UsUk~ Somebody that I used to know

Chapter 6

(AN- Sorry about taking so long to update! School has started so i can't be on as much as i was during the summer, but i promise you im still here. Oh and im sorry if the story is getting confusing or anything! Just let me know, and i'll fix it :3 And I ran out of titles for my chapters, sorry >_

~After the meeting~

~Arthur's POV~

'America needs to talk to me about relationships. Oh. Okay. No big deal. Just keep calm-"

"Yo dude! You ready?" America cuts through my train of thought.

"Y-yeah. Just let me take my stuff to my place and we can go." We walk for a good two blocks and reach my apartment. Once inside, i set my stuff down. "Okay let's-"

"Can i use your bathroom really quick?"

"Yes. To your left down the hall..." I trail off, realizing America is already gone.

~Alfred's POV~
I head down the hall to the bathroom. Once I'm done, I'm washing my hands when I notice a razor blade on the sink, covered in blood. 'He probably just hurt himself shaving.' I try to turn my attention away, but I'm still curious. 'I don't remember seeing any cuts on him earlier, just his wrist...' I quickly shake away any thoughts of England self-harming himself. 'Its probably nothing, I'm just nosy.'
I  head back down the hall and we head out.

~Mini time skip~

"So... England. I was kinda hoping if you could help me with a little problem I have." He hums in acknowledgement, and i continue. "Well. It's about this girl..."

He falters slightly and i get concerned, but he  motions for me to continue. "Well... i think I love her. She's a bit rough in expressing her emotions, has really good looking eyebrows, and i've known her ever since i was small. But..." I look at him, he's like a walking statue; speechless and emotionless. I sigh. "I don't know if she feels the same. And i was kinda hoping if you could tell me what to do." He stops completely. I halt as well, looking down at him with concern.

"Tell you what." He looks up at me, emerald pools filling with tears. "You should tell her how you feel. I wish you the best of luck. Now," sniff  "if you'll excuse me." He briskly walks away in the other direction, never looking back once. I try calling his name, but he still doesn't respond.

'Oh Arthur.' It begins to rain, and i hurry into one of the nearby cafe's. 'If only you knew.' I order a hot chocolate, running my hand through my hair hoping i'll find another way to tell him.