Author's Note: So Cork here, haven't had the time to really sit down and write a fanfic in about forever. Or I had the time but I found that writing my original stories. So without further ado I present to you the latest story! (I may want to warn you, simply out of my schedule I doubt this will be updated very often. Most likely once a week or every other week.)
Alfred grinned pushing the ship to its limits. The sounds of his superior screaming at him, clinging to the wall for dear life were probably the best part about his job.
"What was that Boss? I can't hear you over the engine!" He said as the engine began to spark.
"Bloody hell! Just slow down we're not even in battle!" One British-accented Admiral Arthur Kirkland screamed before running up to Alfred, forcing him to slow down until they were peacefully sailing along.
"What was that for? I was having fun!" Alfred pouted.
"Have some fun another w-" He cut himself off feeling a hand grab his rear. "I don't mean like that you git!" He screamed even louder slamming his foot into Alfred's shin. Arthur proceeded to pry the hand of and went out of the room. "I don't want this thing going any faster! Save the fuel for once or I'll put you in the infirmary."
Normally this wouldn't have frightened anyone, but this ship was an exception. The last person to go in with a broken appendage came out having post traumatic stress disorder moments simply from the bedside manner. Although there was nothing less to expect from him, Arthur knew it when he first met him seeing the off-kilter smile and hearing 'I hope to see you all often' in the first thirty seconds.
A terrified scream came from the infirmary. Arthur sighed and stormed off to see when the 'good' doctor, as Alfred had taken to calling him, had done this time. He carefully opened the door to see him smiling at a terrified brunette.
"Come now Toris, don't you want to help me test the new-"
"Doctor, there's no need to test anything," Arthur snapped, standing just outside the doorway, always too afraid to go into the room while there was needle or really anything other than food in hand. A chill ran down his hand when the tallest man turned and smiled at him. "We… we aren't in need of anything that is in that vial or yours anyways." He looked stared back at the now confused doctor.
"…One day you may be, da." He said a bit of disappointment showing in his eyes.
"Ivan just let Toris go. That's an order." He barked and Ivan's smile had faded the tiniest bit, while he set the needle and vial down. Toris stood up agonizingly slowly in case him moving any faster would upset Ivan, and be the death of him.
"Hey Boss! Think we got a stowaway or somethin'! Do you think I could eat –" Arthur closed his eyes, blocking out the nonsensical blabbering spewing from the pilots mouth to the P.A system and into everyone's ears. Including said stowaway….
"Wait! That was smart." Arthur thought to himself, completely surprised to say the least. He ran up the stairs, and soon found Alfred leaning back in his chair casually talking into the intercom microphone, swiveling his chair from side to side. "Alfred, stop!"
"Oh…. Hey!" He grinned setting it down, spinning around three times before finally facing Arthur. "So do you think I could eat so-"
"The stowaway is more important than your bloody appetite! Now where exactly did you see them?!" He screamed, face turning red with anger. He stared at the young blonde look thoughtful for a moment and then gasp.
"Oh yeah! Him, he's in the engine room! So about me eating- Hey where are you going?!" He shouted watching Arthur walk over to a door and open in with more force than necessary. Both staring confused at a boy open up the engine, looking inside, goggles covering his eyes, Arthur stepped into the room.
"Oh, hi Admiral," The stranger said turning around his voice was barely heard over the loud sparking and whirring of the engine. "I can fix the problem when we land next."
"Who are you?" Alfred and Arthur asked at the same time.
"Matthew. You hired me… Alfred I'm your brother!" He said looking more than hurt while Alfred laughed.
"Dude, I think I'd know if I had a brother, seriously," Alfred interjected in between fits of laughter. Earning a glare that shouted, shut up before I make you, from the Admiral. "What you don't think I would…. If you had a brother working in the same 30 yards as you don't you think you'd know?"
"Just run a bloody search to see if we have a Matthew listed to be on the ship would you?" An exasperated Arthur snapped, looking at Alfred with another glare. Getting a grumble in return and the satisfying sounds of keys clacking away.
"Well, you hired him, I think. He's listed at least…. Oh my god he is my brother!" Alfred shouted, absolutely astonished. Arthur rolled his eyes and turned around, raising an eyebrow.
"'I think I'd know if I had a brother', he says. Well Alfred I'm making him your responsibility. Fancy that?" Arthur asked a smile on his face. "Now Matthew I leave you in the… hopefully capable hands of your brother."
"So Boss can I eat up here?" Alfred shouted, like as if he said his request loud enough, it wouldn't be cut off like the last ones. "Cause I bought something at the last port and I figured ya wouldn't mind me eating it on board since we're taking a stop tomorrow that it'd be-"
"No, no! You remember the unfortunate landing accident?" Matthew's eyes grew wide when the admiral brought up the scariest day of his life. Now he stayed holed up in the engine room in case something like an inadequately fastened screw happened to give way again. He subconsciously reached for his eyebrow which had nearly been burned off and took a deep breath, containing himself.
"Oh come on! One time soda sticks in the gear shift and you won't get off my back about it. It's not like I killed someone," Alfred said and looked to his superior before adding. "I didn't say nearly…. Okay how about this, I eat it with you in the room!"
"No. I tell you no every time you ask and yet you still don't get it. Why do you think that is? Are your brains made of hamburgers?" Instantly the statement was regretted when the pilot smiled and said I wish with grin on his face that could only be used for the purpose of childish fantasies.
"Wouldn't that be awesome?! I really wish that was true now," Alfred jumped forward when an open palm made contact with the back of his head. "What the hell!? I didn't do anything this time." He complained, sitting upright.
"Except miss almost miss the port. Go! Now! And sit correctly in your chair would you?! You'll end up flying into the windshield at this rate."
"Mother hen much?" Alfred said and rolled his eyes and begrudgingly stood up and sat back down, strapping himself into the chair. "Well get ready to land cause it's comin' up!" He said into the P.A system along with a chain of whoops and what one could call war cries until another smack was administered. "Hey! That hurts! Same spot and everything…" He trailed off and muttered before focusing back onto the planet ahead of him.
Arthur meanwhile stomped down the stairs, making sure anything of any form of value was safely tucked away. He looked into the infirmary and saw Toris and Ivan putting anything that had glass surrounding it.
Walking up to the kitchen he thrust his head in and saw anything sharp and pointy being put away and checking things off, as it was the standard procedure since the large doctor had seemingly taken the larger knives to use in another one of his 'experiments' that Toris still had not quite gotten over.
"So… uh…. We're gonna have an… interesting landing. Uh…. You see we have a bit of a problem. It uh… seems that theenginecaughtfireagainsodon''tknowwhy." He said forcing the last sentence out as fast as he could.
"What did he say, aru?" The cook said, looking over at Arthur who looked like he was about to throttle the next person to say something that even mildly displeased him.
"Not sure, though I'd strap yourself to chair. The fool must have done something wrong." He said looking out the window as the world below started to come closer at breakneck speeds. The least he could do was pray to God that he wouldn't die this time.