They say Alfred F. Jones is a bad boy. They say he's tainted, a wannabe rebel, some boy that disregards the rules (the crooked rules) that society wants him to follow. A completely dirty little speck, an eye-sore on the porcelain skin of the world.
They say he's a bad boy.
They say he'll ruin your life.
They say he'll end up killing himself – and you, too.
Arthur Kirkland begs to differ.
He shouldn't like bad boys, bad boys like him, that Alfred F. Jones. Someone as good and sophisticated as himself shouldn't be seen with a rugged, pathetic dog. Not good for the reputation that comes with the Kirkland name. You're gonna get dirtied and spat out – just like him. Ripped and torn to shreds all thanks to that boy, the boy they know nothing about.
They don't understand.
They won't understand.
He's bad, Arthur Kirkland. Up to no good, that boy. You shouldn't trust him – don't trust him.
And yet he has placed all of his trust within him.
They say he's incapable of any emotion towards anyone (isn't it because all of his love and devotion is being directed to him, Arthur Kirkland?) They can't see the sadness and pain within those hollow blue orbs. They can't see the tears that trail down his scuffed-up face every night. They can't see the way Alfred holds onto Arthur at night, begging for the green-eyed angel to stay with him for eternity, never leave, please, please, please, never go. They don't say, "Isn't he hurting? Isn't he hurting?"
Only "Isn't he trouble?"
"Isn't he trouble?"
"Isn't he trouble?"
It's wrong, they think, for that good Arthur Kirkland to show sympathy, pity, love to that bad Alfred F. Jones. Horrid, despicable, everything in-between. They remain ignorant, disbelieving, of the bright light that shines deep within that darkness.
They can't comprehend what Arthur Kirkland comprehends.
And thus, he's a bad boy, getting ready to ruin that good boy's life, not knowing that the bad boy is saving that good boy's life, and vice versa. They only see the outside through cracked lens. What a shame, what a shame.
They say Alfred F. Jones is a bad boy.
Arthur Kirkland likes bad boys.
Hey, 'tis be Mika here. So, recently, I'd started watching Hetalia. A friend told me about it once before, but I'd never really watched it until now, heh heh. I freakin' love it. I'd recently finished Axis Powers, and I'm now watching World Series. I'm really into this anime right now. I've been down and out and just overall dealing with personal problems lately, and watching Hetalia seriously brings me joy. I can't help but grin whenever I watch it. I'm really loving America and England (the two being my favorite characters so far and as my number one pairing in Hetalia right now). Latvia and Sealand are favorites, too (they're so adorable~). So, I wrote my first Hetalia fanfic. I think it turned out well…I think.
So, uh, yeah. I'm still on a hiatus, though – I need a bit more of time to myself before I continue my other fanfiction endeavors.
See ya next time~