What He Did

I do not own the characters just the plotline

Chapter 1: America

Arthur stood uncertain at Alfred's door; the Englishman looked around the American country side. The sky was dark, the city lights a distant glow barely visible. The vast property stood alone the nearest neighbor a few miles away. Arthur's rental car sat in the gravel driveway, the drive long and shadowed by old oaks. A garage was connected to the house by a cover walk way that came from off of the porch. The house itself was old but still held its pride, it first being built-in the reign of King George. Arthur placed his hand on the door pondering whether to knock or not on the old wood timbers. Sighing he pulled his hand away and looked once more at the house still surprised that it still looked the same since Arthur lived there himself.

"I shouldn't have come." Arthur said to himself as he carded his fingers through his hair, and stepped off the porch.

Heading down the walkway Arthur made his way to his rental car the gravel crunching under his shoes. Setting his hand on the door latch Arthur looked once more around the property memories of when he used to own the land came back to him, silent tears started to fall. The night was then broken by a scream that tore its way through the silent night. Arthur spun around the hairs on the back of his neck rising up at the sound of terror. A crash soon followed the scream, and Arthur looked back at the house from where the sounds originated from. A moment paused before Arthur was sprinting back to the house, the door opened under his hand. In his haste the door properly would have been broken down if it wasn't unlocked.

"Alfred!" Arthur yelled entering the front foyer.

The house was silent, Arthur looked around nothing moved. Quickly but quietly Arthur made his way to the stairs and looked up the wooden steps. A thumb caused Arthur to reach to his holster and unclipped his pistol. A tan streak caught his attention, it was a cat that ran down the stairs its ears pulled back and fur fluffed. The cat narrowly dodged Arthur and disappeared out the open door. Arthur looked back up the stairs and slowly made his way up the stairs moving his foot along the step before stepping on the step. At the top of the stairs Arthur looked down the hall, and could dimly see a single door opened. Slowly creeping down the hall, Arthur strained his ears for a sound but the house was silent. Entering the doorway Arthur noted the room was the one Alfred used while Arthur lived there. Looking around the room he realized it was still in use, a pile of clothes was on the floor by the closet. Alfred's beloved bomber jacket was hanging on the bed post, and the blankets on said bed were pulled to the side as if someone left in a hurry or fell out of bed. Holstering the pistol Arthur continued looking around the room searching for its owner. Stepping further in the room Arthur saw a hole in the wall across from the bed; a broken lamb laid on the floor underneath the cord of the lamp was mingled and torn. Crossing the room Arthur turned to the bed, the blankets were twisted and as noted before the blankets cascading over the side of the bed. The designs on the quilt were undistinguishing but the colors were red, white, and blue. Arthur turned to leave the room but paused when he heard a soft sob. Stepping to the other side of the bed Arthur froze seeing Alfred curled up by the bed. Alfred had his back to the wall; his head bent towards his knees, the wheat blond hair sticking up, and what Arthur could see Alfred was wearing only boxers and a white shirt. Alfred's shoulders trampled as he held back his sobs, his chest heaving as if he ran a marathon. Arthur stood staring at Alfred for a time too shocked to see the power broken on the floor. Breaking from his trance Arthur attentively stepped forward Alfred seemingly sensing Arthur raised his head. With his head raised Arthur saw that his skin was colorless the only color around his eyes from crying. The skin clammy with sweat and tears as Alfred snuffled slightly his blue eyes dilated and trembling.

"Alfred…"

Arthur began but as soon as he said the name Alfred lunched forward grabbing Arthur causing the Englishman to fall to the ground. Arthur tensed fearing being attacked by Alfred but soon realized Alfred wasn't attacking him but was seeking comfort; much like he used to do when he was a child. With little thought Arthur began shushing the taller male holding him as best he could as heavy tears dampened his shirt. Alfred's hands tucked at Arthur's shirt crumpling the ironed shirt and staining it with his tears, leaving Arthur all but pinned to the floor. Minutes passed and Alfred calmed, raising his head Alfred regarded Arthur for a second before he seemed to realize who he had pinned to the ground and who he was showing his tears. Silently and without ceremony Alfred quickly left Arthur on the floor going to the other side of the bed and watched Arthur stand back up with a guarded look.

"Alfred…" Arthur began before stopping noticing Alfred stiffen.

"What are you doing here?"

Arthur didn't answer too surprised to hear so little emotion coming from the American.

"I… I don't know."

Alfred looked away leaving the two in silence for a time.

"Are you alright Lad?"

A huff was his only answer, swallowing Arthur tried again.

"Is something wrong with your country?"

A shake of the head was his only answer.

"Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, everything is fine. You're welcome to stay." Alfred said but quickly left the room.

Arthur stayed in place for a second but soon tried to follow Alfred but by time he made it to the bedroom door he could hear the front door slam. Going back to the bed Arthur sat down and resting his head in his hands mentally exhausted.

N/A

Hey everyone Black Kaitou here, I have been editing this and have detailed and rearranged a few things so this is a little diffrent from the first draft hope you guys like this.