'Sometimes, I would look at him and I would imagine what it would had been like if he hadn't been human. Or if I hadn't been a country. It was dumb and I knew it. He wouldn't look back, barely acknowledge me. At times I thought he'd forgotten all about me,' The page started, Alfred himself chuckling slightly at the memory. He had just pulled out an old diary, the writing difficult to read, even though he had been the one to write it in the first place.
Truly, a lot of time had gone by since he wrote in that diary.
Alfred sighed as he looked down at the sheets that had once been apart of a larger book. "God.. Why am I even reading this?" He muttered to himself as he relocated his gaze to where he had left off.
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(M/N) smiled widely as he skipped up to the unknown boy, curious stopping in front of Alfred himself. "What's your name? I'm (M/N)!" He chirped happily, making Alfred huff a bit. He sighed, looking at the younger boy with a scowl, his thin, blonde brows furrowing a bit at the excitement on the younger boys face. He knew the expression far too well.
"I don't make friends with humans. It's dumb," Alfred told with crossed arms, only causing the twelve year old in front of him to giggle, rather innocently as he flashed the stranger another smile, as if they had known each other forever. "What are you supposed to be then? You're really silly, you know?" The (Brunette, Blonde, Ravenette, Ginger, Crimsonette..) hummed as he looked up at Alfred. Said boy let out a sigh, rubbing his face as he pushed a distant memory back. "My names Alfred. Now go away.." He muttered, only making (M/N) clap his hands together in excitement.
"Really? That's a pretty name! Do you like flowers, Alfred? I like flowers? Well, actually I love flowers! I wanna be a gardener when I grow up! What do you wanna be when you grow up, Alfred?" (M/N) asked away, seemingly never allowing his mouth to stop as he continued to blabber away. He soon paused as he made a deep sigh, having to regain his breath after talking so much. "Which one is your favourite?" (M/N) asked, looking into his small basket of flowers before turning to Alfred who seemed a bit distracted, staring straight into nothing, causing (M/N) to tuck on his sleeve, making Alfred turn his attention towards said boy.
"I like blue daisies. My favourite is Felicia Amelloides and you won't have any in your stupid little basket. Now leave me alone."
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'He used to visit me every day, not even caring about stupid England who would always bother us. He was so dumb and he didn't even know it. He would offer me his dumb flowers and he would make me smile and stuff like that.. He'd make my stomach tumble and he'd make my cheeks go red and I'd hate myself for turning him away.
He was so dumb.
He'd smile at me like nothing was wrong.. He was so dumb.'
Alfred paused as he looked down at the page, allowing his thumb to brush over it, sighing softly. "I was the dumb one. I am the dumb one.." He muttered, rubbing his face a bit. "I'm so fucking dumb.." He groaned, leaning back in his bed, the dim light making it slightly harder to read the already old diary entry. Alfred sighed again, taking off his glasses and briefly rubbing them clean, replacing them and glaring down at the paper again.
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"Alfred! Alfred!!" (M/N) jumped as he knocked on the door, smiling happily. In his hands he held a small bouquet, his smile widening as he watched them. The twenty something year old had spend years getting those flowers, indeed becoming a gardener as he had promised Alfred a few years back. Although that wasn't the only thing that had changed about the male. Instead of his usually careless attire, he was in a uniform.
America had just officially gotten involved with World war II that had started a few years previous, and every young man that was able to fight was being collected by the military. (M/N) had won himself a spot in the airforce, looking rather proud as he knocked on Alfred's door.
When the American finally answered the door, his face was filled with confusion. He didn't quite understand the excitement in (MN/)'s face, he was going to war and would most likely die. Alone, somewhere he didn't know, with a lot of people he didn't know. Without family and without someone he loved. The thought was to Alfred one of the worst things he could imagine and the smile on his friends face almost made him gag.
That was until he noticed the flowers in (M/N)'s hand, causing him to briefly flash a grin, a grin that would make any man melt under his touch. Even (M/N) could feel his heart skip a beat as he looked at Alfred's pure expression.
"I'm going to war, so I got you flowers. It's your favourite. They may not be in my stupid basket.. But I hope you like them, my dear friend,"
(M/N) asked softly, before noticing Alfred's change of expression. "I'm not friends with humans.." Alfred muttered as he looked at the (Brunette, Blonde, Ravenette, Ginger, Crimsonette)'s soft expression, wiping a shy tear away.
(M/N) simply chuckled, looking a bit around before leaning up and hugging Alfred softly.
"I'll miss you, Alfred, I really will. Even if I'm not your friend.. Shred a tear for me if I die in battle?" He asked softly making Alfred's lip quiver a bit, his arms suddenly wrapping around (M/N)'s body, holding him much closer than usual.
Oh god, would he miss hugs like that.
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Alfred sniffled as he shyly rubbed his eyes, biting his lip a bit as he did his best to stop crying. He had thrown the papers across the floor, the rather meaningful parchment laying scattered halfway under the bed.
A small groan was heard as Alfred reached over and took the papers, clutching them to his chest. The young adult continued to sniffle a bit before the door was opened into the room, showing off a certain male.
"America! Bloody hell, what on earth are you doing?" Arthur asked with slightly crossed arms, sighing as he got no response, therefor turning on the light, seeing the tears stream down his brothers cheeks. "Oh my.. You're crying. You're actually crying.." He muttered, walking over and gently cupping Alfred's cheek before placing a kiss on the others head.
Arthur in reality didn't know how to react at all. After a bit he started complaining to Alfred about him having not told that he was feeling sad. Even after Alfred had explained why he was crying, Arthur continued to scold him, only making the poor American cry even more.
Drying his tears the best he could, Alfred glared up at his brother, his usually cheery expression completely hidden, as if it didn't even exist. "I'm sorry okay! I-I shouldn't have read this dumb shit in the first place!" He exclaimed, throwing the papers all over the floor before storming out, tears streaming as the Brit soon heard the front door slam shut as Alfred ran outside, sobbing to himself as he ran out the building and onto the street. Leaving Arthur with the papers scattered all over the room.
Letting out a small sigh, he collected the few papers left, seating himself on Alfred's bed as he let his eyes go over the papers. After noticing a familiar paper he let out a sigh, picking it out from the larger ones.
'NOTHING is to be written on this side except the date and signature of the sender. Sentences not required may be erased. If anything else is added the post card will be destroyed.
I am quite well.
Alfred, help me I'm dying..
I have been admitted to the hospital
{ Sick } and am going on well.
{ Wounded } and hope to be discharged soon.
I am being sent down to the base
letter dated_____________
I received your { telegram,,_____________
parcet,,______________
I have received no letters from you
{ lately
{ for a long time.
Signature only } (M/N) (L/N)
Date: 22/12/15 '
[Postage must be prepaid on any letter or post card addressed to the sender of this card.]
Arthur looked slightly confused down at the old piece of parchment, before noticing the small scribble, handwritten in the corner. "Oh my.." He muttered softly before gently turning the paper, seeing if anything else was written. Smiling slightly as he looked down at the paper, Arthur sighed softly, his smile soon turning into a frown.
"Oh god, America, you're so stupid.. How could you do that to yourself.." Arthur muttered as he let a finger go over the written words on the page, suddenly starting to understand why the other had been so upset.
'Alfred, I love you.'
'(M/N), I love you too."
I hope I classified this correctly, you all know I'm bad at classifying angst, lol.
Anyways, I finally updated this, the first thing since Halloween, haha! I hope you enjoy this!
Until next time;
Lots of Hugs, Alex <3