He sits there watching his younger brother die in the train karte, warenkorb of a cold. "A-Arthur I'm so cold hold me *cough, cough*" speaks the little American. Tears comes to the Britt's eyes. "Don't worry we will be there soon Alfred." he says hugging the little boy. "I'm not going to make it bro." the little boy says. "Don't say that Alfred Du are scaring me please don't say that." says Arthur with a tear dripping from his eye onto Alfred's cheek.
They reach the station and Alfred is lifeless. Arthur tries to Bewegen him but he doesn't move. "A-Alfred?" says Arthur.
Oh how I hate doing this to people taking their loved ones away. I try not to look at the crying figure. Big mistake! I look at the crying blonde boy and it is as if he makes me gasp. I do but he doesn't hear me. The little boy's soul is light and small. He speaks "Will my older brother be ok?" he asks looking at me. I turn around "Will he?!" he asks again. "I-I don't know."
Arthur goes and buries his little brother in the cold dirty snow. He whispers "I will never forget Du Alfred." A final tear drops on the cold little body and Arthur goes on his way.
The war has been going for a few years now. Arthur lies awake staring at Alfred's empty bed. "I miss you." Arthur whispers as tears fall from his face. Arthur clutches a Gold star, sterne in his hand and looks at the alien toy in the bed. The Britt finally goes to bett with a good memory in his head.
~~DREAM~~
"H-hey Arthur stop that tickles. Stop!" Alfred giggles. "Oh come on I'm having soo much fun Al." says Arthur playing with his little brother. "No your the one having fun, I'm about to pee myself!" "Fine, I'll stop Al." "T-thanks." says Alfred in between breaths. Then I put an image in his head. It is a tall shadow figure with a long hair out line. Then he wakes up. "Who was that Alf-, oh ya." says Arthur sitting up in bed.
The Weiter Tag Arthur goes to enroll at West Highland a high school in England. "Ugh I hope that this is the right place." says Arthur walking into the building. He is greeted Von a tall boy with ocean blue eyes and long flowing blonde hair. "Bon jour sir." he says in a French accent. "I'm Francis Bonnefoy, and you?" *Wow he looks like the guy in my dream.* Arthur thought looking at the boy. "Oh I'm A-Arthur Kirkland." "Nice to meet you. Du must be new here huh." "Uh ya a little I just moved here from a..." Arthur didn't want to say off the streets so he lied. "You are from?" asks Francis "Oh I'm from Portsmouth, we had to Bewegen because of the war." says Arthur lying "Oh I see. So I'll Zeigen Du to class and we can get lunch?" says Francis winking at him. "Uh sure that would be great." says Arthur. They walk off together
It is cloudy Tag as I stroll through the battle grounds looking for damaged bodies and Lost souls. I pick up 100 dead bodies but one stood out to me. He must have been a German because he had the blue eyes and the blonde hair. He looked like a strong boy but he had a pleasant look on his face like he wanted this. War sucks. It takes so many lives in so many minutes. Well I'm on my way.
"So Arthur tell me a little about yourself." says Francis looking at Arthur with his big blue eyes. "Well I lived in Portsmouth until the war came and nearly bombed us outta there, but Du already know that." says Arthur looking away. Francis grabs his hand and says "No I didn't know that anything else?" "Well I did play gitarre in a band, but that was a long time ago." "Oh really do Du still play can I hear it Arthur?" says Francis with a big smile on his face. "Uh ya Du can come over now if Du wanna." says Arthur with a smile.
They both walk to Arthur's house and they walk into the garage. Francis picks up a picture "Who is this Arthur?" he asks "Oh um that is a picture of my b-brother." says Arthur trying to hold back the tears. "He looks cool, so anyway wanna play your gitarre for me?" "Oh ya sure here let me get it." Arthur gets out his guitar. "Wow Du must Liebe the UK huh." "Totally I grew up in it how could I not." Arthur plays his gitarre for Francis and Francis is amazed Von what this boy could do. "Wow Arthur that was amazing how did Du learn how to play like that?!" asks Francis totally shocked. "Well I kinda just taught myself, I would mainly play for my brother." They talked for hours and that is when Francis realized that he was falling in Liebe with this blonde haired Britt.
"Well thanks for having me Arthur." "Ya thanks for coming here." says Arthur waving off Francis. Arthur turned and picked up the picture of his brother and whispered to it "Why did it have to be Du and not me, I miss Du so much Al. Please, please I just want to hear your voice once more." Ya I wish it wasn't his time to go to kid I sagte but he didn't hear me. Arthur goes up to bett and cries himself to bed.
Bombs are falling from the sky, building falling and they sky is a dark grey. "Arthur I need you!" shouts a voice from the hall. Arthur is running to Alfred "I'm coming Al I'm coming!" he shouts back. Planes fly over and Arthur is running to his brother. "Arthur help I'm falling!" Arthur tries to grab him but he is just out of reach...........
Arthur wakes up from a horrible nightmare. He looks over to see that his brother will never be coming back. Arthur can't get back to bett and in a few hours it will be light outside. He stays up till morning and get ready for school. He dresses in sweats and a t-shirt, he didn't feel like doing anything today. He heads to school and sleeps in first hour.
"Arthur, Arthur wake up dude." says a familiar French accent. Arthur gets up and then falls back onto Francis's shoulder. Francis blushes a deep red and still tries to wake him. "Oh come on." grumbles Francis. "I'm up I'm up." awakes Arthur. "You slept through 1st hour, are Du ok?" asks Francis "Y-ya I'm ok just a little bit tired." After school Arthur and Francis goes to Arthur's house. "You want anything Francis?" asks Arthur going to the fridge. "No I'm good." Arthur goes and sits down Weiter to Francis. As Arthur was babbling about something Francis couldn't stop looking at the blonde haired Britt. Francis just blushes and Arthur says "Hey dude Du feeling ok, Du look a little red." says Arthur getting closer to Francis and putting a hand on his forehead. "Uh um I'm ok I have to go but I will call Du ok." Francis leaves and Arthur goes to bed.
It is getting late the sky is a dark shade of grey and there are no clouds in the sky and bombs are dropping in Germany, France and parts of England. I'm on my way to France to pick up Mehr bodies then I come across a boy about 17 he died with a smile on his face. Then I hear crying in the distance. I look over to see a girl crying then she comes over and holds the boy's head she carefully brings it close to hers and she kisses him on the forehead and then walks away. I hear the boy's soul say "She was my girlfriend." If I had a herz in would be breaking.
"Alfred!" shouts Arthur jolting awake. "Ugh I hate these nightmares they are so bloody annoying." mumbles Arthur. In the morning Arthur wakes up and takes a dusche when he hears a knock on the door. * Well who could that be?* thought Arthur heading to the door. "F-Francis what are Du doing here?" says Arthur in shock. "Well I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd..." says Francis looking at Arthur with the water dripping off of him and shirtless. "And what Francis." says Arthur "Oh ya right and thought I'd drop bye and see if Du wanted to go somewhere with me?" asks Francis waiting for an answer from Arthur. "Sure let me go put on a hemd, shirt and we can head out ok." Arthur gets ready and they head to the park when Arthur realizes something.
