Fool: England x Dead!Reader

Day after day,
Alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

In a town off in the English countryside, all knew of the man on the hill. Of course, those ignoramuses called him the fool, not that they ever bothered to get to know him or ask his story.

The man with messy blond hair and thick eyebrows sat up on that hill day after day, seeing the sun rise and fall out over the horizon with his eyes shining as brightly as emeralds held up to the light. But no one knew exactly what he was doing up there.

If they had asked the poor man, he would have told them he was waiting.

For you see, he actually had a very nice reason to wait up on that hill each and every day. And that reason was you.

Well on the way,
Head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
or the sound he appears to make,
and he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

One day a voice rang out and a man waved his hat and old fashioned bag at the man on the hill, his gait strong and unwavering as he made his way up. “Artie!” Alfred exclaimed, clapping his old friend on the back. “What’re you doing up here all by your lonesome, buddy?” Alfred had been worried about poor Arthur, the fool who’d lost near everything, almost even his name. All but his body, which remained on the hill. Arthur hadn’t always been very sane, and with the loss... “You’re famous up here, Artie!” Alfred said, taking his hat into his hands to watch the sunset. “They all knew just who I was talking about when I asked.”

“Oh, really?” he asked in a monotone, severely disinterested.

Alfred made a small sound of acknowledgement, the tweed patches on his coat on his knees as he rested his head in his hands. “Yep. Tell me why you’re up here everyday, man.”

“I’m waiting for someone.”

And nobody seems to like him,
they can tell what he wants to do,
and he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

“Who?” Alfred asked, now truly concerned. But it was starting to seem like there wasn’t anything left to do. He didn’t have the heart to put Arthur in the home, and this was killing him. They hadn’t always been on the best terms, so it really hurt him to see Arthur so out of it now.

The blond haired green eyed man had never been the same after he was separated from your smile.

“One day, a girl with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes will come out from the sun, walk down that path and take me away to someplace better.” Arthur said.

Ooh, ooh,
Round and round and round.

He said it with so much determination in his voice it scared Alfred.

Alfie stood, “Ah... But you...” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling so many conflicting emotions it hurt. “I should go.” He finally made his choice, the pain of his childhood friend so lost too much for him.

So he went back down the hill, throwing the fedora back on and muttering about trains.

“Go,” Arthur muttered, “just like she did that day.”

And he never listens to them,
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him,
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

A little tear escaped down Arthur’s cheek as he watch Alfred go down that old dirt road he still wanted to see you coming back on. Dressed in the white gown you were buried in, ready to take his hand and wipe away the little tears, all the trauma, and endless pain.

He would watch the world go by forever if he had to.

Always waiting for you to return.

Ooh,
Round

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