him, they'd be on the verge of the apocalypse. It was… charming, in a clingy sort of fashion. But a good one.

They sat in mostly silence, the only sound being the television and Alfred's incessant questions, all of which Arthur answered with few word replies. Until, finally, he asked something that wasn't so easy to disregard.

"Why don't you ever want to do anything with me anymore?"

"Hn?"

"I mean, why are you always like… this? I didn't ask you before, because I was thinking it was just some sort of phase, and it would change, but it didn't, and I'm wondering why…."

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're lying." Alfred's voice was strong, authoritative, and firm, yet wavering slightly, as if it were a warning that he was about to snap.

"I'm really not! Please, Alfred, I-"

"It's me, isn't it?"

Arthur was taken aback by this. Did he really think it was his fault? This was all wrong! It wasn't his fault, it was Arthur's… wasn't it?

"What?"

"You never want to talk to me anymore, you're never the least bit happy when I'm around, and it seems like you just don't like me at all!"

"Alfred, that's ridiculous! I love you, why don't you believe that?"

Alfred was silent for a moment, contemplating his answer. Arthur hoped that he would come to his senses, but unfortunately for him….

"Because it doesn't feel like it. You say that, but it doesn't feel like it's true, and I just… I just hate it! I can't do this, Artie. I just can't."

"What are you saying…?"

"What do you think I'm saying? You're the smart one, I'm sure you can figure it out. I'm the idiot here."

"You know I didn't mean that, please, don't-"

"Shut up, Arthur!"

At this point, Arthur knew he messed up now. For one, Alfred would never shout at him (unless he was super excited for something), much less tell him to shut up, and he'd always insisted on calling him pet names so often that it was rarer than a blue moon when he would refer to him as "Arthur."

"You've obviously got some issues, and I'm not sticking around to deal with them. I can't deal with them, okay? I don't know how! I'm not your mom, I'm not your therapist, you can't expect me to be the hero all the time, alright? I can't do anything!"

Another thing that was most definitely wrong; Alfred would never, ever, ever even suggest that there was anything that he couldn't do. He would always be the hero.

Upon receiving no response, Alfred turned to the door and began to walk out, but standing in the doorway, he spoke once again.

"If you can ever get back to reality, you know where to find me."

And with that, he left Arthur in silence, plunging him ever deeper into his fit of self-loathing, farther than he'd ever expected or even wanted to be.

Alfred was gone.

And it was all his fault.

" One tries to fly away, and the other… "