Face Down

Alfred sat in his bedroom, covering his sore eye. He felt his whole body sting from the torture he had just been put through by his so called lover, Russia. His eye was turning a deep purple and the cuts on his neck and back were bleeding. Why would he always let him have his way and never tell him to stop? Well how could he? Ivan would never listen to him, so he would put up with it.
He went into the bathroom and covered up his black eye with makeup and repeated in his head that it would never happen again. Before he could finish, there was a knock at the door. He quickly ran and opened it to find England on the other side. "Hey Iggy!" He smiled and waved him inside. Qickly, he looked outside to check if ivan was there, but he didnt see anyone so he closed the door.
"Hello Alfred." He looked at the shabby furnature and dim lighting. "I will never understand why you stay here. You could always come and live with me." He grinned and wrapped his arm around his shoulders and kissed the Americans cheek.
Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
One look puts the rhythem in my hand
Still ill never understand why you hang around
Alfred hissed in pain and put on a fake smile. "I guess some people wouldnt like it if I moved." His smile slightly broke, but he quickly put it back up.
"Are you still with Ivan? I dont know why you dont dump his ass and come with me. Im so much better for you." He looked into Alfreds eyes and saw one slightly tinted purple. Worried, he wiped the makeup away from his sore eye, exposing the black eye. "Did he do that to you?"
I see whats going down
Cover up with makeup in the mirrior
Tell yourself its never gonna happen again
"I-its fine. It wont happen again. I was just being difficult and he needed to teach me a lesson."
Arthur could have cried from the sadness in Alfred eyes. How could anyone dream of hurting him? "No one should hit you. No one should treat you badly. You deserve so much better."
"He loves me, he would never do anything to hurt me."
You cry, alone
And then he swears he loves you
"He doesen't love you! I would love you like he never would! I actually care for you, all he sees in you is a sex toy. He is using you for his own personal gain, the he is going to dump you on the corner!"
"You dont know Ivan!"
"I know him better than you do! Ive seen all of so called lovers get beaten half to death and get left out in the street once he found someone else. Please you have to listen to me. I care for you and I want you to be happy."
"I am happy!"
"No your not! All you feel is the fake wall hes put up to make you stay!"
Alfred knew that Russia was just using him, but he had way to much pride to admit it. "...I know." He broke down into the english mans arms, hidden tears falling from his sapphire eyes. "Why can't I leave, Iggy. I always try, but I end up following him again. I dont want to hurt anymore."
"You wont have to hurt if you would be with me."
"I want to. I want to be with you. I want to leave him so bad, but I just can't." A knock came from the door, startling both of the men. "Oh no. Hes back."
Arthur quickly hid in the closest closet, hiding from the russian.
The door opened, revealing Ivan holding his famous lead pipe. Alfred could smell the vodka on his breath.
"Welcome home, Ivan." Alfred put on a fake smile, trying to hide his tears.
"Well hello. You waited up for me, da?" Ivan smiled, grabbing him by the shoulder. "I need you now." He pushed him against the wall and grabbed his wrists with bruising force. "You like this, da?" He threw the boy onto the floor, grinning as his body hit the ground.
Do you feel like a man
When you push her around
Do you feel better now
When she falls to the ground
Alfred remained quiet, avoiding his gaze and sneakng looks toward the closet. He silently begged for Arthur to come over and save him.
His thoughts were cut off by a foot making hard contact with his cheek. "I dont hear an answer from you."
Arthurs body shook with rage, seeing someone hurt his Alfred. He wanted to barge in and save the poor boy. He saw a look the american shot him and he couldnt take it any more. He ran out of the closet and tore him away from the intoxicated russian and ran out the door. He pushed him into his car and stepped on the gas. He made his way toward his house as fast as he could.
He looked over to see what Alfred was doing. He was sitting there, shaking. How could he let him live like that? He gripped the wheel hard and pulled into the driveway.
"W-whats wrong?" Alfred shaky voice cut through the silence.
"O-oh nothing." Arthur let go of the steering wheel and unlocked the doors so they could both get out.
"Im sorry, Arthur."
"Sorry for what?"
Alfred looked at him with the saddest eyes anyone could picture. The sight of the poor youth completly broke his heart. Why would anyone make those blue eyes lose his precious youthfulness and joy and replace it with this horrible cloud of dispair.
"For making you have to go through this just for me."
"Alfred, like I said before, I would do anything for you if it ment you are ok."
For the first time in a long time, a smile spread across Alfreds face, bringing back the glow that Arthur loved.
"I love you Iggy."
"I love you to Alfred."
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