Save Me from Myself [ UsUk/ UkUs ]

"I'm so sorry."

Arthur was faced, head on, with a wall of pain. He collapsed to the ground with a bloodcurdling scream. His body twist and turned on the ground as Alfred continued to read the spell.

The shadows around them seemed to slowly consume the light, leaving only a few feet of space around the two.

Come on Arthur. Hang in there. Alfred tried to block out the Brit's screaming but it wouldn't work. He was going to have to listen to his friend go through hell.

Arthur's felt a pair of invisible hands grasp his throat. He tried to gasp for breath but instead he began to choke on the air around him. His head was pounding from lack of oxygen and his vision was becoming foggy.

Alfred was half way through the spell when he heard Arthur's screaming being replaced by shallow gasps for air. He read the spell quicker and could feel his heart about to burst out of his chest. 

The pain was too much. Arthur couldn't take it anymore. He glanced over to where the American was standing. His vision slowly went black as he stared at Alfred desperately. 

Everything was actually quiet peaceful after that. The pain was gone, but so was everything else. 

 Arthur felt himself falling. He opened his eyes but soon realized there was no point since everything was dark. Somehow, he could still see himself. There was a soft texture brushing against his back. He glanced behind him and gasped at the sight of a pair of black wings.

However, something was off. There were small splotches of liquid on them. He spread his wings out and stopped himself from falling, almost dropping the item he was holding. Wait.... Arthur looked at the object and almost wished he would have dropped it. A knife stained in blood was being held tightly by the Brit. 

Arthur's heartbeat quickened as his eyes slowly made their way up his arm and towards his torso. He was covered in blood, also. Screaming, he threw the knife into oblivion. The Brit watched it fall out of sight and let himself do the same. He was so shocked that he stared blankly into space.

The feathers on his wings rushed past him as if they were dandelion seeds being blown into the wind. He watched as they too were consumed by the darkness of his mind. 

Alfred's breathing was heavy when he finally completed the spell. He looked up from the paper and his heart dropped. Arthur wasn't there. Nothing was. All of the candles were out except for the one he was standing by. 

Oh God, what have I done? This can't be happening.... Did I do somehting wrong? As Alfred frantically searched for answers, a single flame appeared beside him. Then another one beside that one. One by one, the candles relit themselves to reveal an unconcious Arthur. 

"Arthur!" Alfred dove to the floor and scooped the Brit up and into his arms. "Please don't be dead." Alfred quickly carried Arthur up the stairs and to his bedroom. His vision was becoming blurry from the tears that were now streaming down his face. 

He gently set Arthur down on the bed and felt for a pulse. The American let out a sigh of relief when he felt Arthur's steadily beating heart. Alfred sat down on the bed beside him and stared at the ground. "I'm so sorry." He said quietly as he put his head in his hands.