~~~when you were young 5-7~~~
You lay in the grass in the warm summer looking up at the blue sky, with your best friend Alfred F Jones, the sunlight felt warm against your skin. You lay next to each other holding each other's hands. His fingertips warmed your cold skin.
You were often sick and you could never go out often in case you got ill again. But Alfred was so close to you that he would always find ways of making you feel better. Even from something as small as a cold to something life threatening, he would always be there. Times like this were precious and you would both often have to sneak out to steal it. "Hey Alfred?" you ask.
"What do you want to be when you're older?"
"That's easy! I want to become a hero!" he says enthusiastically.
why?" you ask confused.
"So that I can save you of course!" he says with a smile.
You feel a blush creep into your face. "If you're becoming a hero
then I'll help you!" you practically yell.
"But being a hero is for boys! You can't help ______ no offence."
"I don't want you saving me all the time Alfie! I don't want you to leave me either
" you squeeze his hand. "You're the only person who can make me feel better. I've never been able to do anything since I was young and you always made me feel
" he starts to blush and you stick out your pinkie finger and it startles him. "So you have to make a promise with me! We will go through everything together! Through the crappy times and the days like this! We will become heroes together!" he smiles and hooks his pinkie finger with yours.
"Dude! Like you even have to ask!" you sigh with relief and smile back at him.
"What does 'crappy' mean?" he says innocently.
You were in intense training, it was days like this that everything else began just one big blur to you. The noise of the gun didn't even faze you. Another miss, "Shit!" you yell as you reload.
It had been about 2 years since you and America decided the closest thing to becoming a hero was joining the army. Your parents where against the whole idea completely with your fragile health but you finally persuaded them to go away. Besides they trusted Alfred to look after you when and if you got sick, which strangely enough hadn't been in a while. Suppose your determination just locked it in.
"Dude, you suck!" you hear a loud obnoxious voice say behind you. You jump in surprise and swing a fist round at only to be caught by a strong hand as it crushes it.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" you gasp.
"You know the magic word!" he says with a grin.
"Shame on you Alfred! Hurting a helpless sick girl!" you say through gritted teeth. 'Damn he's ridiculously strong!'
"Uncle! Uncle! Just fucking let go you bully!" you scream out. He lets go of your fist and you drop to the ground clutching your almost broken hand. He sighs and looks down at you shamefully.
"It's so sad
"It's so sad that you come here almost every day and that's the best you can do bro!" he grabs the gun that you dropped and aims carelessly at the target and shoots. It's a bull's eye. "HELLS YEAH! And you can eat that for breakfast!"
"You're a dick."
"But you love me for it don't you?" you blush and look away so he can't see. You stand and snatch the gun out of his hand and reload.
"So why are you here? You never come to see me practice, like ever!" you cringe at the last like. 'Good god, I'm turning into that gender bender blond from training.'
"Well erm I came to talk to you about something." He says looking away.
"Then talk." You say as you aim the next shot.
"I'm considering leaving." He said pain in his voice. You took the shot and paused for a while before answering.
"Fine with me." You say coldly.
"So you don't care? I thought we were going to do everything together?" he says concerned.
"If you want to give up on your dreams, fine with me just don't drag me down with you." you take the next shot and shoot bulls' eye.
"Look I'm sorry! But
it's just that-!"
"Don't bother to explain Alfred, I know why already. You're scared."
"I'm scared for you! This whole thing has been eating up your life! It's frightening to think about you going out there
it's not what we thought ______ it's much worse! I've seen it with my own eyes!"
"Please stop rubbing in the fact that you've gone on several missions and I've been on none." You say harshly.
"I'm not saying that!"
"If you're finished please leave. I've heard what you need to say."
"______..." he says sadly. But he straightens up and storms out. Once out of ear shot you let your tears fall down your face and you scream.
"THAT BASTARD!" you throw the gun to the ground and fall to your knees. You lungs hurt and if felt like someone stomped on your heart. You clutch your chest trying to calm your breathing and your pulse.
"I have to be strong! I have to breathe
" you try taking calm breaths but it doesn't work. Your tears are starting to sting and your lungs felt deflated as though someone had stabbed you. You start to cough violently and when you look at your at hands you see blood. "Not now
not now!" you whimper and shake.
"Hey look! There is no denying it! Twilight vampires are better than wolfs!" you hear a German voice say with enthusiasm.
"Are you blind?! Jacob is one with ACTUAL character! All the disco ball does is stare at her funny!" you hear another voice say with a French an accent. (Sorry twilight fans
'I have to hide! I can't let them see me like this!' you scramble to your feet and jump over the counter and take cover. You start to cough again but quickly put a hand to your mouth to silence yourself but fail when you start to cough even more blood.
"Hey you hear that?" gilbert whispers to Francis. He looks over the counter where you were hiding and hushes his friend. "Oh! I'm so glad where all alone! We wouldn't want anyone eavesdropping." He sniggers. You shut your eyes and pray that they don't find you in such a sorry state. You let your tears fall silently and then out of nowhere he jumps in front of you and yells.
"BOO!" he says with a smirk which soon disappears when he sees your eyes filled with fear and tears. "Holy shit." He mumbles. You couldn't hold it in and splutter blood all over the floor.
"HOLY SHIT!" he yells. Your hands go to your mouth to stop the blood from drooling out of your mouth; you didn't even bother hiding the tears. "HEY FRANCIS! Get some help!" everything starts to blur, it became harder and harder to breath and finally your body couldn't take it anymore and you collapse.
~~~~back at the allies base~~~~
Despite what some people thought, Alfred wasn't stupid. He knew ______ was sad by what he said. He just didn't have a clue what to say to make it better. He had hoped that maybe she would see things his way but, that just wasn't happening.
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" shouts Arthur cutting of Alfred's train of thought. "How can I lose at poker 5 times in a row?!" he smacks the table and takes a swing of his whiskey.
"You've got to calm down Arthur! It's just a game! Aru!"
"No it's not Yao! It my fucking money!" he yells.
"I'm still waiting for you pay~!" sings the Russian opposite him with a smile.
" Arthur mutters under his breath as he pays up.
"What was that?" Ivan says as he looms over him with a dark purplish aura surrounding him.
"Nothing! Nothing!" the British says quickly.
"That's what I thought." He says with a smile that wasn't even slightly welcoming.
"Hey Alfred have you seen Francis anywhere?" Yao asks.
"I think he went to the shooting range with gilbert." He said without looking at Yao.
"He's taking a while isn't he?" Yao sighs. Then the door bursts open with and Francis and gilbert standing there carrying ______. The colour drains Alfred's face as he looks at her limp body.
"w-what the hell?!" Arthur stutters looking at her body. Alfred just stands there in shock.
"You've got to help her!" gilbert lays her on the floor. "We found her in the shooting range, we don't know what happened!" they rush to her side and Alfred shoves them aside and kneels beside her. She was struggling to breath and there was blood around her lips painting them red.
"Hey what's that around her neck?" Yao points out. Ivan looks at it and debates what to do next. So he goes to undo her top slightly, Alfred and the rest blush madly and the other looks at Ivan like he's crazy. Francis and gilbert just drool.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" they all shout in unison. Alfred covers his eyes but can't help but peek.
"Look. There's something wrong with her neck like Yao said." He replies. When Alfred drops his hands and his eyes widen as he sees the purple-blackish veins around her neck spreading to her chest.
"So that means
?" gilbert questions.
"Deflated lung." Alfred gulps. He had seen it happen to her once when she was younger. Just the very image of it was frightening. Her parents took her to a hospital and he was only able to get a small glance here and there, never a proper visit. But each time he saw her, she looked in pain and had tubes or needles injected into her. It took her months until she could even breathe properly again.
"Aiyah! What are we meant to do?!" Yao cries as he starts to panic.
"Why did you bring her here you French git?!" Arthur yells as he smacks him round the head. "You should have taken her to the medical bay!"
"Are you retarded?! The medical bay is closed after hours!" he retorts with a punch to the face which Arthur grabs and twists painfully.
"What did you just call me?" he glares down the Frenchman who answers his question with a skull breaking head butt.
"I called you retarded, asshole! You deaf?!" he goes to attack again but is held back by his albino friend.
"Then what about the emergency room?!" Yao yells. He was pacing the small room back and forth and his hair looked like it was falling out.
"The emergency room is always full! They wouldn't even bother looking at her!" gilbert answers struggling to calm his friend.
Alfred looks down at her and holds her hand. It's been a while since he saw her like this and he forgot how scared it made him. This is why they had to leave. Because if something like this happened on a mission there would be no sympathy. He wipes away the blood around her mouth with his thumb and strokes a stray strand of hair out of her face. He felt like he was on the verge of tears. He feels a hand on his shoulder and he turns around and sees Ivan holding a tank of oxygen and a breathing mask.
"Will this help da~?" he asks with a smile that looked like it was the devil himself. Alfred didn't question how or where he got it but he took it and thanked him. He placed the mask over her face and watched and she slowly began to breathe calmly again.
"Is she okay for now?" Arthur asks looking over Alfred's shoulder.
"I don't know her breathing sounds under control. She looks fine but I can't tell if she's in any pain
" he strokes her face as he says it. Without even realising it they've all crowded around him looking at him with a smirk.
"What?! What's so funny?!" he yells irritated. Gilbert is grinning from ear to ear.
"You llllllike her~" he says rolling his tongue. (HORRAY FOR A HAPPY REFERNCE!) This makes Alfred go bright red.
"I-i do not!" he denies.
"It's finally happened. You've finally grown up and fallen in love!" Arthur says choking on his last words, he then bursts into tears and glomp hugs Alfred.
"Get off me you idiot!" he says struggling to pull him off.
"I get to design her wedding dress!" Yao says as his hand shoots up faster than a bullet.
"If you have children name one of them Ivan." He says with a big smile and a darkening aura around him.
America was now as red as a mc Donald's sign. "Hold on just a sec! Children?! Weddings?! I don't even love her!" he yells.
"Ah Mon ami~. You cannot deny it. You love that girl." Francis says as he puts his shoulder.
Alfred gives up the fight, what they said was true, sure he did love her but he knew that she didn't love him.
(I mean what kind of chick falls in love with the guy who stomped on her heart almost killed her and destroyed her dreams I'm sucking you out of the moment aren't I?
~~~~LE TIMESKIP~~~~ (the one I forgot about! P.s arthur is still drunk)
You awoke in someone else's bed. That's all you could really tell from where you were lying down. The bed had the American flag printed on it and the pillow was the superman logo. 'Why am I in Alfie's bed?' you take your hand and feel your face and yank off the breather mask you had on. God those things made you feel claustrophobic! You look at your other hand, and saw it was held by Alfred's who was slumped in a chair next your bed. It makes you blush but you leave it the way it is.
He would hold your hand when you were little but around middle school it stopped being cute. His hand was warming yours and it tingled. You shift yourself slightly but gasp when the stabbing pain in your chest hit you again. 'Shit, how long am I gonna be stuck like this?' you wonder. You look at Alfred and think how peaceful he looks sleeping. 'Bastard.' You think when you remember what last night. You try your best to sit up but it hurts like hell and it takes all your effort to move. You gasp and struggle to breath as if you've just ran a marathon. You rest back your head. You let your eye lids close and almost immediately you see an image start to form. You and Alfred are both young again and holding hands under the warm welcoming sun feeling the soft grass you're lying on. The image makes you smile and you barely feel the pain in your chest.
"Are you awake?" you hear a soft voice say. Your eyes snap open leaving the beautiful image behind to be replaced with a grey room with uncomfortable beds lying around. Your heart sinks but when you look back to Alfie, grey doesn't really seem that bad a colour. You smile at him and he looks away almost pained.
"Is something wrong?"
"This is was fault…" he mutters.
"Could you repeat that?" you couldn't believe what you where hearing.
"It's my fault this happened to you!" he squeezes your hand harder "I put you under emotional stress and that's why you ended up like this! I almost killed you and I could never forgive myself if you ever died!" he starts to cry and his knuckles are going white from squeezing your hand so hard.
You look at him in shock. You've never seen Alfred cry, sure when you were little kids but never when he was older not even a single tear.
"I was so scared…when I saw you like that it felt like everything was gone…" he looks down avoiding your eyes. You lift his face so that your eyes meet his.
"Are you an idiot?" you laugh. He looks confused. "How is it your fault my lung collapsed? How is it your fault that ever since birth I've had this problem? You're not making any sense!" you smile at him and he looks shocked. "What you said did upset me…but you made me realize what an idiot I was being…" you wipe away his tears and fix his glasses.
"Now that that's out of the way could you, maybe let go of my hand? I can't feel it anymore." He blushes and lets go of your hand. "Thanks. Now I think a hugs in order." You open your arms wide and he glomps you without a second thought. The breath in your lung leaves you for a second but you quickly catch it not wanting to worry him.
"You say something that stupid again and ill borrow china's wok and hit you square in the face." You whisper in ear.
"Yes ma'am!" he says loudly and hugs you even tighter.
You close your eyes and enjoy the embrace for a little longer but it's quickly disturbed. "Hey Alfred?"
"Why are they watching us like a bunch of idiots?" you gesture to the other allies watching in anticipation for what'll happen next, except for Arthur which only seems to be crying his eyes out. Alfred looks back at them and smiles to you.
"Being the perverts they are, they want to see this!"
"See what?" you ask puzzled. He leans in a kisses you softly on the lips your eyes widen but despite your surprise you kiss back. His lips tasted like coke and burgers, which any normal girl would find repulsive but all it did was remind how long it's been since you got a big mac.
The other holler and whistle but Arthur just bawls even more being comforted by Yao. When you both break away for air you look at him and grin.