I'm alive! XD I finally updated~ But unfortunately, it's a crappy chapter. Sorry XD

Arthur woke up with tears streaming down his face. His heart beat painfully in his chest and his whole body felt like dream had finished Alfred's memory, with a memory of what Arthur done after that.

With a shaky sigh, and tears still falling, he forced himself to sit up. It was oddly silent in the house. No creaking of the old walls and floors. Not the hum of the appliances downstairs. Not even the birds from outside.

Arthur looked at the clock, noting that it was only 8 in the morning. He carefully slid out of bed and walked to the door. He desperetly needed a cup of tea to calm his nerves. He reached the kitchen and almost yelped when he saw Alfred sitting at the table, watching him. He clutched his chest at his still racing heart and sighed.

"You scared me." Arthur chuckled a little. He swiftly walked into the kitchen, grabbed his favorite coffee mug. He got a kettle and filled it with water, setting it on the stove, which he turned on and went to sit at the table across from Alfred.

"Sorry," He said shortly. He looked a bit stressed when Arthur studied him. "I you were crying and screaming in your sleep last night. Are you okay?" Arthur let a shaky breath,

"N-no. I had this memory last night. It b-basically continued what happened after you w-were k-killed." His eyes prickled when flashes of his dreams came to mind. He didn't want to talk about it, but he felt Alfred should at least know.

When Alfred didn't say anything, he continued, "The me from your time sobbed for a while. Then he- I- built a c-coffin, and dug a hole, by the tree," Another shaky breath, "T-then I got you and p-put you in the c-coffin... When I did, I said, 'I love you Alfred. Forever and Always.'"

He folded his arms on the table and buried his face in it, shaking. It almost felt like he was having the dream all over again, but when he thought of Alfred, he couldn't imagine what he was feeling, especially if Arthur was feeling like this after the dream.

Before Alfred could say something, the screaming of the kettle sounded, and Arthur slowly got up to remove it from the heat. He poured the boiling water into the mug and grabbed a tea bag and placed it in the steaming water.

After sitting back down, he watched the water in the cup become a red color, which made him almost push the tea away. He was tired of seeing red.

Whatever Alfred was about to say, he changed his mind. They both simply sat in silence. Arthur fidgeted while taking little sips of his hot tea. It was extremely awkward being around the American, and he wished he hadn't brought up his dream.

"So, I'm going to go to the library, and research on how to let you pass on." Alfred's eyes lit up at that.

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't know if I'll be able to find anything that will help, but I'm going to try my best."

~*Time Skip*~

The Westmill library was considerably small, by Arthur's standards. It couldn't have been any bigger than his living room and kitchen put together, but in some ways he supposed it was a decent size.

When he had gotten to there library, he went straight to the card catologe and searched for any books regarded spirits. He found the book next in the library and didn't hesitate to sit down and begin reading. He was thankful that he could speed read. It does come in handy.

He was half way through the book when he began losing hope. He flipped through the pages, getting impatient, until one particular page caught his eye. He flipped back to it and stared at the title of the chapter.

'Ghost Rescue'

He couldn't help but snort a little at the name of it, but read it anyways. He quickly read it and smiled to himself once he finished. He knew what to do.

When Arthur got home, he rushed inside, and to his room where he kept the small box he found a couple days ago. He would be needing that for later. He carried the box with him as he left the room and went to the next room, where he began searching through the end tables.

It wasn't till about the 10th room that he actually found something. He had a strange feeling when he entered the room, and it felt oddly familiar to him. It wasn't like Alfred's room, but more of something he would like. Everything in the room was a different shade of green, that made him feel at home.

Maybe this was the room that the old me stayed in, Arthur thought. It would be likely, but of course he wasn't for sure. He looked around the room like he did all the others he'd been in so far.

When he opened the closet, a small cloud of dust came out in his face. He coughed and fanned his face until the dust disappeared. Hanging up in the closet was old sets of clothes that looked as if it hadn't been touched in decades. They were moth eaten and dusty, and was definitely from Alfred's time period.

He stepped into the small closet, pushing the clothes aside, when something fell to the floor with a thud. He looked down in surprise, and picked up the object. He floor groaned under his weight when he stepped forward and grabbed the book. He hurried out of the closet, fearing the floor wouldn't hold up his weight and went all the way back to his room.

He sat down and studied the cover of the book, and found that it was not a book, but a journal, and on the cover happened to be his name written in elegant cursive.

His heart pounded when he opened the book. He opened to a random page and his eyes widened in surprise.

June 29th, 1778

I have been informed of some horrible news. I don't know what to do. My general found out about Alfred. I thought I had been careful about being in public with the Patriot but apparently not.

He had been absolutely furious and threatened to hang me, or even worse. I was afraid he would kill me right at that moment, and I would never be able to say goodbye to my love, but he had stopped his angry ranting to suddenly smile.

He told me to kill Alfred. Kill my love. I had been about to protest, and probably would have ended up shooting him, but then he continued before I could have said anything.

General had said if I didn't, then he would. He explained everything he would do to Alfred. The torture he would inflict. He said after he would get finished with Alfred, he would go for my family next, and after them, it would be me.

I can't bear for that to happen...I don't know what to do. He's going to be coming in a week. I'm lost.

A. Kirkland.

Arthur almost dropped the notebook from his shaking hands, and when he looked up, he caught sight of Alfred's eyes.

"Alfred..."

A/N: This was somewhat of a filler chapter, so sorry. But hey, I updated :D I know I kind of rushed this chapter, but I'm reading to end this XD It'll be at least 5 of 6 more chapters, before it's over, and things will get awesome...Well, I don't know about awesome..It'll probably be sad.. Oh well o3o

So, you found out why Arthur had to kill Alfred D: It's a sucky reason, but I thought it would be somewhat legit, ya know? Arthur would kill his love in order to protect him...Aww :D

Well anyways, sorry for the crap chapter (Again) XD I promise the next will be better!