Oh my god you guise! I'm so sorry I've been gone so long, but so much shit has been happening lately!

I went to Washington D.C., I had some personal problems going on, but I'm back now :3 so whilst I was traipsing up in D.C. I went to Arlington national cemetery, and got the idea for this story since I have no inspiration to currently work on my other fic, The Dark Red, Orz sorry for those waiting for an update, it might be a while still. Anway's, basically, this is a human au where Alfred plays the unknown soldier (MAJOR ANGST ALERT FOR LATER CHAPTERS) the first few basically follow him through early life and development of relationships within the Kirkland farm. So, I won't say more. Please enjoy, and as always, readers are much appreciated.

1904,winter December 21 10:12 pm, Kirkland farm.

BEGININGS

Dark, and cold.

"dear god Mary, it's a little boy!"

Ha-ha, what a funny way to talk.

"quick lads, help me get him inside!"

This place smells like hay, and warm milk. It's so soft and sweet.

"Arthur, go fetch some milk from Anna."

That tastes nice, not like the fire water those mean men gave me at the white room. Is that an angel?

"papa, will he be ok?"

Ha-ha, that angel talks like that big voice.

"I'm sure he will, Arthur"

The angel has a name?

Dark.

"ALFRED, WAKE UP!"

I sit straight up in bed. " oh, g'mornin angel." I smile. He huffs and walks across the room to the dressing cupboard. "must you really call me that, I've told you over and over, it's Arthur NOT angel."

But lord, did he look like one to me. his hair always seemed to cast a halo about the crown of his head when the sun hit it just right. And his eyes always seemed to light up with a light that seemed so holy when papa joseph played the guitar. Or when mama Mary taught him how to cook something. But then that was the first name I gave him. Angel. "-nestly, who oversleeps on their own birthday, is that natural here in America?" I snap out of my daydream just in time to see some pants hit me in the face, and Arthur draws back the covers. "I'll never understand why papa put me in charge of you." I dress quickly, that's right we were going to town for my birthday. Maybe I'll get the guitar Arthur was looking at and play it for him on his birthday.. or maybe a toy boat. That way we could sail it along the river. At any rate, papa joseph said there was a surprise waiting for me in town.

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The surprise turned out to be something I couldn't imagine. Papa joseph had found a family willing to take me in. I recalled the conversation he had with mama Mary.

"Mary, I just don't know how much longer will be able to keep him. The folks that I just talked to are wealthy, they'd be able to care for him better than we would." "joseph, what if he doesn't want to go? I've seen the way he looks at us when we hold him or the way he smiles when he hugs Arthur. He's such a sweet little boy, I don't know if I or Arthur could bare to part with him. Let alone anyone else. Including yourself joseph. I know it's for the best but how do you feel about it? He's as much our little boy as our own children." "damn it Mary, I don't want him to go but bills are piling up and son we won't have any heat for winter. God knows we can't stay in the barn all winter long with the gas heater, there's just not enough room Mary!" ….."Mary, don't cry, he's going to a good home. And, god willing, within a couple months, we'll be able to take him back. Mary, something's got to give, my darling."….."I know, joseph. It's just hard is all."

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.the folks who took me in were nice. They had a son about my age they said. was in the navy, and his wife sewed quilts for a living. Their son was nine, I was twelve. He looked like his mom and pops, with what his long wavy hair and big eyes so blue, they looked violet, or so violet they looked slightly blue, they said I looked a lot like him. But me and matt, we don't see it.

I haven't been back to mama Mary's and papa josephs house in months, when will the time come that I see them again? I love the Bonnefoys, but I miss mama and papa. If never see my real parents, I don't care. The barn will always be my home. I miss Arthur too. The games we used to play. Arthur. The angel with the dirty mouth. The one I shared all my secrets with. We had so many fun games that we never finished playing. Come back to me, angel.

Turns out things aren't too bad. I started school with Arthur that early fall. I think he lost all his breath when I hugged him. People around us thought were fighting when I nearly tackled him to the ground with my bruising hug. "idiot! This is junior high, and your nearly fourteen! What do you look like running in the school house screaming my name and tackling me like that? Bloody hell…" he rubbed the knot on his head and tried to ignore the boys sniggers as we walked down the hall together. I had so many questions how was mama and papa? Did the cow still have her shiny spot? Did papa still play the guitar after dinner? Did you learn any new recipes? Did they taste any better than the last time I tried your cooking? Don't hit me! It wasn't that bad! He huffed. "I'll tell you everything at lunch if you'd just be quiet for now. The teachers gonna smack us a good one if she catches us talking again." I promised to be quiet. And could hardly wait for lunch

Oh, how I longed for stories of home from the lips of my angel.

Tbc

Ok so that's all for now folks! I promise to try and regularly update this one, and try to light a fire under my butt by sending me ideas for chapter two of The Dark Red! Love you guys so much! Reviews are nice but you guys are better! Until next time!

~liz