If you die, we'll kill you.

If you die, we'll kill you.

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(RusAme, FrUK, GerIta, etc) Everything was moving so slowly, it was loud, and as semi-conscious as Alfred had been, he made out the IV shoved in his hand as well as the constant yelling it seemed dependent. The smell of death lingered though, it was making his nostrils sneer but he was tired. A hand brushed his head though. '..'re... help you...' He couldn't understand the grave was finally rising though, the warm hand made him feel warm and scared because he barely made out the voice of Arthur, his father. The remorse he felt was the worst part. Loneliness was a friend though. The last thing he remembers is a feeling of a kiss on his forehead as he was wheeled into the emergency room.
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