Hello everyone.
This is a little story that I wrote for xXYoraXx . It was originally going to be a one-shot, but then I turned it into a two shot, and not it's like...I don't even know.
I know you wanted it to be kind of fluffy and sad, but I'm not sure If I can actually do fluffy, and I can't go sad without it being full on angst (sad no?) so I kind of approached it at a slightly different angle but I'm trying to preserve the original plot that you came up with!
I hope you like it! And I pray that everyone else enjoys it too!
Laughter.
He could remember it well, the sweet, childish, giggles echoed through in his mind as the memories played on the walls around him, showcasing the lives of two children: playing, holding hands, singing, laughing...
Together. Always together.
His memories of their time together was the glow which kept him trudging though the vicious dark cavers, the light at the end of the tunnel of loneliness...
This was not the sweet, childish, laughter that defined his childhood however, it wasn't the precious moment shared with a loved one or something that would provide him with fond memories in old age.
No.
This laughter was different.
It was the horrible, tormenting , and it cut him through to the bone, haunted his nightmares and forced its way into his mind. The laughter broke him apart, leaving him hollow, shallow and empty.
They no longer laughed together. In fact, one no longer laughed at all, for he was the prey of the cruel chuckles and tormenting cackles...
Being the target of hate and abuse wasn't new to him however, it was routine; something to expect, and over the long years he simply came to stop caring. He stopped responding, stopped listening, and stopped allowing it to bother him...
However today, something inside of him...snapped. Something inside of him told him to do it, something inside of him wanted to turn the tides, something inside of him wanted to break his daily routine, something in him wanted to break Alfred F. Jones...
So he walked on, a slight smirk plastered on his face as he ignored the comments, the whispers, and the stares; none of it was worth his attention. No. He had but one thing on his mind as he marched into the wolves den, vicious hungry eyes ravishing him, judging him with every step he took forward.
Yet he did not back down, in fact an audience would make it a show.
He could not hear the remarks of the others, or feel the glaring eyes upon him.
The student council president only smiled as he came face to face with his rival.
The boy said something , causing all those around him to laugh, to laugh wildly at his expense, at him, however the blond could hear nothing more than the sound of his own beating heart as he took the paper from his folder and pushed the thing forward.
He stood waiting, waiting for Alfred to take it and gaze upon the enlarged picture that the photo sheet revealed, but he did not. After a moment of impatience he thrust it forward into the hands of the taller blond, smiling once more as the blue cerulean eyes became wide saucers behind his glasses.
Curious on lookers sneaking glances and making snide remarks.
"Perhaps you should consider being honest with yourself love"
With that said, Arthur turned away. A triumphed smirk plastered on his face as he did so.
He could not hear the gasps or the calls after him, he did not heed Alfred's heavy footsteps rapidly approaching him, it was only when his hand was taken, when he was spun around to meet the blue eyes of his former friend did the world seem to come back to him.
"How could you do this to me?"
The Briton was quiet for a moment, as if looking into the hurt filled eyes of the American boy somehow stripped away his words.
It was only after his own eyes narrowed into small green slits that he was able to speak once more, his reply was whispered as Alfred's eyes widened.
"Come now Alfred, surly it's something that everyone knew already..."
"Come on Artie! It's not like it's something that everyone already didn't know!"
He remembered those words. Those cruel, inconsiderate, selfish words from so long ago. They came back and stung him in the chest like a knife wrenching out his heart. His lips parted, but no intelligent meanings came out. He only stared at the acid eyed teen before him as a small smile curled his lips.
However, realization soon hit.
Arthur's eye began to widen as he finally realized what he'd done and what effects it may render.
A mixture of shock and horror overcame him as he lunged himself at the taller teen, taking his hands into his own.
"Alfred..." He began softly. He looked into the heartrending, dejected, concave eyes of the man before him as his own filled themselves with worry.
Yet could not help but think to what had gotten them to this point...
Or perhaps that's only how it looked from the outside...
Hope you liked it!
Reviewing would be the icing on the cake for me!