"...And that's the only way that you will get (y/n) to confess her love to you!" Alfred screamed into the phone.
"I-I don't know Alfred! That seems a little bit extreme..." Arthur said nervously, fingers tangling themselves in his hair.
"Dude, she won't confess otherwise! Come on, when have I ever been wrong?"
"Exactly. That's why IM THE HER-"
"I GET IT YOU BLOODY GIT!"
Arthur swiftly hung up and sighed.
'is this really the only way?'
Only one way to find out.
~~~SUPER TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY FRANCEY PANTS! Honhonhonhonhonho-GET OUT OF MY STORY YOU GIT!~~~
You plopped down on your bed with a deep sigh. What a long day! You spent the day cleaning your house because your mom is so OCD with the way she wants things done. Your phone started ringing, loud and annoyingly. You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, stretching to reach your phone.
"Hello?" You said, annoyance obvious in your voice.
"*huff* *huff* (Y-Y/N)!!!" you heard an obnoxious American at the other end scream into the phone.
"What's up Alfred? You sound like you've been running a marathon."
"*huff* NO! *huff* its... It's Arthur! He's not answering his phone, and I found a strange note from him in my mailbox! Did you get one?!"
You paused and ran to your mailbox. Digging through it, you found a mint green envelope with your name scribbled on it.
"Yeah, Alfred I got one."
"OPEN IT!! I'm scared, mine says 'tell (y/n) I'm sorry' WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"
You froze hearing him say that.
'sorry? For what?'
Quickly tearing open the letter, you read through it, smudging the still wet ink. It was a suicide note. You froze, ignoring the American's frantic ranting.
'Is he gonna...?'
"ALFRED. CALM DOWN. I have to go check up on him, hopefully he hasn't done anything stupid yet... I gotta go."
You slammed the phone shut and ran out of your house and towards Arthur's.
'Please don't let it be too late!'
~~~Ja another time skip, but France already got beat up like ze unawesome loser zat he is, so ze awesome me vill take you through it. Kesesesesesese~~~
Panting, you finally made it to Arthur's house. He didn't live too far away, but he didn't live too close either... You were about to start banging on his door when you heard a muffled gunshot coming from inside.
You burst through the door and fell to your knees at the sight of Arthur laying on the ground in a pool of blood. Bloody razor blades and half empty pill bottles scattered around his limp body, eyes closed, face expression sad and lonely. In his right hand sat a gun, freshly fired.
With tears in your eyes, you crawled over to him. You gently caressed his face with the back of your palm before pulling it back and slapping his face as hard as you could.
"You idiot! How could you do this to yourself?!" you grabbed the pill bottles and razor blades and chucked them across the room. You reached for the gun, and quickly slid it away from Arthur's body, as if it would somehow help him now. You crawled on top of him and cried, your face buried in his chest.
"How could you leave me here alone Arthur? I loved you... I always have..." You cried even harder as you clutched his shirt tightly.
You felt two arms snake themselves around your waist and pull you closer towards Arthur.
"I knew I could get you to confess, love."
You froze. That voice, is it really? You looked up from Arthur's now moving chest and saw the handsome Brit looking down at you with sorrow filled eyes.
"Sorry I had to put you through that love, but it was the only way," he said, rubbing small circles onto your back.
You just sat there crying harder until he pulled your body up more so that your face was level with his. His emerald eyes pierced into your (e/c) ones. His eyes fluttered shut and he pushed his soft lips against yours. You froze, not sure what was happening, but quickly melted into the kiss. You felt his tongue streak across your lips, asking for permission. You opened your mouth, quickly biting his tongue hard when he tried to enter your mouth.
"OW! What was that for love?" he squealed, trying to nurse it out of pain.
"THAT was for faking your own death instead of just asking me out," you giggled.
With that said, you quickly got off of him and casually strolled out of his house, not looking back once.
"Call me later Artie~" you called as he sat there, dumbfounded, still holding his tongue.
THE END. Or is it? Fusososososososososo~
No but seriously, it's done...