England: *bites his lip harshly as he presses his palms to his eyes to prevent tears falling*
“You idiot…y-you…why?! Why did you leave me? Us? What are we supposed to do now? What am I supposed to do? I…I thought I hated you…but I don’t…”
Arthur would be so conflicted, all of these years of saying he hated his brother would come rushing back to him and he would feel sick. He never meant it, he never meant any of it. He would try not to cry, but wouldn’t be able to stop himself from falling to his knees and sobbing. He loved his oldest brother, he truly did…but now he would never get the chance to say it out load. Arthur would hate that they left things on a horrible note and would mentally tear himself apart. He would be scared…scared to go on without his older brother guiding him, scared the others would blame him, scared to lose any more of his siblings… Arthur would make sure to stop by and see Alistair as much as he could…and some days…he may just pour a pint out for Alistair.