Alfred spent the best part of an hour curled up on the bathroom floor crying over the dream, he knew who the figure had been. It was Arthur and every time he wasn't there for the brit had been shoved into his dream by his subconscious, first the revolution when he had let the loneliness consume England and left him alone, then in WW2 during the blitz, he had saved the brit eventually after his boss allowed him too but England was already so hurt he felt guilty all the same, the final image was less obvious the beast consuming Arthur was clearly a representation of the... werewolf? Alfred didn't know what to call the animal England became but he knew he couldn't control it well. Alfred was determined that this time he would not be too late and that he would keep Arthur from being devoured by the monster...by himself as the dream had foretold. He dried his tears and went back to the bed and gently ran his fingers through England's hair as he continued to sleep.

Arthur began to shift not long later and his eyes opened showing a glimmer of the green Alfred had always related to pine trees for some reason he didn't know,

'ngh' moaned Arthur as the light of morning hit his eyes

'you okay?' Alfred whispered so as not to irritate the brits headache further,

'i'm fine' England sat up suddenly 'but you, ARE YOU OKAY? it...i didn't hurt you did i?' England asked with an unbearable guilt in his eyes,

'no you didn't hurt me i'm okay, as for yourself... you look like death right now i'm not gonna lie Artie' Alfred giggled trying to lighten the mood some.

Arthur gave out a sigh of relief and chuckled as he flopped down on the bed covering his face with his arm, his tone suddenly became serious as he asked 'you're not scared?' he said this with a twinge of fear on his own part
'No, i'm not scared, at first sure i was scared i mean you transformed into... a were wolf was it? right in front of me. Though when i saw youre eyes i realized it was still you and i ended up more in shock than fear' Alfred replied careful of how he phrased his words because he wanted the brit to relax, he couldn't do that if he thought Alfred was scared on him.

A soft sob came from the bed causing the american to jump and panic shitshitshitshit i didn't think he'd cry way to go america! America shook himself out of his thoughts and jumped on the bed hugging England blankets and all while blabbering 'ARTIE! whats wrong? was it something i said i really sorry, really really sorry i didn't mean for you to cry i promise' chuckling Arthur hugged Alfred back and said

'Alfred it's okay, im crying because im happy, i thought for sure you'd run or be scared because...well i know you dont handle the supernatural too well and i was to scared' Arthur cut himself off by laughing and burying his head in the crook of Alfreds neck, who was stunned for a minuite before laughing softly and hugging England closer 'Ah your'e silly Arthur i could never run from you, the guilt would eat me alive...because..well you see...i love...you'

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woah that took a while for me to stop procrastinating and make, its probably shorter than it seems to me but oh well...and i left it on a cliff hanger...ill update sooner or later. Anyway please review and feel free to critisize as long as its constructive and well, thank you for reading this so far, i like to think i improved my writing by quitting writing in first person, i actally find writing this way easier ehehee, any way thank you and see ya
TO BE CONTINUED MAYBE...