AN: Ha ha! I'm back with another chapter story~ Based on the tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet with a few twists in it though I would consider this story a Shakespearen tragedy. I recommend reading this with the screen at 3/4 or on 1/2. It makes it look 'fuller.' 8D Tomorrow's my birthday and I'll be spamming the PruCan fanclub on deviantArt with couple art as a means of celebrating so... watch out for that. No seriously... if you're watching that club... don't get mad at the sheer number of shit I'll be posting.

It was a dark and musty room, resembling more of an abandoned attic than the office it really was. The dust swirled around in a simple airborne dance, barely illuminated by the single lamp sitting on the old roll top desk. Stacks of letters, some opened and others not, laid discarded by the foot of the table. Each stack was completely covered by a single towel that kept the dust by attaching onto them. Cobwebs decorated the corners of the room and bugs skittered away into the dark as the door opened with oiled ease, spilling light into the room.

An aging man stepped into the room, dulling emerald eyes adjusting to the light of the room before going deeper in. He headed for the only window in the room, furiously patting away the dust that gathered on the red, white, and blue curtains before tugging it back, smiling as the sun's warm rays hit his face. He unhooked the hinges and pushed open the twin frames with a loud grunt. He rested his elbows on the window sill, taking in deep breathes of the fresh air, relishing the nice breeze the day carried.

He then left his spot, moving to the side, rough fingers tugging nervously at his shirt collar. His other hands rose to tenderly tap the metal handle and his fingertips trailed against the delicate carvings, his lips pulling into a straight line. He slipped the key into its slot, twisting it to the side before slowly tugging out the storage container. His face paled at the sheer number of letters and he wiped at his eyes. The letters seemed to have multiplied when he opened up his eyes again. "Oh what the… bloody hell, I wasn't gone that long." Arthur's eyes raised up to survey the room, second thoughts coming to his mind. "Okay, maybe I was gone that long…"

Though it's not my fault I get emotional about this… Arthur thought to himself, a sharp twinge somewhere deep within his chest as he trudged over to the desk, the mailbox in his hand. He dumped the contents onto the desk, not bothering to pick up the letters that slopped onto the floor. The British man sat down and picked up his pencil, not noticing how it seemed to fit into his hand like that fairy wand he used to run around with as a child.

He picked up a random letter with a grumble, prying it open and his eyes quickly scanned the words. A smile was on his face by the time he finished reading it. "Well Miss…" His eyes drifted down to the signed signature. "Lisette… you want to know the real story of what caused this world's peace huh?" He mumbled to himself, a bright twinkle in his eyes as he opened a cabinet of the desk and grabbed a sheet of paper. "Well then… let me see if my memory serves me right…"

|Dear Matthew,

The story of you and Gilbert is one of such woe and it pains me to know that it's all real. Though… I know what happens in the end, but what happens in the beginning? Everybody keeps telling me different things and you lived during that time so you know what really happened right? How did it all start? For never was a story of more woe than this of Matthew and his Gilbert… O. Sorry, I needed it to match.

Sincerely,

Lisette|

AN: Here's a bit of information about what the hell is going on in the prologue. In Verona, Italy (Which is where this story is not taking place...), there's a place called Juliet's Wall. Basically, you post letters on Juliet's Wall and the workers (referred to as Juliet's secretaries) gather them up and answer them. Where Arthur works is loosely based on that area. You deposit the mails into a mail slot and the workers get the letters that way instead of sticking it up on a wall. Same principle really... just different ways of getting the letters. C: