A/N: WARNING: My first fanfic ever, so there might be, and there is grammar- and spelling mistakes.

Wish You Would Love Me Too

That's when I saw him. When I was coming from the meeting. There he was. Alfred. Kissing someone. Someone other guy. I quickly turned around the corner. I had heard rumors that he would really have a boyfriend, but I didn't believe them. I didn't want to believe. But now, it was true. And my heart was broken. So I ran away. Away from that nightmare.

I thought there was something between us two. Something really special. Always when he looked at me like that, smiled at me. When he gave me a bar of chocolate on Valentine's Day, when he hugged me from the back and yelled "Artie~" or something else. Maybe... I was just stupid. A total idiot. As if he would like me. Look at me! I am crying like mad and hugging this bloody pillow just because of that stupid sod. He never really liked me. Never.

"Francis, get your bloody hands off of me." He was petting my head.

"Angleterre, I'm just trying to make you feel better." I was still crying.

"Well y-you're failing," I sobbed. "Oh mon chér, come here." He was holding his hands open. I didn't respond to him for awhile, but soon I was hugging him. I really was desperate. Snuggling against that frog.

"You want to know something chér?" I sniffled. "W-what is it?"

"Alfred did like you. Alot" I could feel my eyes widening. He did like me. Wait, what? Did? So he doesn't like me anymore? Of course he does not. He has a boyfriend for godness sake! "..Did like m-me..?" I asked quietly.

"I'm not sure chouchou, but that's what Alfred told me. But he gave up when he noticed you didn't return his feelings.." He was still petting my hair. "I-I didn't return his feelings? I lo-love that bloody sod!"

"Then I guess you didn't show your feelings enough, bébé. But if you still need a lover-" I struggled away from his arms and bursted out of my room. I heard Francis' voice beyond me: "Angleterre, where are you going?" I looked back to him while running. "I have to find Alfred!"

I ran down the corridors, turned behind the corner.. and bumped into Gilbert. After blinking our eyes we both got up. "Oi, Eyebrows, watch it! You could've harmed my awesome self!" Gilbert said holding his elbow. I rolled my eyes at him. "Shut up, Beilschmidt. May I ask have you seen that bloody s- I mean, Alfred?"

"Al..? I think he went to his room, this time without his boyfriend. Kesesese! " Without his boyfriend? That lad wasn't with him?

I don't really know what got into me, I just started running like mad again. I even forgot to thank Beilschmidt. But I'd have plenty of time for that later.

I was breathing heavily. I had just run two pair of stairs up to the fourth floor where his room was. Alfred's room. I was standing in front of it. All I had to do was just knock. And after that... Well, I just improvise. So I raised my hand and knocked. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. I tried the door and it opened. "A-Alfred...?" I came in and closed the door slightly. Where the bloody hell he was? I wandered around his small room. It was small indeed, only a bed, a dresser, a wooden desk and a chair. In the corner of the room was a loveseat. Probably for cuddling with his boyfriend.. The thought almost made my eyes wet. On that desk, I saw a picture. A picture of the two of us. I picked it up and looked at it closely. In that picture Alfred was hugging me and smiling, I was pouting and I looked like I hated being with him.. I turned the picture around, there was a text. The font was small. If I could just see what there was written...

"Artie? Whatya doing here?" I scared and almost dropped the picture.

"Alfred I... I didn't notice you came back." I could feel my face turning bright pink. "I was in the shower. Why you're here?" I could notice that, he was only wearing a towel around his waist. But when spoke, he sounded so.. cold.

"I a-actually wanted to talk to you... If you have time."

Alfred was quiet. Then he sighed. "Okay, what you wanted to talk about?"

"I-I..." I gulped loudly and put the picture back to the desk. "I know you have a boyfriend. And I am not going to come between you two b-but..." My voice fadened.

"I just wanted you to know that.. that I really-" Alfred was waiting with a questioning look.

"..That I really love you!" I then looked away blushing like hell.

"You what?" He was mad. I knew he was. Storming like that into someone else's room and telling them that you love then, even when they're dating, would make anyone mad. I knew I shouldn't have come. I shouldn't have told him that.

"I love you..." I mumbled, still looking away. I could even feel the tears falling down my flushed cheeks.

Alfred stayed quiet. Didn't say anything. Stood there and stared at me. I had to say something.

"I-I am so sorry! I know you're dating and this is really inappropriate and I never should've told you that but I had to... I just had to.." I fell on my knees crying hard. "I should've told you this before but when I heard you're already dating.. And you never even loved me so I just couldn't and-"

I couldn't continue anymore. It was horrible. Absolutely horrible. And so akward. I was on my knees on the floor in tears. And Alfred just stood there and didn't say anything.

"I'm s-so sorry.. so sorry..." I was sobbing uncontrollaby. Nothing could stop it. Everything was ripping me in pieces. I was so broken. Teared apart. Nobody loved me. Nobody cared. Why would they?

"Arthur..." He kneeled before me. I didn't want to listen to him.

"Arthur, look at me." I slowly raised my head avoiding his look. Then he hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead. "Alf..red.."

"Shush." We spent several minutes just hugging. "Artie, I'm sorry.. I loved you too.." He placed another kiss on my forehead. "I loved you too... You're just a bit late... But we can still be best friends, right..?" I didn't respond. He loved me. LOVED. Doesn't love me anymore. I knew this. Being best friends, just friends, it's not enough. I tried to struggle away from his hold but he was stronger. "Artie... If I just had known.. You should've told me earlier." He was so close to crying. I was still crying. I wanted to tell him. Tell him how much I cared about him. How I suffered without him.

"Artie, I'm already dating... I can't leave him.. Not because of you. We're friends, right?" Now he was crying. It hurt. It hurt seeing him cry. But his words... they were the final broke my heart, and it can't be fixed. Those words.. They hurt more than thousands of swords stabbing on my chest. More than ripping all of my limbs off. I would remember those words for the rest of my life. My short life.

"Right..?"

"L-let go of me..." I wanted to get out. I needed to get out.

"Artie I –" He tried to hug me tighter.

"Let go of me!" I tried to push him away, and finally he let me. I walked to the door and grabbed the handle. My eyes were still wet from all the tears I had shed just a moment ago. Now they were gone. There was no use for crying anymore. It was all done. Before taking my leave, I opened my mouth to speak to him for the last time. "What was the text behind that picture of us?"

"... Wish you would love me too."

I barely heard that, he spoke so quietly. But I still did. Then I opened the door and walked away leaving the love of my life behind.

And now, here I am. Standing on the bridge railing. Below me is only a river. A Dark, deep river. That would be my last grave. A river. That's not how my life was supposed to end. Jumping off a bridge because the world hated me. But I've made my decision. So I closed my eyes and whispered "Wish you would love me too." My last thoughts were wandering around the American. I wish he could still love me. I took a deep breath and then I jumped. I finally met my death. Goodbye World, goodbye to my few friends, goodbye everything. Goodbye Alfred.

A/N: All kind of critique is welcome. I promise, I won't get mad and eat you. Please review! :3