The song is 50 Ways to Say Goodbye-Train

It's a Fem!EnglandxAmerica thing! (I'm a UsUk person alright!...) HumanAU!

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My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I'll take the high road like I should
You said it's meant to be
That it's not you, it's me
You're leaving now for my own good

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Alfred's POV:

I got up from bed and yawned, reaching for my glasses on the nightstand. I put them on and looked over to my left, finding an empty space. I sighed.

'She's probably trying to cook again.' I thought.

I got dressed in my usual wear and waled downstairs, expecting to see Iggy in the kitchen but it was empty. I frowned, and looked around the house for her. I saw a note addressed to me on the coffee table and picked it up.

'Dear Al,

     My mother wants me to move back home, and I'm not allowed to go back to America for any reason. I'm sorry for not telling you, but I didn't want to hurt you. It's not that you're the problem, Alfie, I am and my mother said she wants me to fix it. I'm sorry, I love you.

                                                  -Alice <3'

I stared at the note and sat on the couch.

"Alice." I mumbled sadly.

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That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say

She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died  

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Alfred's POV:

"Hey man, why are you not noticing my awesomeness?" Gilbert asked, poking my cheek. I swatted his hand away and sighed.

"Lady problems?" Antonio asked. I nodded.

"What happened?" Francis asked.

"Alice is, um, gone."

"Oh man, amigo, I'm so sorry." Antonio shook his head. I raised an eyebrow, confused by what he meant.

"Wha-"

"How did she die?" Gilbert asked. My eyes widened. Shit!

"Oh, um, she...died in an airplane? NO wait, she um, died when tanning, er, quicksand, no um, we went surfing and there was a shark-crap it's December, I mean she fell off a high building and no one caught her, or wait, she..." I fell silent, blushing. They probably think shes really alive and I'll tell them the truth.

"I know, this must be a big shock that you can't remember, mon ami." Francis sighed, pulling me into a hug.

'They can't be this stupid can they?'

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My pride still feels the sting
You were my everything
Some day I'll find a love like yours (a love like yours)
She'll think I'm Superman
Not super minivan
How could you leave on Yom Kippur?

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Alfred's POV:

I sighed, it's only been a month and I can't get Alice out of my head.

"Hey, watch it." A voice said. I looked back and saw a woman glaring at me, she was cute, but Alice was cuter, plus I saw a ring on her finger.

"Sorry." I mumbled. The lady lost her glare and looked me over.

"You okay bud?"

"Yeah, just miss my girlfriend, she went back to England."

"Funny, my husband is in England too. I'm Amelia, named after Amelia Earhart."

"Alfred, named after Alfred Kinsey."

"He wrote a book right?"

"Yeah."

"Looks like we could both use a drink. I'll pay."

"I'll pay for mine."

---An Hour Later---

"And then when I woke up there was a note on the coffee table saying she had to leave!" I mumbled. Amelia sighed.

"That's rough buddy. Lets get you home."

"I'll call a taxi, thanks for letting me rant Amelia."

"No problem Alfred, good luck with Alice."

"Have a nice life with Arthur." I waved back, getting into the taxi.

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That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say

She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died  

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Alfred's POV:

"C'mon Alfred, it's been a little over a month, you have to get over Alice, eh." Madeline struggled, trying to pull me from my feet. I groaned and pulled my arms away from my sister.

"Unless Alice is outside that door, I don't wanna get up."

"She's dead, eh. Alfred, how did she die again?"

"She was caught in a mudslide...or eaten by a lion or, um, she was run over by a purple car...or she drowned in a hot tub, wait it's February, she was dancing and died in a nightclub."

"I'm starting to think you're lying Alfred." I sighed.

"I am. She went back to England, her mom made her."

"Alfie."

"DON'T call me that. Alice would always call me that."

"Then what the hell are you still doing here ya idiot, eh?"

"Huh?"

"Go to London and get her back you lazy arse, eh! Stop moping around and get on with it!"

I smiled, I love my sister.

"I will, I'll get her back."

"Good boy Alfred, and tell her I said hi!"

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I wanna live a thousand lives with you
I wanna be the one you're dying to love...
But you don't want to

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Alfred's POV:

I was on the plane to London when a thought crossed my mind.

'What if she doesn't want me back?' I shook it off and smiled. 'She will, we love each other, and no Mama is keeping us apart.' 

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That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say

She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies

She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died  

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Alfred's POV:

I stood outside Alice's door, the black velvety box feeling heavy in my pocket. I swallowed my fears and knocked on the door. The door opened and the first thing I saw were beautiful green eyes I fell in love with, open wide in surprise.

"Alfie?" She whispered, opening the door fully. I smiled, getting down on one knee. Her eyes widened even more.

"Alice Rose Kirkland, you are the love of my life. This past month was hell with out you, and everyone thought you were dead-long story-but listen. Alice, I love you, and I believe you're perfect the was you are. Will you marry me?" I took the black box from my pocket and smiled up at her. Alice had tears running down her face as she nodded.

"I-I-I will. I love you too." She sobbed. I stood up and pulled her into a kiss, putting her ring on her finger.

"Why did everyone think I was dead?" She mumbled.

"They misheard me." I mumbled back, pulling her in for another kiss.

"Idiots."

I smiled, holding her close. God, I missed her.

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So it was a draft but I finished it so I'll just leave this here. I hope you liked it though.