A/n: Hello! :) So this idea of a tragic story formed in my head, and I decided to write it out. It may be a bit... bloody. So for those of you who get a bit uncomfortable with graphic stuff, I just wanted to let you know that there would be slight mentioning of blood. Only a tiny bit. :3


No one will ever love you. You will be cursed to roam this Earth alone. Forever.


It was a calm Saturday afternoon, and Alfred F. Jones was sitting back in a park bench, enjoying a bagful of McD*nald's hamburgers. Children laughing and playing in the grassy field of the park could be heard in the distance. Trees dotted the park, their leaves turning orange.

Alfred smiled and was about to take another bite of his burger when he heard a voice behind him.

"Er, excuse me, I think you dropped this."

Alfred whipped his head around to see a young man standing behind him, holding up a cellphone decorated with the American flag.

"Woah! Did I drop that! Oh man, thanks, dude! I would've been so dead if I lost that!" Alfred exclaimed, his mouth full of hamburger.

"Uh, yes, you are welcome. Just please don't talk with your mouth full," the man replied, his thick eyebrows furrowing together.

Alfred swallowed the food and grinned. "You have a cool accent, you know that? British, right? That's cool. Hey, do you want one?" Alfred held out his bag of junk food, expecting the man to take a hamburger.

"No thank you. Wait, how many bloody hamburgers do you have in there?"

"Hm?" Alfred looked into the bag, his glasses slipping down his nose. "Only seven. I just wanted a snack."

His bright green eyes stared at the American incredulously before shaking his head. "Right, so I suppose I will be going now."

"No, wait! I have to repay you for finding my cellphone! And you at least have to tell me your name!"

The man sighed. "It's Arthur. Arthur Kirkland. And you don't have to get me anything."

"You sure, Arthur? C'mon! As a hero, I wish to treat you to something. How about a cup of coffee?"

"Hero? Well, I prefer tea, thank you very much." Arthur huffed.

"Then tea it is! Come!" Alfred exclaimed, taking Arthur's hand.

Arthur looked down at their hands and blushed. "L-let go of me you git!" He said, trying to shake Alfred's hand off. Instead, Alfred tightened his grip and began pulling poor Arthur towards a row of shops near the park.

"What is wrong with you! Let go! Hey! Are you listening?" Arthur shouted, shaking his arm.

Alfred only grinned. "This shop sells coffee and tea. Let's go here!" Alfred said, stopping at a tiny cafe. He held the door open for the Briton. Arthur paused for a moment, eyeing the American suspiciously before walking into the shop.


After ordering their drinks, the pair waited at an empty table. Arthur propped his head up with one hand, starting to feel slightly uncomfortable with the awkward silence that hung in the air.

"Soooo, what brings you to America?" Alfred asked, tilting his head.

"Um… Educational purposes." Arthur answered, averting his gaze.

"Oh, ok. Do you got any friends here?"

"…No."

"HAHA! Wow, you're such a loner!"

"SHUT UP!"

"Alright, I'm sorry!" Alfred chuckled. He suddenly paused for a moment, taking a good look at the Briton before him. Arthur stopped from glaring down at the table to look up at Alfred. Cerulean eyes met bright green.

"Has anyone told you that you have really awesome eyes? I mean seriously, dude! Those are the coolest green eyes I have ever seen in my life! I mean this one time I met this Spanish dude who had pretty cool ones too… and not to mention that Russian freak I met with weird purple ones, but hey, your eyes are pretty kick ass!" Alfred blurted, flashing a bright smile.

"I…" Arthur muttered, trailing off.

"Oh hey, our drinks are ready! I'll be right back."

Arthur watched silently as Alfred stood up. "No, no one has ever told me that before," he whispered under his breath.


"How's the tea?" Alfred asked, taking a sip of his own coffee.

"Fine, thank you." Arthur replied.

"We should hang out some other time! I can be your friend if you like!" Alfred said, grinning.

Arthur's eyes widened. "W-really? You would be my friend?"

"Sure, dude. What's wrong? You look like you've never had a friend before."

"W-what? O-of course I have friends! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"Dude, calm down!"


After the two finished their drinks, they exited the shop and began walking along the cement sidewalk. The cool autumn breeze blew through their blonde hair.

Alfred stopped at a crosswalk looked up at the grey sky. "Looks like it might rain or something! Where are you staying?"

"In an apartment near a University up ahead."

"Really? That's good. It's close. You should hurry before you get rained on. You want me to walk with you there? I am the hero, after all. I should protect you from any threats!"

"Uh, no. I'm fine, thank you." Arthur mumbled, beginning to cross the street.

"Wait, I want to get your number befo-"

Alfred's voice was drowned out by the screeching sound of tires against the road. A car had swerved around a corner and was heading towards Arthur. The driver spotted Arthur and slammed his foot on the breaks, but the car didn't stop immediately. Before anyone could react, there was a sickening crunching sound, and Arthur fell to the floor.

Alfred, who still hadn't crossed the street yet, looked horrified at the sight of Arthur, who was a crumpled heap on the floor. Deep crimson blood spread slowly across the road and lay splattered on the car and Alfred's clothes. Then it began to rain.

"…Arthur?" Alfred whimpered, feeling the light drizzle of rain get heavier and heavier. "Arthur, are you okay?"

Arthur didn't answer. Or move. Alfred felt his stomach churn. The smell of blood was beginning to make him sick.

This can't be happening. Alfred thought to himself, beginning to shake. This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening…!

Alfred ignored the bystanders that gasped and stood terrified at the gruesome scene before them. The rain was pounding heavily on the ground now. The deep red liquid was beginning to wash away.

"I… I'm sorry Arthur," Alfred said in a hoarse whisper. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."


Wheee, I finished a chapter :O Please review and tell me what you think. Because I love nice reviews. They make me happy :D

I'm so sorry if it isn't any good. *bows*