[ A/N: My notes are at the end of the chapter, enjoy the fanfiction! ]
Arthur, a young British man in his twenties woke up one morning, did his usual morning routine and opened the sliding glass window to his balcony with his morning tea, which was English Breakfast of course, it was the only half-British thing he owned while living in the big city of New York. He looked down only to suddenly get blinded by a quick flashing white light from below. He stumbled backwards causing some tea to spill on the balcony floor.
"What the hell?!" He shouted in shock.
A voice spoke up from below, "huh? Did I take a picture of someone?" A young man with golden hair that gave rise to a single thick, goofy cowlick looked up, he was wearing a pair of dark shades and carrying what seemed like a professional camera in his right hand, and some sort of stick in his left hand.
"Of course you did you twat! What on earth are you doing?! You made me spill my tea!" The British man spewed full of irritation.
The young man chuckled and covered the big lens that the camera was attached to.
"Oh, sorry man! I just felt that a kickass picture could be made if I shot towards this direction!"
Arthur made a disgusted look. "Kick-ass? What on earth does that mean? I've been here for only a month and I've already been interrogated by this...'American lingo'"
"Well, British dude, it's kinda means like awesome...or nice! All I felt is that a shot this way could make a very nice photograph! You just happened to be in it..or..where meant to be in it!" He winked as he smirked.
Arthur slightly blushed at the comment.
"Everything happens for a reason! I'm sure my brother will like this " Said the American enthusiastically.
"It's Arthur, not 'British dude'... and do you not know it is not good to take pictures of random strangers without asking for permission?"
The golden haired man frowned. "Hey! I'm blind you know! I'm sorry for taking a picture of you. I'll make sure to delete it when I get home."
Arthur was hit hard, he had no idea he was blind, he felt terrible.
"I-I'm sorry...I didn't reali-"
The American put up a generous smile.
"It's okay, I get this all the time!"
"No...really, keep it if it makes you feel better..."
The American grew even happier. "W-wow really?! You're the first person in a while to make me keep it! Thank you, Arthur! My name's Alfred! Alfred F. Jones by the way, hope to see ya around!" He said cheerfully and walked away joyfully. Arthur turned around and sighed, he now had to clean up the mess on the floor. Damn Americans.
"Felt it?! ...How on earth does that boy take pictures if he's blind..?"
Later that day Arthur managed to run out of Earl Gray tea, a "fateful moment" as he called it, he decided to go out downtown to go and get some more at this awfully convenient tea shop that was close by. A shortcut was a stroll through Central Park, he was quite hesitant, since the last thing he wanted was to get photographed again...or was he being a little cocky? Nevertheless, he continued, the man groaned as he walked into the large opening leading to a large fountain, it was sure crowded for a Sunday morning. Right when he was casually walking in front of it, he felt the sprinkled water prickle his skin, slightly wetting his hair, the sun was perfectly shining down on him.
A mildly loud 'snap' was heard from a distance,
"Oh bloody hell, this better not be me." He mumbled, slightly aggravated.
Arthur tried to locate where the snap was coming from, until, of course, he saw the same blind American from earlier, Alfred was his name, yes?
Alfred covered his lens once more and walked towards the fountain, he came up right next to Arthur and without noticing his presence, he took off his dark shades. Arthur tried to catch a glimpse of his eyes with curiosity, but couldn't, the American's eyes were already shut, Alfred was washing his face with the water from the fountain, splashing water on Arthur during the process.
"Alfred?" Asked the Brit.
Alfred stopped and quickly dried his face. He opened his eyes and looked up to where the voice was coming from.
His eyes, they were a beautiful sky blue, but clouded too. Arthur stood there looking at him in awe.
"Uh, did someone say my name..?"
Arthur snapped out. "Ah..uh yes, yes it was me. Sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Nothing, nothing at all, I just couldn't help realize you were here. Did you feel a shot?" He teased.
"Yeah I did, it felt like a really nice one, I'm sure that when my bro sees it he'll be proud! I just wish I could see them..."
Alfred lost his smile, he really wanted sight. Arthur tried to reassure him, "I'm sure you will regain your eyesight one day, Mr. Jones, don't doubt it for a second." Smiled Arthur.
Alfred looked up at him once more with his cloudy, blue eyes and warmly tugged a smile. "Thanks, Artie, but I'll prove to everyone that you don't need eyesight to take pictures! It's kinda weird how I ran into you twice though.. If you're in another picture it must mean something right?" He chuckled.
"It's Arthur, and yes, it would be quite unusual. Well, Alfred, it was nice seeing you." Rushed Arthur as he nervously laughed.
Quite surprised, Alfred hurriedly said goodbye and heard the British man's footsteps go by. Arthur was bright red, he did not want anybody to see him. Why does that American keep saying things like that? It was driving him insane. Maybe he was taking it too seriously. Just Maybe. After all, he had just known him for a day, a long, long day.
[ A/N This is my first fanfiction! Please leave comments! I'd like to know what you think! I hope you enjoyed it. Oh, and do you think I should put less dialogue or keep it the same? ]