The Bloody Sword of Reality Ch 7 (Hetalia FanFic)

Arthur could tell that she was terrified. As Amelia began to tear up, she began to whine. "Alfred I am not even close yet. You don't need to cry, it will be alright love". he said ruffling her hair. Amelia opened her eyes and wiped away the tears.

    "Can I hug you while you do it? It would take my mind off of the pain". She said breaking into a small grin. Arthur blushed a little but nodded, and proceeded inch closer to her wound. Amelia closed her eyes and wrapped her non injured arm around his back, resting her head on his shoulder.

   Then she felt it. A sharp prick was felt on her bicep. Amelia let out a cry of pain as she hugged Arthur tighter. He began stitching the wound up faster, maybe to cause less pain. It helped a little, but she hugged him tighter, signaling that it didn't help much.

    "I'm going as fast as I can Alfred. It's alright love you will be fine. Besides, you have me right?" He said smiling. Amelia's heart began to beat faster. She had only known him for two and a half days, but she had the feeling that she was falling for him.

    "No I will not fall in love with him. I can't. Impossible. What would Madeline think? That I'm just some rowdy teenage player looking for attention." She thought. This definitely took her mind of the pain.

    Amelia kept thinking of Arthur and her together, and began to feel sick.  As he finished stitching her arm up he tied a knot and cut the excess string. He let out a sigh of relief and put his needle down on his desk.

    Arthur looked at her arm and began to boast. "That's not half bad old chap! Very impressive if I do say so myself!" he said, looking down at Amelia who was still hugging him. Without thinking, he reached his arms around her back and pulled her into a loving embrace.

     That was too much for Amelia. She pushed him off and walked towards the couch. "If you do that again I think I might loose my lunch artie" she said collapsing on the love seat.

     Arthur frowned and crossed his arms, blushing. "We'll excuse me mate I was trying to be endearing". He said pouting. "Look eyebrows it's really weird when a guy hugs a guy. Especially a guy they captured about two and a half days ago" Amelia said reasonably.

     Arthur came over and sat next to her. "Give me your arm again. I need to look at it for a moment. Amelia hesitated, but gently moved her stitched arm onto his lap. As he caressed the stitching with his finger, his eyes slid down her muscular limb, stopping to stare at a small scar in the middle of her arm. The scar formed what appeared to be the shape of two initials. A and K.  

    His heart stopped. As he stared at it for a good five minuets, his heart began to beat faster and faster. Deep down inside him, he began to remember that fateful day. The day that he began to kill innocent people. The day he became a true pirate.