What am I doing here anymore.... There's no point.

After all that I'm depressed. About what? Who knows. No one would care what exactly. If someone did it would be to hard to explain. This teacup is my life. If the teacup shatters, with no piece in sight. That's the end. The tea pouring in is the memories and feelings. So life is about a cup of tea, the warm liquid pouring in is all the bad things that happens. Otherwise known, as hell.

Why am I here? There's no one who loves me. Not even Arthur.... He to afraid that I'll go....go... Insane again....

Right now.... I'm having a cup of tea, pondering of how I'm going to kill myself.

"Alfred, don't think like that...."

Go away.

"I know you don't want to hear me but...."

I said, GO AWAY.

"IM TRYING TO HELP YOU-"

Have you tried to help me enough...? This is the reason why I'm in this hell.

I continue to sip my tea.

"Try talking to people.... Maybe even Arthur."

Then it was gone.

Talking to people? HA! Who would talk to me?! Arthur? Not even close!

"It's right you know.... You should start talking to people."

What?! Is that?

Who are you and how did you get in my house?!

"Oh me~? I'm Arthur. The one you love~."

No! I shake my head this isn't real!! How would he know what I was thinking!
I set down my tea and stood up.

Why are you here?

"I have a tracking device on your leg. So I know your every move~"

A tracking device?!

That's creepy you know.... Arthur. Who exactly are you?

He chuckled, "Oh~ just a simple British man tracking down a Hitman~!"

Hitman? What are you talking about?

"At first I suspected you as the one and only Hitman Jones, but at first I doubted it was you but as all my evidence turned all the way to the only Alfred F. Jones. So I caught you and knocked you out so you would never know what would happen~!" He smiled.

Me? Never! I don't even know the skills to be a Hitman!

He frowned, "Oh phooey! I must of used to much then~. All this time of locking you up in that place you forgot how to be a Hitman. Aw...."

....what?

"You are Hitman Jones. I KNOW ITS YOU. There's no point of lying! I'm the one who had that little story of how you were framed and that silly little cup of tea! You never even loved me in the first pl-"

I slapped him. I was done with his shit.

BASTARD.

"Oh I'm the bastard now? Then, you were the one who killed all those innocent people then."

SHUT UP.

"Stop lying, you do remember how to be a Hitman but this is all a little act you're playing. Get a gun and fight if you hate me."

What is he doing? I studied him if he had any weapons on him. He had a knife. Now I know he's going to assassinate me. I remembered that I had a gun in the far left drawer. I walk back to get it.

"Are you afraid mister "All mighty Hitman Jones"? Because you look like it."

I'm not scared! I'm not afraid of you!
I bring out my gun. It feels so familiar somehow... Like I actually know how to use it. Then I felt a burst of sadness.

"Hm...~ you are Hitman Jones then. Then I should properly introduce myself the British way, I'm am Arthur. Arthur Kirkland and don't you forget it! I'm a high trained assassin to kill all the bad people in the world!"

SHUT UP KIRKLAND.
I felt like.... This happened before. Felt like a dream. The ripples of the drops of tea make in the cup are the dreams. Sometimes bad, sometimes good. In another universe. Maybe he is right, I am Hitman Jones. I heard all kinds of stories about him! But I've never known he could be me!! I heard Jones can kill all the bad guys and all that and I thought it was so cool! That's all I remember.... Am I really the Hitman Jones?

"Me? Why? Am I bothering you~?"

Yes you actually are Kirkland. YOU INTERRUPTED MY GOD DAMN TEA TIME.
And I shot the trigger. It felt so natural to shoot. He dodged it like he always do- wait, does?! What do I mean 'does'?!

"Oh my~. He shot! I never thought he would do it. I thought he loved me~. That's to bad. Now it's my turn." He lunged to stab me with his knife and I dodged it.

What am I doing?! Is this real? Am I actually Jones?!

Just one slip up can shatter my cup. The teacup is a fragile thing if it drops it breaks. Just one cut can basically shatter it. And all the tea inside it will pour out with it. The beautiful teacup, colors and all. Everyone has one. All you need to do is look inside....

STOP. This isn't right! If we keep going on like this the teacup will break!

He looked around, "What? What teacup."

The teacup that represents our lives! They are precious and fragile. Do you want to break it?

"Wha-"

ANSWER ME.

"No...."

Then don't brake mine! It's a beautiful teacup if you just look inside-

"Why would I not brake yours? You deserve to die."

Then he shattered my teacup. All the colors and feelings, are shattered. The tea slowly spills out of the cracking cup. If you brake my cup then I end. If the pieces are no where to be found, then I truly die. Their are many ways to die, and here is one of the ways.

"Alfred! Don't give up!"

The voice I've always been hearing. It's here.

"You have a chance! There's an opening to shoot!"

Is it cheering me on...? I slowly open my eyes and get my gun and on my last breath I shoot. I hear him fall in pain. He's still alive but injured. This is the life of a American and a British man. The world has secrets and it may be ugly but.... It's beautiful. If you truly look at it. It's beautiful.

Life is like a teacup. The shell is the body, and the tea pouring in is the memories and feelings. And when it shatters it's silent and tragic. No one to hear, no one to see. The colors and designs.... Makes it the most beautiful teacup of all.

And that's when it all ended, All because of a cup of tea.

I close my eyes and then I smiled. This teacup has a beautiful end. As the last Piece disappeared....

||A/N this is the end of this fanfic! I hoped you enjoyed it IM SORRY FOR FEELS I hope it wasn't to cheesy but I tried by the way this whole fanfic is in Alfred's eyes. I really hoped you enjoyed it and.... I'll be in the emo corner now crying about this. BAI~!