AteKake: Okay, so this is my first Hetalia fanfic so I hope that this is a good story. w Anyway, why don't I try this out and let's see how much people like this fic.
Warnings: This may be a longer story with long chapters. Things may seem fast at first, but you should read on to find out why. ;) This is unbetaed (How do I spell this I don't even-) and this story is written purely by my limited knowledge. I am from the U.S. so expect my different terms for things in the U.K. (where the beginning of this story will take place). Also, I do not really know of many terms there as well, so I apologize for my stupidity.
This story is USUK, don't like, please don't read. There may be other pairings as well, especially watch out for these specifics: GerIta, Spamano, Sufin, Dennor, and perhaps more based on how this goes. Keep in mind that I tend to have a major OTP and will most likely write about them (in this case, USUK).
This plot may seem a bit simple at first but there is a very complicated plot. Although, there will be character death and even some unexpected hinting to some life beyond death. Angst will be there, as well as moments of fluff. There may be even a few plot twists! Expect the unexpected! XP Mainly there will be character backstories explained in this chapter, and even more explaining when things get a bit confusing.
May contain lemon later on (still procrastinating about this).
Well, here goes with the first chapter.
Rain. That's what always fell from the skies of London, England. You could hear the small pounding of the water droplets on windows, creating a small and minor rhythm. Staring out the window of his small home, Arthur Kirkland looked at his phone. 8:23 p.m. A simple sigh escaped his lips as he looked back out the window, worried and almost in a trance of concern.
Nowhere to be found. Where is he? Doesn't that git know that he always worries about him? These were Arthur's thoughts as he thought back to this morning, barely even knowing that his companion had left the house very early in that day. All that the Briton could remember were the loud rumble of his signature motorcycle and a small 'I love you,' before the closing of many doors.
Arthur sighed once more, looking down at the small angel wing necklace that his lover had gotten him. Where was that idiot that he loved? He kissed the wings, thinking a small prayer of protection and asking any higher power to watch over the one who had given him the necklace.
A few more patters of rain on the window still. Hypnotizing. Arthur snapped out of the small trance of worry, shaking his head to wake himself up. A bit of an annoyed sigh escaped his lips, "Keep calm and carry on, Arthur, keep calm." The Brit then looked at his phone once more, bringing the device closer to him. He unlocked the phone once more, sifting through his messages and contacts.
Alfred F. Jones 3
A small smile came across his lips.
The small joke that Alfred had played on him came into mind: The two were simply adding each other's number to a phone and Alfred, being as cute as he was, put a heart by his own name. The American boy winked at the Brit before walking off with a large smile on his face and a signature boisterous laugh.
From there, the two met up again and again. From small cafes in London to even meeting up all the way in Wales at the beaches, those two always loved to see each other's face. Arthur drifted away from the concern, thinking about what the two had and would do together. Heck, on one of their dates they went to ride the London Eye, took pictures by Big Ben, and even visited Buckingham Palace while the Queen was within it.
Alfred. That cute, goofy American who had met him accidentally in the streets.
Rush through the streets to get to class on time. Bloody great, being tardy was the worst thing that Arthur could possibly be. Punctuality was the Briton's life and being a student at the local university, learning about the complicated subject of law. And to be a lawyer, who was late for class, was a horrible thing to be in Arthur's mind. A click of a button and he saw the time: 7:23 a.m. A panicked gasp escaped Arthur's lips as he began picking up his pace. People around him were rushing as well as the horrid Monday started.
Just make in time, just make it on bloody time he thought.
Not looking at where he was going, Arthur felt a strong force bump into him, causing the male to fall back and onto his rear, dropping a few books in his hands. He had closed his eyes during the fall, hearing someone panic over him. "Ow, bloody hell," he mumbled lowly with an annoyed tone of voce, cracking one eye slightly open.
Looking up, he heard small rubbish come from the man who had bumped into him. "Oh crap, sorry bro. I didn't mean to bump into ya'," said the assumed American based on the heavy accent and American slang.
Arthur paused for a bit, looking over the American and seeing all of his features: A tall dirty blond with a good face and a pair of glasses. Although, his clothes were more than informal and not suited for the rainy weather of London. The Brit gave the American a small glare, although he collected his books off of the ground, looking away from the stranger. "It's quite alright," he said with a bit of an annoyed tone.
The American dropped right away onto his knees helping Arthur pick up his text books off of the ground. Arthur stopped, watching the stranger help him. Said person looked up and smiled at him, handing the books that he had picked up over. "Sorry again for bumping into you. Totally my fault, dude," he said with a nervous laugh.
Arthur looked over the books before hesitantly grabbing them from the American. Accidentally touching the other's hand, he blushed a bit and quickly pulled his hands away and brought the books back to his chest. "Thank you," he said in a small tone, eyes diverting back from looking at the books and then at the stranger. He gulped nervously, checking his phone, "Bloody hell!"
The stranger looked at him and beamed, laughing loudly. "Well, I assume that you're late for something, but here," he said as he grabbed the phone away from the Brit's hands. A small noise of detest came Arthur, although the stranger visibly ignored him. A click from the phone indicated that it was unlocked as he began typing in a number quickly into Arthur's contacts and leaving a note. The American tossed back the phone to Arthur, helping the Briton up off the ground. He smiled starting to walk away from Arthur with a wave. "Check your phone and hopefully we will see each other around," he said cheerily with a wink.
The stranger laughed loudly as he walked away, leaving Arthur dumbfounded. He looked at his phone, wondering what in the hell did the stranger to do his phone? Looking at his contact book, he saw the very name of the miraculous stranger and a small note that he had typed in.
"Alfred F. Jones 3 Meet me at the area near the London Eye at 3:00 p.m. I'll make it up to you for being late for whatever you were going to."
He gave a light smile, not caring anymore that he was late for class as he began walking at a slower pace towards the university. "Alright, Alfred. I hope to see you after my classes, you bloody idiot."
Ah, that small moment in Arthur's life had changed everything that he would never expect. The two of them had done almost everything together, supporting each other, and taking care of each other. Alfred was Arthur's and Arthur was Alfred's. Although, a small change in Alfred was the cause of all his worry, for Alfred always left the house, he would never say why, and he would return home very late at night. Yes, he would say that he loved Arthur every time that he left; it was just that he would never say where he was going. Hell, Arthur also noted that their bank account slowly decreased, their money going somewhere that Arthur had no clue of.
Naturally, Arthur tried to talk to Alfred about the problem, but he was blown off every time. Alfred would keep that calm smile on, hold Arthur's hand in his own and say that everything was under control and that Arthur need not worry about it at all. Yes, Arthur listened but the bothersome problem kept coming back to Alfred. He only hoped that Alfred wasn't doing anything behind his back.
No, he shouldn't think that Alfred would do anything bad to hurt him. Heck, he only hoped that Alfred's change didn't involve alcohol or any other lowly thing as such (although Arthur wouldn't and shouldn't be one to talk due to his horrible drinking habits).
Turning his train of thought to a different direction, Arthur kept looking at his phone, now looking at the only few messages of the past two weeks of texting Alfred.
"Where are you, Alfred. I'm worried."
"Don't worry, Artie~ I got it under control! ;*"
":* Alright… Please come home.. I worry about you, idiot."
"I will b home l8r at nite. I promise ta' get home a.s.a.p."
"Okay… I love you."
"I luv you more~"
Another smile. Arthur always felt happy when looking over their conversations, although Alfred's constant disappearances kept worrying him. Giving a sigh, he moved to the kitchen. Searching through the cabinets for his tea and a cup, Arthur hoped to calm himself down with the drink. Within a few minutes of boiling water and making his tea, he decided it best to drink on the couch.
Moving to their small living room, Arthur turned on the telly, flipping through channels to find anyone to entertain him. A gasp escaped Arthur's lips as he found that Doctor Who was on. He looked around for any sign of anyone hearing him, bringing his knees close to his chest as he sipped on his tea. Slowly falling asleep, Arthur put down the cup before looking at the screen with drowsy eyes. He pulled the blanket on their couch over himself before closing his eyes slowly and sleeping.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Vibrate. Beep. Beep. Beep. Vibrate.
The small noises that came from his phone had awakened him. Arthur blinked a few times, not wanting to wake up at the very moment at all.
A thought came to him though: it might have been Alfred calling his phone. Excitement was radiating from Arthur as he looked at his phone, seeing the caller I.D. "Alfred F. Jones 3" His heart almost skipped a beat as Arthur quickly and clumsily unlocked the phone and answered it in a hurry.
"A-Alfred. Oh I was so worried about you, Love. It's past three o'clock in the morning. Please tell me that-"
"Excuse me, this is Nurse Joana speaking," said an unfamiliar, female voice.
Arthur wondered in silence for a moment, looking around the room. He gulped a lump in his throat nervously. "E-Excuse me? Isn't this Alfred F. Jones' cell phone?" he asked in concern. Who was this woman and why did she say that she was a nurse?
The voice started again in a calm tone. "Yes, this is the phone of Alfred F. Jones and I was informed that you are his boyfriend? He told me to call you right away," the apparent nurse said.
The Brit rubbed his arm slowly, trying to figure out what was going on. "O-Oh alright. What is wrong? Where is Alfred?" he asked, nearing the coat rack just in case of anything.
She sighed, pausing a moment. "Yes, well. Alfred was in a motorcycle accident this morning and he had fatally injured his neck and has broken more than a few bones. Although he was wearing a helmet, the driver who had run into him was under the influence of alcohol. He is now located at the London Bridge Hospital and in the Intensive Care Unit. We would like to ask you to come right away because we are informed that you are one of his only friends within the area."
Arthur's heart stopped. A-Alfred had been… fatally injured on his motorcycle? He put a hand over his mouth, shaking visibly. Oh Lord, no. He couldn't believe this, his Alfred was dying. He needed to be there right away. After a few moments of silence, Arthur spoke into the phone, tears streaming down his face as he stuttered, "I-I swear that I will be there… r-right away."
"Alright then. We will see you soon, Mr. Kirkland."
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Arthur put down his phone, wiping a few tears away from his face as he thought of his precious Alfred, dying on a hospital bed and fighting for his life. He shook his head, trying to forget about the horrible thought of Alfred's death. No, he was so much stronger than that and he would be strong for Alfred. He put his phone into his pocket before grabbing his trench coat and slipping it on quickly while grabbing the keys from the counter. He rushed outside the door, getting into his small car as quickly as possible, turning on the engine and heading right towards the hospital. "Oh Alfred, please hand on," he said out loud desperately, pulling out the angel wing necklace once more and squeezing it tightly.
AteKake: Well, so much for my limited knowledge. I have yet to watch Doctor Who, but I really want to! Anyway, tell me how you guys like this and please review. Oh and keep in mind that I will constantly hint to the necklace, this story will take a few turns because of it. Be wary of future chapters, this story may seem like it is going by very fast, but we will get to the point hopefully soon.