Arthur laughed, staring down at the crumpled Alfred. That would be the last time the ignorant American would back talk his superior. Arthur was the king. The only King.
"I'm the United bloody Kingdom! You'll all bow to me!" He cackled, his green eyes swollen and blood shot, his normally well cut blonde hair was ragged and stuck up like he hadn't washed or brushed in days.
Your highness, your highness how low will you go?
Do you dare say it to the cities of the world?
He may doubt the truth of it, but nothing excuses it.
When a man's pride is injured a drink or two is due.
Arthur downed another beer, gazing around the crowded bar. No one dared cross his path now, especially the other countries. Not even the bloody frog was bothering him now! This was perfect! He ruled the world again, just like he always did! The was he was meant to! The way it would always be.
I know it seems like it's impossible, just to stop it all.
And if you think I'm a mistake just break it off.
"Hey! Arthur!" Arthur looked over, his blood-shot green eyes meeting misty-blue. "Who do you think you are?!" Alfred was back, and he was mad. He just didn't understand! "You can't just knock the hero around without feeling the fire!"
"Won't you shut up you git?!" Arthur snapped, standing from his seat on a bar stool. "Can't you see you're nothing more but a bloody inconvenience for everyone?! I pitied you, I took you in in thought maybe you'd hate the bloody frog with me! Maybe share a few laughs now and then! But NO! You had to bloody leave! Just like every one else!"
"Don't 'dude' me! I'm your Superior! Your king! You'll do as I say! You all will!"
My entire life you were walkin out.
1,000 times now I've lost count.
This bitter taste you've left me with.
My blood on your hands is your final gift
Arthur kneeled, bowed over the body of his once-brother. His hands stained red, oh how he wished everything were red. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, the furniture. He'll make it red!
Arthur cackled as he slung his bloody hands everywhere. At this point even his own blood was thrown into the scarlet concoction. A sweet wine of iron and water, a spell bound fluid, the life of every living creature. He fell to his knees, tears of anguish and insanity leaking from his eyes and streaking through the red stains on his cheeks.
"I showed him... my little brother... that git! He didn't bow down! Bow down to your king now! But you can't! You're DEAD!" Arthur screamed, somewhat hysterical. "You're...dead..." The weight of his sin suddenly crashed down upon the self proclaimed kings shoulders. "I...I killed him... my little brother... dead...."
A dangerous upspring reflected on you,
Has the kids telling fairytales based off your lie.
The remorse of a prince who's mocked by his father,
A revolt to her majesty he bows out for life.
Arthur held the knife, stained by Alfred's pure blood, to his own throat. He had killed the dearest to him, his lovely little brother. Hed made the world bow down to him., he'd lived his prime. And now it was time he fell. And he did.....