The Heart Never Lies
Chapter Forty Six
For You I Will
Alfred ran after the Brit, hearing the bathroom door slam against the wall as it was forced open. He went into the bathroom to see Arthur bent of the toilet, throwing up.
"Arthur!" he said, moving next to him and rubbing his back gently. "I'm sorry!"
"Don't…" he said, then threw up again, "worry…"
Alfred rubbed his back, not a single dent in his energy.
"I haven't been feeling right for," he puked again, "ugh… a while actually…"
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"You've had enough to worry about…"
"I don't care!" Alfred said. "If you were feeling sick you should have said something!"
Arthur nodded, puking the last of his stomach content. Alfred continued to comfort him.
"Mmmm…" Alfred hummed. "Are you gunna throw up again?"
Arthur dry heaved a few times, but nothing came up.
"Okay…" Alfred said, helping the smaller man stand again. "Let's get you to bed, and I'll bring up a bowl." Arthur nodded, so Alfred kept his arm around him and helped him into the bedroom and put him on the bed. "I'll be right back," he assured him, hurrying from the room to get a bowl and a glass of water. Arthur laid back and closed his eyes. Alfred brought the bowl up first, putting it on the floor, then used some of his energy to run back downstairs for the glass and a thermometer. He came back into the bedroom and gently put it into Arthur's mouth under his tongue.
"60 seconds and I'll check." He put the glass on the bedside table, and then put his hand on Arthur's forehead. "You do have a temperature…" He took the thermometer out of Arthur's mouth when it beeped. "Fuck… 104..."
Arthur looked at him. "In English?"
"Uh…" Alfred did some quick maths in his head. "40 degrees."
"Ugh…" Arthur groaned, flopping backwards onto the pillow.
"Don't worry, I won't put a hamburger on your head this time!"
Arthur laughed making Alfred smiled.
"Well, I say we fast you for 24 hours and try food tomorrow," Alfred said. "So, keep drinking and I'll go get a cold compress."
Arthur nodded and picked the glass up, sipping carefully as Alfred left to go for the cold compress. He closed his eyes for a moment and the next thing he realised he felt something cold pressed against his forehead. He opened his eyes and looked up at Alfred.
"Let's just try and get you better," Alfred smiled. "You want anything? Entertainment, I mean."
"Umm… No, I'm fine."
Arthur closed his eyes, not noticing as Alfred got off the bed and went to go get his DS. Alfred looked at the Brit for a moment, seeing him breathing deeply. Arthur was trying to stop himself from reaching.
"Arthur, if anything needs to come up, let it."
"No, I'm fine."
"Even if it's just bile, let it come up."
"Shut up… Please…"
"Sorry…" Alfred said, leaving the room to get his DS from the living room. He came back in and sat at the end of the bed, leaning against the foot board. Arthur opened his eyes once more and looked at him. "What's up?" Alfred smiled.
"Why are you all the way over there?"
"I didn't want to disturb you."
"Get over here…" Arthur smiled.
Alfred smiled and moved up the bed, laying next to him and putting his arms around him. Arthur smiled and watched him play, seeing that his game was Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
"Die Deatheater!" Alfred said, really into the game. Arthur smiled and would have made a comment about him playing with the wand but was too ill. Alfred seemed to realise this so winked at him. Suddenly, he was attacked in the game and died. Arthur chuckled, then regretted it and threw up into the bowl. "Oh!" Alfred cried, dropping his DS onto the bed and holding onto him as he threw up. He picked up the cold compress up, and grabbed the drink from the bedside table. Arthur leant against him when he was finished and took a sip of the water. He felt the compress get placed on his head again. Alfred turned off the DS and laid back with Arthur's head on his shoulder. He rubbed his arm soothingly, humming quietly.
"Thanks…" Arthur said, drifting off to sleep.
"No problem," Alfred said softly, continuing to hum and rub his arm. He kissed the side of his head and Arthur turned it towards him. Alfred watched him, smiling. "I'll take your temperature again when you wake up." He got up, carefully resting Arthur on the pillows and went to get a drink. After finishing his drink in the kitchen, he grabbed a book from the living room and went back upstairs, sat on the bed and started to read.
A few hours later, Alfred had only a few chapters left of his book. He was reading intently, not a single ounce of tiredness in him. Suddenly, Arthur jolted awake and threw up. Alfred held him gently once more, making sure that everything went into the bowl. He was really starting to worry about the Brit. He rubbed his arms softly, comforting him.
"Anymore?" he asked.
"I don't think so…" Arthur said weakly.
"Okay, have a drink then lay back and I'll take your temperature again," Alfred said, helping Arthur lay back gently. The Brit took a tentative sip of his drink whilst Alfred got the thermometer ready. "I'll go get some more in a minute," he said, and Arthur nodded slowly and opened his mouth. Alfred put the thermometer under his tongue again. "Keep still and I'll get your water." He got up and took the empty glass into the bathroom. Arthur had no complaints as he couldn't move without throwing up. Alfred returned fairly quickly and put the glass on the bedside table. "Let's check this out then…" he said, pulling the thermometer from his mouth. He did not like the results. "Fuck… 108..."
Arthur sighed and closed his eyes.
"Oh yeah… Metrics… Uh… It's about 42 degrees…"
"That's not what I was…" Arthur sighed, giving up on the sentence. "It's the fact it's gone up!"
"Yeah…" Alfred said, really worried. "We need to bring it down… Uh, can you move?"
Arthur shook his head slowly. "Not without getting dizzy and throwing up…"
"Ahh…" Alfred sighed. "I was gunna suggest a cold bath, but if we can't get you to the tub…"
"Thanks anyway," Arthur smiled softly.
"Well, the only thing I can think of is underwear and lying on top of the cover."
"Can I trust you?" Arthur said, looking at him and smirking.
"I am offended!" Alfred said, pretending to be hurt. Arthur chuckled softly at him, so Alfred smirked. "Come here, sexy," he said, pulling the covers off him and started to undress him. Arthur tried to help him, but couldn't muster the strength. Alfred managed to get him into his underwear, putting the cold compress onto his head once more. Arthur hiss softly, confusing Alfred. "You okay?"
"Yeah…" Arthur said. "It's just a big contrast."
Arthur looked at him oddly. "Hmmm?"
Alfred shook his head. "Don't worry. I was just agreeing with you is all."
Alfred sat at the foot of he bed again, so Arthur looked at him with a pout.
"You're al the way over there again…"
"Huh?" Alfred said, then he realised. "Oh! Well, we need you to cool down. Two bodies mean s more heat."
"You don't seem fine," Alfred said. "And not the puking/temperature not fine."
"Could you do something for me?"
"Get your sun kissed arse over here next to me!"
Alfred blinked in surprise. "Okay…" he said, moving up the bed next to him. Arthur smiled up at him, resting his head on his chest again and closing his eyes to relax. "Go to sleep," Alfred said softly.
"What if I don't wanna?"
"You're slurring your own language," Alfred said. "I think you want to."
"Nope!" Arthur said, then yawned.
"Uh huh," Alfred said. "Go to sleep."
"Now who's acting like a kid?" Alfred said, smirking.
Arthur poked his tongue out, so Alfred laughed.
"Go to sleep," the American said. "Or do I have to ground you?"
Arthur pouted a perfect irresistible puppy dog face that rivalled even Alfred's. The American tried to keep his resolve, but that face broke it.
Arthur grinned in victory, hugging Alfred softly.
"You are such a child!" Alfred laughed.
Arthur chuckled, "and you're not?"
"I'm still on an energy binge so I can't really speak, but still!"
"Go and do something then…" Arthur said, poking him in the side. "I'll be fine for a little bit."
"Don't know what to do! So, I'll just stay here!"
"Go play on the Wii or something…"
"No! I'll just get another book or something."
"Go play on the God damned Wii and let go of some of that energy."
"No!" Alfred said. "I'm getting a God damned book!"
"I'm not going to argue with you…"
"Good!" Alfred said. "Now go to sleep!"
Alfred smiled and got up to get another book, taking his other book with him. He went into the living room as Arthur closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. He walked into the living room, replacing the book and grabbing a different larger book. Quietly, he walked back up stairs and sat on the bed again, Arthur waking up.
"Sorry," Alfred said.
"Don't worry," Arthur said, closing his eyes again. He drifted off to sleep as Alfred started reading again.
Alfred was finishing another book, having been reading non-stop for a long time. He still had no dent in his energy binge and this annoyed the Brit as he woke up from his sleep.
"For God's sake, Alfred!" he moaned. "Get some sleep."
Arthur sighed and rolled over.
"No really, I'm not tired," Alfred said, putting the book down.
"So how're you feeling?" Alfred asked. "I'll take your temperature in a minute."
Arthur thought for a moment. "Like shit."
Alfred got the thermometer. "Open." Arthur did so, and Alfred put the thermometer under his tongue again. "I'll get you another drink." Arthur nodded, leaving the American to go get his drink. He looked at the thermometer as it beeped. Alfred put the glass on the bedside table and took the thermometer. "Better! Still high. But better! 102."
"That's, uh… 38 degrees…"
"I'm not so ill that I can't convert temperatures."
"Still cranky I see," Alfred observed. Arthur closed his eyes again. "If you're going back to sleep, have a drink first please." Arthur took the glass and drank. Alfred smiled at him so he smiled back. "I'mma get another book!"
Alfred ran from the room and came back with another book really quickly, climbing onto the bed and sitting next to Arthur.
"What books are you reading?" Arthur asked, curious.
"This one's called The Lost Symbol," Alfred said.
"So, I read the The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons in one night…"
Arthur raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Nothing," Arthur said. "I just didn't think you liked those kinds of books."
"I liked them! I like loads of books!"
"I have the complete works of Sherlock Holmes in my bag…"
Alfred had them in front of him before Arthur could even blink. Alfred pondered which one he should read out of the books he had, so Arthur told him to continue with The Lost Symbol and he could read the other books later. Arthur snuggled up to him, so Alfred started reading aloud to help lull the Brit to sleep once more.
He couldn't explain it, but Alfred still could not fall asleep. He was half way through the Sherlock Holmes collection when Arthur woke up once more with his stomach rumbling. Alfred looked up from his book.
"I'm not sure if I should let you eat…"
"I'm not either but I need some form of food sooner or later."
Alfred nodded. "Be right back." He put the book down, marking his place, then ran down to the kitchen. Arthur looked at which story, surprised by how far he'd gotten. He looked up when Alfred came in with some buttered toast. "Try and nibble on this. Don't worry if you can't eat it all of it."
Arthur nodded and weakly sat up more. Alfred put the plate on his lap, and Arthur picked up the toast and looked at it. He nibbled on as Alfred went back to reading, managing to make his way through an entire slice. Arthur went to pick up the next one but paused. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, whilst Alfred got ready to grab the bowl. Arthur sensed this and shook his head, taking a sip of water.
"You okay, Arthur?"
"Okay," Alfred said, standing up. "I'm gunna get some fresh water for the bowl." He went into the bathroom with the bowl and put the contents into the toilet, flushing it and getting fresh water. He came back and put the bowl on the floor, smiling as Arthur started on another slice. Alfred sat down at the foot of the bed once more, reading once more. Arthur sighed and gave up.
"Can't you eat it?" Alfred asked.
"You at the fucking foot of the fucking bed again, Alfred."
"Sorry. It's a habit…" he crawled up the bed and sat next to him. "Happy now, Cranky?"
Arthur looked away. "Yes…" he muttered, starting to nibble the toast once more. Alfred rolled his eyes, and carried on reading. After a while he closed the book and smiled to himself. Arthur finished his toast, looked at Alfred and smiled too. Alfred looked at Arthur.
"You feeling any better?"
"I have a bit more energy."
"That's good!" Alfred smiled. "I finished!" he added happily, motioning to the large collection of books on the back.
"All of them?"
"Uh huh!" Alfred nodded happily, looking like kid again.
Alfred beamed happily, so Arthur smiled and tugged the taller man's shirt to kiss his cheek. Alfred leant forwards so he could do so, and asked "how long did it take you to read them?"
"I like to enjoy books when I read them."
"I enjoyed it!" Alfred whined.
"Hmph…" Alfred huffed, folding his arms.
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Can you help me up… I need the toilet…"
"Yeah, of course!" Alfred said, getting off of the bed and helping him up gently. Arthur stood and his head swam. Alfred kept hold of him. "Easy…" Arthur took a deep breath then walked with him to the bathroom. Alfred stayed in the room in case he fell over, but didn't look as he went. Arthur flushed the toilet, Alfred turned around to help him having to catch him as Arthur nearly collapsed after trying to take a step on his own. The sudden movement hadn't made things any better, and he had to quickly turn around and flop over the bowl of the toilet. Alfred held onto him, helping him, but not really knowing what to do.
"I fucking hate being ill…" Arthur panted, tears of pain in the corners of his eyes as he continued to dry heave.
"I know…" Alfred said quietly, rubbing his arm and wiping the tears away. Finally, Arthur chocked to a stop. "Shhh…" soothed the American. "Can you move?"
Arthur shook his head slowly. "Not on my own…"
"Good thing you've got me, then," Alfred smiled, holding Arthur against him and helping him back to the bed.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," Arthur said quietly.
Alfred was touched because he knew how much letting someone else take responsibility conflicted the Brit, but kept him steady and laid him back on the bed with a smile. "That's how I felt when I got sick at your house."
"Well, now we're even," Arthur smiled softly.
"I'll go get some more water," Alfred said, taking the glass and plate downstairs. Arthur didn't have the energy to do anything but lay back and stare at the ceiling. Alfred soon came back with fresh water, giving it to Arthur who sipped it to sooth his sore throat. Alfred looked at his watch. "5pm… I don't think we'll try food again until tomorrow…"
Arthur shook his head.
"Hmm… You know, you never did say how long it took you to read Sherlock Holmes," Alfred said, trying to distract the Brit from his sickness.
"30 or so years…" Arthur said. "I read them as they came out."
"Wooooooooooooow!" Alfred smiled. "They have Young Sherlock Holmes too now! I saw them in a store a while back!"
"I may have to read them next then," Arthur smiled.
Alfred smiled and got another book, climbing up the bed and sitting next to the Brit.
"Finally learnt have we," Arthur said, winking at him.
"Yes, I have learnt a new habit!"
Arthur chuckled faintly, not able to stop himself from falling asleep. Alfred kissed him on the head and went back to sleeping.
Alfred had nearly finished his newest book, Arthur nuzzling up to him. Alfred smiled, finished the book and put it down. He then put his arm around Arthur who was still nuzzling him. He could sleep still, so just watched Arthur.
"You've been awake for nearly two days," Arthur said, looking sleepily up at the American. "Don't you think it's time you went to sleep?"
"I can't, though," Alfred said. "It's not me trying to stay awake for as long as possible, I physically can't go to sleep."
Arthur made a non-committal noise, slowly falling asleep. Alfred sighed, running his fingers through the smaller man's hair. Arthur lost his battle to stay awake, and Alfred started humming For You I Will. Arthur had a nice dream, listening to him in his sleep.
"Wandering the streets,
in a world underneath it all
Nothing seems to be,
nothing tastes as sweet
As what I can't have
Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair
round your finger
Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you
What I feel about you." Alfred sand, not realising that Arthur could hear him.
"I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
and cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will" Alfred sang the entire song, and Arthur woke up and looked at him. "Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Not really," replied the Brit.
"Did you have a nice dream?"
Arthur nodded. "But it was really odd though."
"How was it odd."
"Just a lot of random events…" Arthur said. "You were singing then you cannonball into a pool."
Alfred blushed. "I… I was singing?"
Arthur nodded, giving Alfred an idea.
"Did it sound like this?" he asked, then sang the chorus of the song once more.
"Yeah…" Arthur said, surprised. "That was the song… How did you know?"
"Cos I've been sat here singing it while you were asleep…"
Both men were blushing, so Alfred took the time to take Arthur's temperature once more. It had risen every so slightly, but Alfred joked around saying that it was Arthur's dream that had probably done that.
"I feel gross…" Arthur mumbled.
"Want me to help you get in the bath?"
Alfred nodded and then went to run a bath. Arthur tried to move, managing to sit up. Alfred cam back and smiled at him, helping him walk to the bathroom.
"Boxers on or off?" Alfred asked.
"Really, Alfred… I'm getting into a bath so I obviously want them off."
Alfred smirked. "Just checking!" He helped him out of them and then into the bath. Arthur sighed happily when he sank into the warm water.
"Want anymore help?" Alfred asked. "Washing, I mean."
Arthur hated himself for it but- "I don't think I'll be able to do it all by myself…"
Alfred nodded and leaned forwards to kiss him on the head. "Don't worry, I'll always help you." Arthur went deep red, so Alfred smiled and started to wash him. Arthur hated, but loved it at the same time. Alfred smiled and dabbed a couple of bubbles against Arthur's nose. The Brit sneezed them off, but the sudden movement made his head swim. Alfred wiped the bubbles away, rinsed him off and kept him steady.
"Just stay still and breath…"
Arthur did so, not able to stop himself leaning into Alfred's touch as he rubbed his back gently.
"Anything for you, Arthur."
"Can I get out now, please?" Arthur asked in a quiet voice.
"Sure," Alfred smiled, grabbing a towel and helping Arthur out of the water, wrapping it around him. Arthur remained quiet as Alfred dried him off and put fresh boxers on him. "You okay? You're really quiet…"
"Can I get back to bed please…?"
Both were sat up on the bed reading quietly. The silence was broken when Alfred started humming once more. Arthur recognised the song faintly but couldn't put a name to it.
"C-could you sing it louder please, Alfred?" he asked. Alfred blushed as he realised he had been humming. "Please? Contrary to whatever I've said before, you have a nice voice."
"Oh her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day," Alfred sang, making Arthur roll his eyes and smile.
"Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And its so, its so
Sad to think she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me do I look okay I say
When I see your faceThere's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are,"
"Alfred," Arthur said in a soft tone, shaking his head lightly and smiling warmly.
"Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she'd let me,
Her laugh, her laugh,
She hates but I think it's so sexy
She's so beautiful
And I tell her everyday
Oh you know, you know, you know
I'd never ask you to change
If perfect's what you're searching for
Then just stay the same," Alfred sang, Arthur pull him down and hugging him tightly as the lyrics hit home. Alfred finished the song, hugging Arthur back. The Brit closed his eyes and sniffed.
"You okay?" Alfred asked.
Arthur nodded as tears leaked silently from his eyes.
"No I'm not…"
"Yes, you are!"
"Fine, I am," Arthur said, sniffing again and wiping his eyes.
"You're… You're too nice to me," Arthur sobbed.
"I'm too nice to you?"
Arthur nodded and sobbed silently.
"How can I be too nice to you?" Alfred asked, putting his arms around him.
"You just are," Arthur said, holding onto him tightly.
"You have me majorly confused."
"I still don't deserve someone like you," Arthur said in a near silent whisper.
"What?" Alfred asked, stunned. "Arthur, why do you still think that?"
"Because you've done all of this for me… I don't deserve it for troubling you like this…"
"Trouble? It's not trouble, Arthur! I'd help you in any way!"
Arthur teared up more. "And that's why I don't deserve you!"
"And why not?" Alfred asked, making Arthur look at him. "You've helped me out! You have helped me more than I have ever helped you! This is honestly nothing compared to what you have done for me!"
"You were a little bastard sometimes…"
"Gee thanks…" Alfred said. "But, seriously… Stop thinking like that, cos I love you more than anything in the world, and I wouldn't want anyone else like I want you."
Arthur sniffed again. "Same here," he said, hugging him again. Alfred held him close, Arthur nuzzling his shoulder. The American ran his fingers through his hair and Arthur sighed contently. Soon enough, Arthur fell asleep against him, so Alfred laid him back on the pillows.
After a few moment, Vincent and Kyle hopped into the room. Alfred explained everything to them as they asked why Arthur was paler than usual and asleep. They nuzzled the sleeping Brit who woke up and stroked them.
"How long have you been feeling sick," Vincent asked.
"About a month really…"
"And you haven't said anything?" Kyle asked.
After a slight debate, Alfred had called his doctor and explained everything to him. The doctor said that he would arrive in one hour, leaving the nations and rabbits with their nerves.
One Hour Later
Alfred hurried downstairs and let the doctor into the house, leading him up to the bedroom where they found Arthur shaking.
"Stop the room moving, Alfred," Arthur said, his voice full of panic. "Please!"
Alfred sat on the bed next to him and held him, just in time to hold him over the bowl as he threw up again. The doctor watched, taking notes as part of his diagnostics. After checking him over once he was finished throwing up, the doctor gave him some medicine as on face value Arthur seemed to have stomach flu. Arthur took some of the medicine, slowly feeling as it helped his fever go down. He still felt a little sick though.
For a while, once the bunnies came out of hiding, they sat and discussed why Arthur could possibly be feeling sick for such a long period of time, also discovering that Vincent and Kyle were the nations' familiars.
"This is why I'm worried," Vincent said. "I have a bond to you, so it scares me when you're not well."
"I'm sure I'm fine though," Arthur said, scratching behind his ear. However, both rabbits and Alfred weren't convinced.
"That's a matter of opinion," Alfred said.
"I agree," the bunnies said.
"Yeah! So you gang up on me! I'm really feeling the concern!"
"We're not ganging up on you, Arthur!" Alfred said.
"Yes you are!" Arthur said, almost scowling at him.
Kyle 'smiled' softly at Arthur, but got snapped at.
"Why are you getting snappy with the bunnies?"
"Whatever…" Arthur mumbled. "Can I have another drink please?"
Alfred nodded and took the glass to the bathroom, listening carefully. Arthur looked at the bunnies.
"Sorry…" he said, tearing up slightly. "I didn't mean to scare you like that…"
"It's… okay, Arthur," Kyle said, concerned by this sudden change.
"Please don't hate me for snapping at you…" Arthur said, his bottom lip wobbling slightly. Both bunnies hopped over to him, assuring him that they weren't mad. Arthur cuddled them softly. Soon Alfred came into the room and put the glass on the table. "Thank you, Alfred… I… I love you, you know that?"
"Yeah, Arthur. I know! I love you too."
Arthur beamed at him, pulling him to a tight hug.
"I love you so so so so so so so so so so much!"
"I love you lots too, Arthur!" Alfred said, rubbing the smaller man's back. Arthur squeezed him tighter. "Ar… thur… Can't… breath…"
Arthur let him go quickly. "Oh God, I'm so sorry!" he said, tearing up again.
"Arthur, why are you crying?"
"Because I hurt you!"
"You didn't hurt me, silly! You were just a little tight!" Alfred said, smiling the special sweet smile. He wiped away Arthur's tears.
"I'm feeling better now," Arthur said.
"C-can I have something to eat?"
"C-can I have one of your burgers please?"
The room stopped dead. Arthur hid under the covers, blushing madly. Alfred agreed to make him the burger, and Arthur got out of bed and got dressed. He felt a little odd though, like his clothes were tighter. He walked downstairs, the bunnies hopping down with him for a drink, and sat at the kitchen table. Alfred put the burger in front of him and Arthur ate the whole thing, smiling happily as he did so. He smiled at Alfred then got up to get a cup of tea, noticing that they were out.
"You're feeling better then?" Alfred asked.
"Almost like new," Arthur smiled. "I'm just going to pop to the shops. We need more tea."
"No, Alfred. I need the fresh air."
With that he ran from the room, grabbed a jacket and hurried out into the street. Arthur honestly did need the fresh air, but he also needed to clear his head. He had been thinking about the reasons he could be sick for so long, and (though he didn't say it) one thing kept popping into his head. After getting his tea and putting it into his basket, he went to another aisle and bought a few of the same item. He went on to the self check out, paid and then went home.
Alfred was still sat in the same place as when he had left so Arthur went in and greeted him then edgily left the room and hurried upstairs. It was stupid, impossible, but he needed to be sure…
Alfred sighed, worried about the Brit's odd behaviour so followed him upstairs. He heard beeping and cursing from inside the bathroom, so listened out the door.
"Fuck fuck fuck… shit shit damn bollocks…"
Alfred had had enough so knocked on the door. "Arthur?"
"ALFRED!" Arthur said, clearly surprised. "Err… w-wait a minute!"
Alfred sighed. "I heard swearing and beeping. Unless you can magically censor yourself, something's not right."
"I just stubbed my toe is all…" Arthur lied pathetically, unlocking and opening the door. "You must have been hearing things."
"Arthur, please don't lie to me…"
"I'm not lying!"
"Right," Alfred said, turning to walk away.
Arthur's breath caught in his throat. "…Wait! Alfred…"
Alfred looked at him, but Arthur didn't know where to start. Both sighed.
"Here," Arthur said, handing over four white plastic sticks.
Alfred blinked. "Are these… pregnancy tests?"
Arthur nodded. Alfred looked down at each little screen, taking in the message on them:
..: pregnant - 4 weeks :..
"So, you're pregnant?"
Me: What is this? A cliffhanger? In the last chapter? You know what this means!
Alfred: A sequel?
Me: Yep! We thought the story would be too long, so we've split it in two. It should be up soon as most of it is planned out. Also, it's me and you guys know I like cliffhangers, so obviously I'd put one in the last chapter! Thank you for reading for so long and like usual, any reviewers who request a hug will have that hug in the first chapter of the next story. Don't worry, I will clearly label it as this stories sequel! :]
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Me: Sorry for such a lengthy chapter… It's the longest! 12 pages! :] See you in the sequel!
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