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Author Note: This One-Shot is from my Quotev account, so no copying has taken place and there is some gore in this story.
~ Arthur’s P.O.V. ~
I watched as you talked to my brother, Alfred. I was mesmerized by how your hair flowed with the wind and how your eyes were filled with so much happiness. Why do you hang around Alfred and not me? Is it because of our age? What does it matter if I'm three years older than you? It’s not that big of a difference, yet you still choose him. But you will be mine Y/N, whether you like it or not. Even if it means I have to kill my own brother.
~ Your P.O.V. ~
As you were happily chatting with your childhood friend and crush you notice Arthur staring at you from a distance. You waved your hand at the blond Brit gesturing him to come over and he did. As he walked over, you’ve noticed that he was glaring daggers at Alfred for an unknown reason but you just shrugged it off and continued your conversation with your American friend wh
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She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summers day
Found a letter from her son
In a war, far away
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It had been nearly four months since your little boy had gone off to war. He hadn't wanted to but that was the way of the draft. You sighed as you walked out the front door and down your drive way to your small rusted mail box.
The hinges squeaked and you pulled out a handful of white wrapped paper, shuffling through them you noticed mostly bill then one in particular caught your eye. Instead of a stamp there was a seal of the army and fear rose in your throat.
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If looks could kill, Arthur would be dead five times over from the glare that Antonio was giving him. Arthur held his cutlass up to Antonios neck.
Theres no reason to give me a look like that. I won fair and square.
Fair and square my asno, Antonio said, his Spanish accent thick, You snuck up on me you bastard!
Antonio squirmed, straining his hands against the rope that held them firmly behind his back.
Ive made sure youre not going to wiggle your way out of these ropes. Not after last time.
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Oh, how he envied him.
Austria would never leave him.
Never tell him a lie.
Never, ever, do the unthinkable.
The Prussian bit his lip, trying to fight back the urge to cry. Oh, he was so terrible! The deciet, the running around at night, coming in early in the morning. Reaking of beer, rum, sex--Did sex have a scent? He wasn't entirely sure on that one. -- sweat, and most importantly, him.
He was such a fucking pathetic excuse for a man.
Austria woke, turning his head towards the Prussian. "Gilbert, is everything okay? Why are you crying?"
Had he been crying? The Prussian wiped away the liquid on his cheeks, and tried to force a smile upon his