A Bought Boyfriend (USUK)

Chapter 4: Why Can't I See You?

Arthur woke up on a familiar bed, head pounding and aching as if it was complaining, nagging the East Amin to never drink again. He rubbed his head, feeling for any bumps or bruises. Jeez, he was cold. He yanked the covers up, rubbing his arms. He looked down, holding the dogtags around his neck. Squeezing them a little bit, he smiled. Finally realizing that his chest was bare, he screamed, jumping out of the bed. Oh thank god, his boxers were still on.

"Oof! Get OFF!" A certain Prince shoved Arthur away, causing his nose to collide into the thick wood. "Oh shi-" He saw the blood, forcing Arthur to look at him. "-it." He finished, seeing the blood running down his face. "NURSE!" He scooped up Arthur, settling him back on the bed. The other squirmed, the doors bursting open. 

"Yes sir- oh dear! How did that happen?" She asked, her hair swaying a little as she shifted back in surprise. 

Arthur jerked a thumb towards Alfred. "He's an idiot- OW OW OW OW STOP THAT!" He complained as his nose was squeezed by the lady, head forced back to be tilted. Alfred snickered, earning a hard slap on the chest. 

"Ow! Rude!" Alfred pouted, helping the nurse out as she cleaned up the mess with cotton. 

"It still hurts." Arthur rubbed his eyes, head tilted backwards. His breathing sounded a little funny, Alfred closing the door after the woman left. "Alfred can I ask you a very serious question?"

"Yes?" He pondered, throwing clothes onto his arm.

"When were you hoping the two of us... break up?" Arthur kept his eyes up, planning to visit his brother soon. "Oh and another question... What the bloody hell happened last night?" 

Alfred hesistated. He hadn't thought of it. "Not sure, bro... I hadn't thought about when. Oh, and we're having dinner with my mom and dad." He mentioned, walking towards the bathroom when he heard the next question. "I don't know, think about it yourself princess." Alfred laughed, closing it and locking the door.

Arthur's face flushed red immediately. He told Alfred about wanting to be a princess? Sure, he wouldn't mind being a prince... but a princess? Shaking the idea off, Arthur continued to look up, falling asleep into the beautfiul dream world.

Later on, Gwen knocked on the door, Alfred opening it. She smiled instantly, taking in a breath to speak when she was cut off.

"Shh, he's asleep." Alfred smiled, referencing the adorable, curled up Arthur who lay on the bed, snoozing a little. He stared a little bit at Arthur, a pink dusting his cheeks.

"You really love him?" Gwen couldn't help but smile herself. Arthur was truly sleeping, probably of happy things since a small grin was placed on his pale face.

Once again that day, Alfred hesitated. "O-of course I do!" He blushed a little more, hoping his nervous sweat wouldn't show.

"... How would you two feel about helping me use this silly thing... Its a vacation that I simply don't have time for." She shook her head. "Its tomorrow to next Friday."

"W-woah that's like 2 weeks! Are you really sure?" Alfred glanced at the brochure. "And it's in Tapait?... Wow..."

"So is that a yes?"

"Of course!" Alfred hugged her lightly, absolutely ecstatic. "Thank you so much!"

"Its not a proble-"

"ALFRED!" Arthur shrieked form inside. Oh dear, its going to be a long day.

Once at the castle that Alfred and Arthur both grew up in, they spotted his parents. Alfred intertwined their fingers, walking forward to them. 

"Hello mother." Alfred smiled a little bit, Arthur bowing. "No need, darling." He squeezed the hand he held a little bit.

"Good day my Queen, and King." Arthur nodded slightly. "Nice day, isn't it?"

"Nice to meet you, Arthur Kirkland." Alfred's father complimented, watching the blond closely. Meanwhile, the Queen was actually being rude.

"Are those... your old work shoes? Oh dear..." She muttered something, the only thing able to hear was, "...lousy slob..." Arthur took offense, but spoke no words.

"Amber, I'm going to take a stroll with these two... Do you mind greeting the rest of the guests?" The King asked politely.

"Yes, yes, I have nothing better to do. Now, remove yourselves from my presence." The Queen of Amin ordered, voice hoarse and strict. And indeed, they followed her orders.

Arthur continued walking with Alfred as they escaped into the garden, the two accompanied by Alfred's rather cheery father. "What have you and Mattie been up to? He good?"

"Actually, its been rather miserable. Amber has actually been after sufficient brides for Matthew. I do wish you were still here with us." He sighed, talking a bit more. "She started lecturing him about the importance of an actual bride."

"I apologize deeply, sir... I feel as if this is my fault." Arthur also let a deep breath escape him. "A-and there's nothing wrong with men loving men or even women loving women. If God didn't want it to happen, nothing of the sorts would exist. Everything has a reason to happen. Alfred just wasn't meant to be with Miss Natalia. Not that I disrespect her, its just that I believe that God wanted both her and Alfred to go different paths."

Both men that had been listening were frozen in their tracks. Finally, Alfred cracked a smile. "And this is why I love you. You're brilliant, babe." Alfred hoisted Arthur in his arms, kissing his face, watching Arthur giggle and squirm. Finally, a kiss was planted on Arthur's lips, his face turning a deep red as it dragged on a bit. Alfred's father coughed a little,  both of their attentions racing to him. "Sorry uh... I got a little carried away."

"That's fine." The elder man laughed lightly. "Are you two staying for the ball?"

"Sorry Dad, we have to pack. We have a vacation to pack for and we haven't even started." Alfred twirled Arthur as if he were a princess. "And please... tell my Mom I love her and miss her." 

"Will do... Arthur, if I may speak to you in private, that would be grand."

"O-oh of course sir!" Arthur nodded, pecking Alfred's cheek lightly, and catching up to Mr. Jones. "Bye love." He waved a little, turning off and disappearing in the maze of the garden.

In a nearby bush, a female prepared her tube. She placed a small needle in, blowing with force, a body falling limp to the group. With that, she heard the voice that belonged to the body speak hoarsely.

"Artie... Why can't I see you, my love?"

Natalia had succeeded.