AGAIN DON'T READ IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR FLUFF
You couldn't sleep at all that night. Purple eyes kept haunting your thoughts, no matter how hard you tried not to think of
him. He's just a friend, you kept telling yourself. Just
his only friend
. No. You wouldn't think of that. Sighing, you got out of bed and turned on the television, in hopes that it would be able to bore you to sleep. Flipping through the channels, you couldn't find anything good, so you settled on the news. Just five seconds of listening to the anchorman started to make your head droop, but a sudden flash of bright color from the TV, reporting breaking news, woke you up.
Oh dear. Holy ShRoman Empire.
Arthur was missing.
* * *
The next couple of days, all the countries joined together, searching for Arthur, but to no avail.
It was Francis who found him. Arthur's heart had been ripped out. There was a pained expression on his pale face. His body was drenched in his own blood, a gaping hole in the middle of his chest where his heart would have been.
That was what was left of your ally. Your friend. Now you realized how important he had been to you.
Francis and Alfred made all the arrangements for the funeral, while you were just too distraught to do much of anything. During the time that Francis and Alfred were preparing, you stayed at home, huddled up in a thick blanket, not eating, sleeping, or doing much of anything really.
A tentative knock shook you from your thoughts. Just ignore it, you thought, but the knocking grew louder and more persistent. You walked zombie-like to the door, and opened it, having nothing better to do.
"Yes?" you asked dully, then looked up, startled to see purple eyes.
Ah, _______________. I was just wondering how you were doing because, well, you're my friend and all, and friends check on each other when they're going through difficulties, I think
?" said Ivan quickly, almost like he was
nervous? Despite your depressing mood, you smiled a small smile.
"Thanks, Ivan, I needed the company. Come on in," you said, looking down and realizing that you hadn't changed your clothes since you watched that news report. Ivan noticed, smiled a little, and handed you a bag. "My big sister Ukraine told me that you might need this
I'll come back in about ten minutes while you get ready, da?" and he walked out the door.
You looked into the bag. There were clothes in it. Sighing, you got into the shower, and tried to clean yourself and look presentable. You put the clothes that Ivan gave you on. They were a bit big, but whatever. You still didn't really have the mind to care about much, although you did appreciate Ivan checking on you.
The doorbell rang, and you went out to greet Ivan. You looked around your house, cursing a bit at all the debris and mess that had gathered up ever since you saw the report on how Arthur
left this world.
Anyhow, you let Ivan in, trying to smile, and led him to a chair at your table, telling him to wait a minute while you went and made some tea. Suppressing tears, you brought it over and tried to make small conversation, not really paying attention to anything that you two were saying. You noticed, however, Ivan watching you intently, worriedly. He seemed to be steering off of Arthur's
passing away on purpose, trying not to upset you. Suddenly, you could take it no longer. You burst out sobbing, and buried your face into your hands.
You heard the scraping of a chair, then felt a hand petting your back gently, and then hugging you. And you threw yourself into those arms for the rest of the day.