“Maybe,” he replied, though he would rather that Arthur did not think about them right now, not when his awesome self was currently keeping him company. He chuckled and lifted himself closer to Arthur’s body, leaning over him so that his shadow completely masked him.
“Don’t worry about it too much. You always worry about stupid stuff. That’s why you’re starting to get wrinkles right here,” he playfully poked the point between Arthur’s eyes that wrinkled the most when he furrowed his eyebrows.
Arthur’s eyes fluttered shut then opened again to look at him. He repeated this gesture several times, keeping his eyes closed longer after each passing moment, feeling the medicine finally weighing down his eyes.
“Alfred, you know I never...never answered...you...before...” he began to slur, trying to keep his vision focused on Alfred’s smiling face for as long as possible. “But I....I also...also love - ”
Before he could finish his sentence, Arthur’s eyes closed for the final time, his head tilted to one side and his body relaxed as he was sent into a drug-induced sleep.
Alfred remained watching over him for a while. Only when Arthur’s eyes were fully shut did he allow his smile to become a frown, brushing his thumb gently over Arthur’s closed eyelids.
He waited a while, watching Arthur carefully before he finally decided to rise. The fluttering curtains caused specks of light to play across Arthur’s face. Alfred drew them close so that only faint beams peeked through the bottom.
This was a war no one needed. Personally, Alfred did not care if the government or the monarchy won if it meant that the whole stupid revolt would die down quickly. Although knowing his boss would definitely oppose the idea of a ruling monarchy, Alfred was also inclined to take the side of the government after how Arthur had been treated by the queen. However, either way, he knew that though it may be a civil war, it was not something he could stand by and quietly watch from the sidelines.
Sparing one last look at Arthur’s sleeping face he left the quiet room with grim determination, making his way downstairs. Throwing open the front door, he stepped outside to greet the tumultuous din of the London riots.
“Sweet dreams,” he whispered, even though he knew the dream to follow would be anything but sweet.
Three years seems a lot but I had to remember that they are countries.
Last chapter is the epilogue and hopefully bittersweet fluff times. Anon hopes you will stick with this fic until then.
Re: If you find me...[27b/28]
“Don’t worry about it too much. You always worry about stupid stuff. That’s why you’re starting to get wrinkles right here,” he playfully poked the point between Arthur’s eyes that wrinkled the most when he furrowed his eyebrows.
Arthur’s eyes fluttered shut then opened again to look at him. He repeated this gesture several times, keeping his eyes closed longer after each passing moment, feeling the medicine finally weighing down his eyes.
“Alfred, you know I never...never answered...you...before...” he began to slur, trying to keep his vision focused on Alfred’s smiling face for as long as possible. “But I....I also...also love - ”
Before he could finish his sentence, Arthur’s eyes closed for the final time, his head tilted to one side and his body relaxed as he was sent into a drug-induced sleep.
Alfred remained watching over him for a while. Only when Arthur’s eyes were fully shut did he allow his smile to become a frown, brushing his thumb gently over Arthur’s closed eyelids.
He waited a while, watching Arthur carefully before he finally decided to rise. The fluttering curtains caused specks of light to play across Arthur’s face. Alfred drew them close so that only faint beams peeked through the bottom.
This was a war no one needed. Personally, Alfred did not care if the government or the monarchy won if it meant that the whole stupid revolt would die down quickly. Although knowing his boss would definitely oppose the idea of a ruling monarchy, Alfred was also inclined to take the side of the government after how Arthur had been treated by the queen. However, either way, he knew that though it may be a civil war, it was not something he could stand by and quietly watch from the sidelines.
Sparing one last look at Arthur’s sleeping face he left the quiet room with grim determination, making his way downstairs. Throwing open the front door, he stepped outside to greet the tumultuous din of the London riots.
“Sweet dreams,” he whispered, even though he knew the dream to follow would be anything but sweet.
Three years seems a lot but I had to remember that they are countries.
Last chapter is the epilogue and hopefully bittersweet fluff times. Anon hopes you will stick with this fic until then.