So, this story is going to be a trip to write nonetheless. Mostly USUK with some side pairings such as PruHun, Gerfem!Ita, Spamano, FrCan and the like. Story has it's sad moments and ratings may change later on ;P
I'm trying to keep pretty well to the facts, but I'm American, so excuse me if I get some things wrong. There are some historical tidbits I'll probably throw in for fun, but we're just see how this goes shall we? Also, I'll be throwing flashbacks in at random points to give you a background story. But if you've read anything I've written, you know that I love flashback scenes and they're common.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing and everything belongs to its respective owners.
Movie Night.
It was a sacred tradition in the Jones' household growing up, and Alfred F. Jones (the "F" is very important, mind you) had made sure to carry on the tradition well into his college years.
The final pop signified the end of the popcorn's time in the microwave, a glorious buttery smell wafting throughout the apartment as Alfred opened the microwave door and took out the steaming bag. Carefully, he dumped it into a large red Tupperware bowl and cradled the bowl into his arms as well as stacking similar bowls of various sizes, filled with pretzels and chips. Last but not least, a box of Whoppers and Sour Patch Kids were balanced on top of the teetering pile before he made his way into the living room.
The lights were already turned off as Alfred carefully weaved his way around the furniture, careful to not knock his shins against the damn ancient steamer trunk that his roommate used as a side table. Setting down his carefully stacked snacks on the worn coffee table before their battered leather couch, Alfred proceeded to arrange the snacks in an array to his liking before glancing over to the sleeping form sprawled out on their couch.
Pale skin stood out from the black leather couch, almost radiating a light of its own. The man was laying halfway across the couch, one leg hanging over the edge and an arm thrown over his face to block out the glow from the movie start screen on their television. He was practically naked save for a pair of black jersey shorts which was no longer an unusual sight. Being roommates for the most part of three years had taken away the shock of seeing his roommate traipse around the house in nothing but his birthday suit whenever he damn well pleased. Hell, having company over would barely move him to put on clothes. Although, it wasn't like Alfred had never seen another naked man; high school was spent exploring his sexuality (especially since the locker rooms tended to involve vast numbers of naked sweaty men) and three years of college spent confirming his sexual identity. Alfred was most definitely attracted to his own gender, but strangely enough, despite the attractiveness of his roommate there was no attraction there for Alfred. It helped that his roommate was straight with an active girlfriend too.
A small smile curled into Alfred's lips as he looked over the sleeping form before it turned into a devious grin. Glancing at the clock above the television, he watched in anticipation as the minute hand crept closer to the twelve. He was almost shaking in excitement when the clock finally struck the time, signaling the start of movie night. Launching himself onto the other's sleeping form, Alfred landed on the other's thighs with his hands on the man's chest, holding him down due to multiple experiences of waking him up. The arm shot off his face and showed an expression of surprise mingled with murder, red eyes flashing dangerously as he realized he was being held down by a buffoon. Alfred leaned his face into the Albino's with a large grin plastered over his features before abruptly being smacked in the back of his head by the free hand.
"Get the FUCK off of me!" Gilbert growled out as he shoved his American roommate off and onto the floor, where he landed in a heap with a loud 'oof'. Sitting up, Gilbert swung both of his legs off of the couch and rested them on his roommate's head before he could sit up, folding an arm behind his head, he grabbed the nearby Xbox controller and turned it on to start the movie. Shoving Gilbert's feet from his body, Alfred clambered back onto the couch next to his friend and flashed him another shit-eating grin.
"Soooo, what are we watchin'?" He questioned, eyes glued to the screen as the German hit the play button (Gilbert would kill Alfred if he heard him call him a German as he proclaimed himself to be 'Prussian', but whatever! That wasn't even a country anymore!).
"Texas Chainsaw Massacre." Gilbert replied with a devilish smirk, glancing over at his American counterpart with amusement as a horrified look overtook his face. And it was true; there was nothing but pure horror apparent on Alfred's face at the mention of that movie. Where the hell did Gilbert even get this movie?!
"W-what?!"
"Ja, it looked good, so I borrowed it from Sadiq. Whatcha so nervous about?" Gilbert's grin widened to the point where he looked like a Cheshire cat.
"Dude. That's so not cool. I hate this movie."
"Why? Have you ever seen it?"
"No way, and 'cause it really happened! Like around where I'm from!"
"Really? That makes it even better, ja? It should totally be awesome then, and besides, didn't you live everywhere anyway?"
"No, no, no, no, no, no!"
"Kesesesese, Come on, the super awesome us can handle a little movie about a madman with a chainsaw."
Glancing over at the albino on the other side of the couch, Alfred realized that he really had no opinion in the matter as the movie was already beginning into the open credits. "Fine..." he mumbled, turning his eyes to the screen. After all, he was the hero! And this guy was locked up and no one did things like that anymore or at least that he was aware of. The hero could handle this movie!
However, fifteen minutes into the movie when the girl pulled a gun out from between her legs and shot her brains out, both boys jumped and proceeded to clutch whatever was nearby in an iron-clad death grip. Alfred's hand shakily shoveled popcorn into his mouth and Gilbert's eyes were wide with a potato chip halfway to his mouth. Nervous laughter escaped the two students, but they continued on watching for the sake of not looking like a pussy in front of the other. But an additional fifteen minutes into the movie when Leatherface hacked up his first victim in a bloody show of gore and violence, a scream ripped its way through Alfred's throat to match the dying woman on screen. Moments later another person was murdered and Gilbert's scream joined Alfred's when the large American literally jumped onto him, latching on with his death grip and continuing to scream. It was then that the door to their apartment (which they had apparently forgotten to lock) swung open and nearly off of its hinges to reveal a figure standing in the doorway. The men's screams intensified at the sight of the figure as it stomped its way towards them, sending the American and 'Prussian' leaping over the couch; Gilbert running towards the kitchen to fetch a knife and Alfred trying to jump out of their apartment window.
A light flicked on suddenly in the living room to reveal a very pissed off Italian looking at the two grown men like he wanted to murder them and a confused Spaniard with a finger hovering over the light switch by the door. Gilbert stood poised with the knife in the air as he looked upon the Italian; Alfred huddled near the window holding a floor lamp with a terrified expression.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Lovino screamed at them, grabbing Gilbert's wrist and yanking the knife out of his hand before brandishing it at the Prussian. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO SCREAMING LIKE YOU'RE DYING?!'
"We were like totally watching a movie dude!" Alfred exclaimed, still refusing to lower in the lamp in case it was really Leatherface hiding in the Italian's skin.
"AND SCREAMING LIKE FUCKING GIRLS WHO ARE HAVING THEIR HEADS CHOPPED OFF?!"
"Lovi, calm down.."
"I WILL NOT FUCKING CALM DOWN! I SHOULD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE BOTH OF YOU!"
"Dude! We totally thought you were going to murder us!"
"I JUST MIGHT IF YOU DON'T QUIT SCREAMING LIKE A BUNCH OF DYING ANIMALS!"
"Kesesese, what did we interrupt to make you so mad Lovino?" At this, eyes fell to the half-dressed Spaniard who was moving to draw the angry Italian out of the room.
"Nothing!"
"Oh it was not nothing, Lovi! We were about to make sweet love, bu-"
"Shut it Tomato Bastard!" Lovino cut his boyfriend off by pointing the knife at him before glaring back at the two before him, "Start screaming again and you'll wish that you were fucking dead!" And with that the door of the apartment slammed shut, causing a vase on the steamer trunk to wobble slightly.
Slowly, Alfred set his lamp down in its place on the floor, turning an excited grin to his albino friend. "Wanna finish the movie?"
"Hell yeah!"
Once the movie was over and Gilbert had to forcefully pry his roommate from his body, the apartment was inspected a minimum of three times to make sure that all windows and doors were locked and their safety was insured while they slept, the two men had retreated to their respective bedrooms. Alfred crept cautiously into his own room, making sure to check his window, yet again, as well as his closet and under his bed. Once he was entirely positive that his room was secure, he picked up his Mac from his nightstand and seated himself on his bed. Once the laptop had booted, he logged onto his screen and pulled up his thesis. He hadn't gotten very far into it, but then the spring semester had truly just started. But Alfred was to graduate at the end of the semester with his Juris Doctor and then he was to enter the Criminal Justice program. Gilbert had graduated last year and was already into the full swing of his C.J. program and had the kindness to forewarn Alfred to get a head start on his final thesis. A creaking noise sounded outside of his door, causing Alfred to nearly jump off of his bed. The noise continued and after calming himself the noise ceased to sound like a murderer and instead sounded like Gilbert walking down the hallway. A heavy sigh escaped the American's lips as he glanced back at his screen, eyes skimming over the barely begun document.
He couldn't focus. Not with that movie still on his mind. Clicking out of the document, Alfred somehow found himself on Facebook. How? He had no idea. It was like something within him automatically goes, 'oh! Let's go peer into people's lives via social media!'. Alfred scrolled through the statuses, chuckling softly at the repetitive drama of people's daily lives. It was the same shit day after day. Someone was posting all of their scores from FarmVille or the like, someone was posting pictures of their kids, someone else was ranting about their previous or current relationships. Why he found himself on here, he had no idea. With another sigh, he clicked out of the site and shut his laptop, setting it on the nightstand once again. Rising from the bed, the American stumbled to the joint bathroom between rooms. The light was out, so Gilbert wasn't inside at the moment. Opening his door to the bathroom, he stepped in and flicked on the light, momentarily blinding by the sudden surge of bright fluorescent. Grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste, he proceeded to go through his nightly duty of washing his face and brushing his teeth. Stealing a glance at himself in the mirror, Alfred saw the soft honey colored hair falling about his face, the one piece that always stood up and proud (no matter how much he tried to tame it – he learned long ago that cutting it made it worse), bright blue eyes staring back at him from behind wire-framed glasses. Alfred was tan, extremely so, and how he managed to keep the Texas tan in the middle of winter in Massachusetts astounded him. But his mother was naturally tan, being a good third Cherokee, and he got her coloring fortunately. To be entirely honest, Alfred was handsome and some might even say beautiful with his toned body and Southern boy looks, but Alfred would generally disagree. It earned him a lot of advances and lovers, but it never earned him the relationship he wanted. A frown slipped onto his face as he stared back at the man in the mirror. Finishing up his nightly duties he hurriedly turned off the bathroom light and returned to his own room. Sleepiness overtook him in a sudden fit as the week's events finally caught up with him. Tumbling into his bed, Alfred struggled with his clothes until he was entirely free and curled up under his thick duvet in just his boxers. He couldn't evade sleep any longer, and maybe this time, he would have a pleasant dream instead of the faces of the people in his study cases.
England was always rainy. Not an aspect that a particular young American boy enjoyed, but he made do. After a scolding from his mother to at least put on some galoshes and a raincoat, Alfred managed to dash outside, boisterous laughter echoing from his throat as he dashed down their walkway and into the street. He trotted along the sidewalk as cars crawled by, an occasional wave to a car he recognized or to a random officer. Growing up as a military brat had some privileges, including traveling around the world. At the tender age of seven, Alfred had already been to three countries. Born in the booming city of Dallas, Texas, his family was quickly moved to Germany during the Gulf War and then after four years they had been relocated to Mildenhall in Suffolk, England. Alfred's father was a captain in the United States Air Force and was currently helping to train recruited pilots for the Royal Air Force. As to where a seven year old boy was running to in the middle of a storm, well that one was easy. Skidding around a corner, Alfred's target came into sight. The entrance gate terminal where a bus was currently parked and unloading. It was early July and Alfred's birthday was in two days, so his best friend had come all the way from London to come spend it with him! After making it inside, Alfred stood breathing hard under the awning as he awaited his friend.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, Alfred was beginning to get hungry. But a sudden flash of a familiar head of blonde hair completely shook the thought from him. A boy about nine years old was being escorted by an officer to the waiting area for a ride, but was nearly tackled by the force of a charging American.
"ARTIE!" Alfred cried as he nearly drove the other boy into the ground, earning a surprised expression from both the officer and the child.
"Get off me ya git!" The other boy laughed as he playfully shoved the bumbling American away, bending over to grab the bag that had flown from his hand at the tackle.
"Awwww come on Artie! It's my birthday!"
"Not yet it's not, you still have two more days. Patience, Alfred." Alfred grumbled softly to himself before acknowledging the officer standing by his friend awkwardly. "It's okay sir, this is who I'm going with."
"That's me! The heroic birthday boy Alfred F. Jones!" Alfred cried, sticking his thumb into his chest before wrapping an arm around his best friend's shoulders. The officer looked vaguely amused as he looked between the two boys. A small and very aggravated British boy no bigger than a stick and a loud boasting American boy – best friends indeed. But he knew who Alfred was, actually, he knew who his father was and that was enough for the officer.
"Would you like me to take you boys home?"
"Naw, we'll walk! Thanks though!"
"Alfred! It's raining! We would like a ride, please…"
"Aaw come on Artie! Think of it as an adventure!" And before the Brit had a chance to reply, he was whisked out of the terminal by his young friend, shouting at him as the American dashed down the street.
A/N: Did I confuse you for a moment? I hope I did! Bahaha. Don't worry, I'll introduce more of Arthur as well as other characters in the next chapter. This is just a bit of a teaser. Hope you caught some of those references. :D
Also, excuse me if I made some mistakes, I'm trying my best with some limited research.
I cannot get through the first thirty minutes of T.C.M., I get grossed out and freaked out. I know Alfred shares my sentiments.
J.D. Juris Doctor – it's a three year program for law school which then allows students to graduate with a JD and then go into a more detailed program of their choice.
Mildenhall is an USAF and RAF base in Mildenhall, Suffolk, England.
And I'm actually from Texas, so hah.
Review please! Let me know any errors, what you liked, what you didn't like, ect. Also, the reason as to why Alfred is back in America will become clear in the next chapter.