Hello, my sweet little duckies~
Forgive me for not updating on my multi-chapter fic.. I have writers' block..SEVERE WRITERS' BLOCK. LO SIENTO! GOMEN! SORRY, HUNNY BUNNIES!
Mentions a one-sided Fruk (it's very vague, I promise you)...BUT THIS IS SO TOTALLY USUK! My OTP, of course~
Also, Sealand is England's baby. (AWWWWW..) And a FEM!UK prior relationship that resulted in Sealand.
Hopefully you enjoy this though. .
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He never intended this to happen.
Arthur closed his eyes tightly, trying desperately to remember what happened. The spoon from the sugar jar made a small ringing sound as hit the inside walls of his half-filled teacup. His slender fingers clenched around it, as his mind started replayed the scene..with no such luck. When did this start exactly? he asked himself. Maybe it was this morning..
Driving back home from work, Arthur was impatient and irritable. He let frustrated groan escape his throat as he glared at the ceiling of his car. He was stuck in 5 o'clock traffic. The cars that surrounded him were blaring their horns in a random sequence. 'God, I wish I had some bloody earplugs..'
He closed his eyes tightly and leaned his head on the top of his seat. 'Fucking traffic..'
After what seemed like forever, the cars in front of him and the ones beside him sped forward. This alerted the cars behind him and they nearly blasted his eardrums. Arthur awoke from an accidental twenty minute nap and jerked his car forward, so fast that he almost rear-ended the blue Ford in front of him. "Shit!"
The woman in it looked backed in relief when the Brit had gotten ahold of himself after his near heart attack, calmly maintaining enough space between their vehicles.
But that incident was nothing in comparison to what happened when he got home.
And what happened then was now the very main reason he was staying in a cheap motel now, at the edge of town. He looked down into his tea.
"I should've gotten scotch instead.." He muttered, whilst stirring the spoonin the light blue teacup. Arthur studied the brownish color of his tea..Wishing it would turn the light color of the alcoholic beverage he desired at the moment.
He took out the spoon, and continued to stare down at the liquid. It was deemed unfit to drink long ago. The was more salt in it anyway, and he didn't feel like trying to equal out the flavour by wasting his sugar. Arthur rubbed his red,puffy eyes and grabbed the cup to wash in the sink.
He listened to the soft breaths that left his son's small form and thanked God for giving him such a quiet baby..when he was asleep, at least. He peeked at the little bugger in the small, dusty living room. The Briton smiled, the boy was on the scarred couch, surely from the previous guests, of course.
He turned the light in the mini-kitchen and tiptoed through the living room to sit by him. He lifted the toddler onto his lap and leaned into the cushion a little lower so he rested his head against Arthur's chest comfortably.
The father let out a long sigh. Another smile made it's way to his face, but it looked much more sad than the one before. "It's just you and me now..isn't it, Peter?"
The dozing boy offered no response but a slight turn to rest more comfortably. Arthur let tears resurface and he tried desperately to choke down the lump in his throat.
So many things came to mind with that simple question. He looked back down at the child wrapped tightly in his arms. It was just like the first day, when he found him as an infant in a crate with rusted nails poking in through the walls of it. He came without a single note from Arthur's prior fling partner, Alice. But he could tell that it was his, the eyebrows were too similar to mistake him for another's. Like his mother, the baby had blue eyes...but the shade reminded him more of a clear ocean. And it had slightly darker blond hair than himself.
Arthur grew to love him, even if he was a mere mistake of a broken condom. Even if his mother gave him up and would never wish see him again(Arthur at least knew this much about her). He was a blessing to Arthur's rough life and that was all that seemed to matter.
Arthur bent down to kiss the soft-haired head of the toddler. "Sweet dreams, love."
He laid the boy on his side and took his blanket to include himself in his son's warmth as he laid beside him.
What am I going to do..?
He didn't have his own apartment due to the rise in rent, and..and..that happened. He knew that he couldn't afford the motel for more than four days. He lost his job as a waiter at the local restaurant, he had had enough of a customer who started cussing him out so he responded in a none-to-professional way that had his boss kicking his ass out from the establishment, and had only started a new job that was too far to go without a form of transportation that wasn't walking or biking.
He had lost his support from what happened a few hours prior to him leaving to this bloody excuse for a motel.
No, Arthur frowned though his eyes showed determination, I will do anything to prevent Peter's life from turning out like mine.
What could he do? Where coul go? Is this what Peter wants? No, he deserves so much more than this.
He once thought about putting Peter up for adoption, not long after he had received him. But he realised how much he'd miss out on the child's life. At the time, he had no idea how much he'd mean to him in the future, and pitied him.
He'smine. And will never be anyone else's.
As he thought this, his hold on the toddler slowly increased it's tightness. The child made a small noise in his sleep and it did not go unnoticed. His guardian relaxed his grip, but tucked the blanket in around them before letting his arms lie on the boy's sides.
Arthur gazed at the back of his head for a while longer. And then released another sigh before closing his eyes for much needed rest.
Whatever happens, I'll always be here for you, Peter. I promise that we'll make it out of this. We'll succeed. In any way possible…. His mind blanked out as he drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
How was that for a first chapter, huh? There will be much more, I assure you.