Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

So I decided to try out for a USUK fic. As usual, I am unable to write happy scenarios [unless its crack] OTL AH WELL!

Enjoy~

Arthur kept running. No destination in mind, only so many hurt feelings tearing his heart apart. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to disintegrate into nothing. Why was he running anyway? Arthur didn't want to remember anymore.

The sky was getting darker. The rain pelted down harshly. Arthur had no umbrella in hand but he didn't care. The rain acted as a shield for his wanted to retain his dignity, despite being his heart thumping painfully in his chest. He would let no one see his tears. He would let no one see him in this pitiful state.

X

Alfred punched the numbers on the payphone so hard that the buttons might have been punched out

"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is not available..." Alfred slammed the receiver back onto the phone. This was the fifth time hearing the stupid repetitive message. Why wouldn't Arthur answer his calls...? Of course he wouldn't want to talk. The guy just pushed a knife through Arthur's fragile heart, smashed it to bits and then stomped on them. Of course he wouldn't want to talk or hear reasons.

Alfred slapped himself. How could he have been so stupid? Arthur was just a fragile thing and, and...he broke him that easily, leaving nothing but the shell of a once invincible gentleman. He destroyed it. Alfred slapped himself again and stared up at the rain. The fat droplets pelted painfully on Alfred's bomber jacket, but he didn't care. He needed Arthur, needed to tell him the truth. But how would he do it? Alfred's mind was a mess. He couldn't think straight anymore.

Firstly, Alfred would need to find his ex-partner.

Kiku Honda found Arthur sprawled across the pavement. How long had he been freezing in this rain? Kiku slapped his face lightly to wake him up. Dull green orbs revealed themselves for a few moments before hiding completely.

"What are you doing here?" The Japanese man blurted out. Arthur did not respond. He just lied on the ground, ignoring the harsh rain, ignoring the words of concern Kiku spoke.

"Arthur-san..." Kiku could literally feel all the pain Arthur held in his little body. Every beat his heart managed hurt. Tears wouldn't stop streaming, no matter what. He lost it. Everything. Arthur couldn't think of anyone but Alfred. He was his other half, the one who completed his life. The one source of happiness in his life that no one else had managed to bring. Alfred had changed his life for the better.

And now all that was gone. Shattered. Broken as easily as a wine glass smashing to bits against the concrete floor.

"Arthur-san, we have to get you home" Kiku crouched down so that he could try to see Arthur's eyes. They snapped right open and he shook his head vigorously. His pleading green orbs started to tear a little again. Kiku put a hand on Arthur's shoulder, reassuring him that he would not do as said.

"Hai, but you must get out of the rain. Will you come to my house?" Arthur did not respond. He rested his head on the pavement and looked at the distance. Kiku somehow managed to get Arthur to stand up and put an arm around his neck. His kimono would be soaked but right now, a friend was in need and his kimono didn't matter.

It was a tedious job to get Arthur to start walking. Coaxing or yelling didn't work so Kiku had to talk about random things to distract Arthur's mind and to get him to walk. From clothes to scones to tea and at some point, to cricket, which was a little hard since Kiku had not even heard of such a sport.

Eventually, the two made it to the small wooden home in a secluded bamboo forest. Arthur slid off Kiku and fell onto the tatami mat, obviously finding much comfort there. Kiku sighed and disappeared into another room.

Arthur got up from the mat and realised that his shoes were missing. He walked lifelessly into the kitchen and rummaged through some shelves, throwing every thing he didn't want recklessly onto the floor. Kiku would most definitely not be happy about that.

God damn it. Where the hell does he put his bloody wine? And why the bloody hell must everything be in Japanese? Arthur's eyes stung. He could barely read any of the labels. His eyes weren't as functional as they were some hours ago, due to the endless amount of crying. Anyone who saw his bloodshot eyes would probably bring him to a hospital right away.

Arthur came across a small plastic bottle in the back of the cabinet. He snatched it, twisted the cap off and downed the entire bottle, not exactly caring about its contents. Then, he fell to the ground, sweet darkness consuming him.

Kiku rushed into the kitchen with a big towel in his hands. He dropped the towel, crouched beside Arthur and took the bottle from his cold palm.

Ah Kiku heaved the biggest sigh of relief he had ever heaved. It is the sleeping medicine I have been using recently. Thank goodness there was only a little bit left, or Arthur-san might never wake up. Kiku looked around him. Oh dear...this is quite troublesome... He whipped out his phone and stared at the number pad.
Who am I supposed to call...Suddenly, a face appeared in his mind's eye. What was his name again? Kiku opened his contact list and scrolled through the pictures until he found the one he was looking for. He pressed the green button and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" a small voice spoke.

"Matthew-san!" Kiku nearly shouted. Kiku explained the long story to Matthew, who stayed silent and listened even after Kiku was done explaining.

X

"Look Arthur! Another one!" Alfred pointed to the little glowing bug flying before their eyes. Arthur nodded without looking at him. They were both too amazed by the hundreds of fireflies buzzing around without a care in the world.

"I love fireflies" Alfred says, his blue eyes were shining ever so brightly.

"Oh? Why is that? I thought you were absolutely terrified of them?" Arthur was looking at Alfred with a puzzled face now. From what he knew, Alfred hated bugs of all sorts, and even more so ever since Kiku lent him a video game of bugs taking over the human race.

"Because they're green and remind me of your eyes" Alfred stared at Arthur. His green emerald orbs easily out shone the blades of grass in between them. A slight tinge of pink brushed across Arthur's face. Too bad it was night time and Alfred did not spot it.

"No they're not, they're yellow! Look at them properly! Or do you need to get those glasses checked?" Arthur laughed a little bit.

"Well they look green to me!" Alfred argued back.

"You've just been staring a little too long." Alfred pouted, admitting defeat to their little argument. Arthur just chuckled at Alfred's cute behaviour.

The both of them reverted their attention to the wonderful insects dotting the night time sky. It was exactly these kind of wonders that passed people by everyday. If only they could stop for a second in their busy lives to admire these bugs, the world would be a much more peaceful place.

The hours that have gone by since sunset felt like minutes to the two lovers lying side by side in the warm grass. It was a little moist by now but it didn't matter. It wasn't everyday that the both of them had the opportunity to see wonders like these everyday. They hardly even see each other every week, so this was the best break they've had.

"Hey Arthur, what do you think those two are doing?" Alfred points at two unusually close fireflies. Arthur knew immediately what they were doing. He turned Alfred's head by directing his cheek to some place else, wanting desperately to avoid the awkward subject.

"Hey look! That one glows blue!" Arthur sat straight up and was urging Alfred to sit up too. Arthur reached his palms out, waiting for the firefly to land in his hand. True enough, the firefly descended into his open palm. Arthur cradled it ever so gently.

"Woah! I've never seen one before! It looks awesome!" Alfred could not take his eyes off the ghost of a fly.

"They're special. You only see them once in a blue moon" Arthur jerked his palms upwards and the firefly flew took off.

"I can't wait to tell everyone about it!" Alfred was completely mesmerized by the beautiful beetle.

"They remind me of your eyes" Arthur said dreamily before staring into Alfred's beautiful sapphire irises.

"Hey! That's my line!" both of them burst out laughing this time.

Those life changing eyes could hypnotize anyone in an instant. It could change any life with a glance. It changed Arthur didn't it? He's a proper gentleman now instead of a pirate with vocabulary much too colourful. The eyes were working their magic right now.

"What are you doing?" Alfred asked innocently. Much to Arthur's dismay, his lips were curled and pouted and ready to accept a kiss. Arthur snapped himself out of his fantasy and felt like disappearing right then and there, if only he had an invisibility cloak. This time, his cheeks were blushing a deep red and Alfred could see it clearly under the moon's silvery shine. Alfred leaned in and took Arthur's lips with his own, bringing them both into a sweet kiss. Tingly sensations spread out, making every nerve more sensitive, making his blush even deeper, making his palms clammy and his stomach churn.

...

Bright sunlight preyed Arthur's heavy eyelids open. Damn sun. Can't you hide behind a bloody hill side for a bloody frickin day? Arthur sighed. He was already reverting to his old self. Hating the world and vocabulary no one would be proud of. He scanned the room. He was lying on a rather comfortable tatami mat with a white blanket covering him. Beside his head was a glass of water and a note.

Arthur-san, Please don't do anything reckless again while I'm gone. There's food in the kitchen so please help yourself. -Kiku

Arthur gulped the glass of water heartfully. He was so thirsty from whatever he took. The clock on the wall read 5.30pm. So it hasn't been a day since he took that thing, or has it?

Arthur groaned when his mind was awake enough to think of the one thing he didn't want to think of. He wanted to go back to sleep but his brain wouldn't let him. Alfred, Alfred. That name, that bloody name kept repeating itself like an annoying fly. He needed a distraction.

X

"Should we tell Arthur-san?" the Japanese man asked as they were walking down the path.

"No! We should keep it a secret. He can't take it at this stage" the strand of hair that never seemed to straighten was bouncing as they walked.

"But he will be sad, and think of the consequences!" it was not usual to hear Kiku shout. Matthew just shrugged his shoulders.

"If we tell him, he would run out of the house, weak and all and might even faint and die on the streets! or worse..." Matthew did not dare to think of anything else that might happen.

Japan sighed. "I suppose you are right. Will you come in for a drink?"

"I would be glad to" Kiku opened the paper door and allowed Matthew to enter his humble abode.

Something was wrong. Kiku sensed it immediately. It was far too quiet in the house, as if it was empty, as if no one inhibited it. Suddenly, Kiku rushed towards the room where Arthur was, Matthew following close behind.

What they saw was absolutely terrifying. The glass cup that used to contain water was now in razor sharp pieces. Tiny shards littered the floor. The white blanket was stained red and brown with Arthur's fresh and dried blood. Arthur's face was pale, as if he'd lost a lot of blood in the short period of time Kiku and Matthew was gone. His wrist contained only one slit.

Beads of scarlet blood was still trickling ever so slowly from that one wound. Matthew dialled for an ambulance immediately while Kiku checked for life signs. Thank goodness, he is still breathing...oh but his pulse is weak.

After an agonizing amount of time, the ambulance finally came and brought a corpse-like Arthur to the hospital. It was hard to tell if he was still alive or not due to the massive amount of blood he lost and his lack of movement. Kiku and Matthew could only pray and hope to god that he was still alive.

"I think we should tell your brother" Kiku said, solemnly. Matthew stared at Kiku in disbelief.

"In the state he's in? what will he think when his beloved ex-partner, who was in our hands, is now bleeding profusely?" Matthew said hurridly.

"This is no time to think of ourselves Matthew-san! We need to tell Alfred-san right now!" and with that, Kiku grabbed Matthew's wrist and off they were to Alfred's house.

So what did you guys think? :D

Q: WHAT THE HELL ARE KIKU AND MATTHEW TALKING ABOUT?
A: It's a secret only I know HAHAHAHA /shot

Ahh, relax, all will be revealed in the next chapter :D

Oh and for all those who don't know or are confused, the italics are thoughts and the HUGE GIGANTIC CHUNK OF ITALICS is Arthur's dream based on a REAL memory.

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