AU WHERE ALFRED IS ACTUALLY CALM AND NOT OBNOXIOUS AND POLITE OK

But Arthur is the same.

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MAYBE THIS ONE I'LL ACTUALLY FINISH GUYS


Alfred was lost. He breathed out a small sigh and watched the faded white mist slowly rise from his mouth. His lips were chapped, and he knew that they would soon crack and bleed if he didn't have any chapstick.

Chapstick.

He unconsciously stuck out his pink tongue and rummaged through his belongings to check for one. After a few seconds of unsuccessful attempts, Alfred slung his backpack onto his back and grabbed the cold metal handle of his luggage bag. Gripping the handle with his left, and a map with his right, Alfred took aimless steps towards no set location. The owner of the apartment's wife had been very kind to give him a map of the town, and where to go, but Alfred was still lost. He was, and would forever be, bad with directions.

After aimlessly wandering around, Alfred pursed his lips and checked his phone once again. Maybe the phone would still have at least one percent of battery, the sandy blonde thought, grasping his cold Iphone with his pale hands. Alfred frowned as he faced a black screen. No luck.

More wandering. When would it end? Alfred trekked through the town, only to find more and more apartments, single houses, lawyer offices. And then, a library. A small one, not one of the huge ones you would find in New York, but a small, quaint library. Perfect for warming up. Alfred took a moment to lift his scarf up and resumed to walk into the library.

He breathed a sigh of relief when faced with a blast of warm, toasty air. He closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the blessed warmth of the room. When opening his piercing blue eyes, Alfred got a closer look of the library. Two tables stood next to each other, each with an equally large pile of books. The walls were covered with bookshelves crammed to the brim with books. On the other side of the room stood three comfy looking chairs with a sofa and a coffee table in between. A lone rose sat in an enormous blue vase. Two petals had fallen off of the rose and had made their way down to the mahogany coffee table. And in the front was the library counter next to a set of stairs leading downwards into mysterious darkness.

Alfred stared down into the spiraling darkness until a sudden spark of light shot out from the distance. The waxy yellow light flickered on and off for a while until the whole hallway lit up in the faint glow. The blonde heard small footsteps softly echoing out of the hallway of the steps. And out emerged a man not any older than Alfred with emerald eyes and fairy tail blonde hair. The man pursed his rosy lips and seemed to be latching onto a huge stack of books that almost hid his porcelain face.

Alfred opened his mouth to offer help, but nothing came out.

He watched, in wonder, as the small man struggled to handle the stack of books that reached his nose. Alfred frowned a little, then lifted half of the pile from the man's hands. The beautiful emerald eyes widened in surprise.

"You looked like you needed help."

Alfred smiled sheepishly and scrunched up his nose so he could prevent his silver glasses from slipping off.

"I didn't need help. I was perfectly fine, thank you."

Alfred was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected this kind of reaction. He set the heavy books down and bit his lower lip.

"Well, I uh. Came to ask something..." Alfred looked down at the man's shirt to see a name tag that said his name. "...Arthur."

Arthur frowned, furrowing his unusually thick eyebrows.

"What is it?"

Alfred scooted closer to the man, supposedly British (from his accent), and leaned in closer. He smoothed out the map he had clenched in his right hand and handed it to Arthur.

"Do you know where this place is? I'm moving in today, but I can't seem to find it."

Arthur grumbled and handed the map back to the sandy blonde.

"It's right across the street. You can't miss it. If you do, for some odd reason, just ask someone inside. They'll point you in the right direction."

Arthur's emerald eyes made contact with Alfred's sapphire ones. Alfred stared, mesmerized by the beautiful flecks of yellow and green hidden in his eyes.

"Aren't you going to leave now?" Arthur crossed his arms and stared at Alfred with an irritated look.

Alfred shakily smiled.

"Huh.. Oh. Yeah. I'll be going now, thanks Arthur." He stumbled out of the library doors, blushing profusely.

He was jolted out of his thoughts when the owner of the apartment, an older man named Roderich Edelstein, rushed towards him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?" He fumed, taking a moment to adjust his glasses. The kind woman who had given him the map jogged up to Roderich and grabbed his shoulder.

"Oh my! Aren't you cold? You've been out for a long time haven't you?" She smiled apologetically and turned to Roderich.

"Roderich, go be a doll and boil some water for tea, this young man must be freezing!" She grabbed Alfred's hand, hauled him into the apartment, and then pushed him down into a seat. She grabbed the chair opposite to Alfred and sat down.

"I'm Elizabeta, Roderich's wife. Your hands weren't cold at all, were you staying someplace?"

Alfred scratched the back of his head and nodded.

"I was at the library for a while. Had to ask the librarian some questions about where to go."

Elizabeta chuckled softly.

"Alfred, that wasn't the librarian. The boy... You did meet him right?"

The blonde nodded. "His name is Arthur." Alfred murmured.

"Yes, Arthur. He's just working part-time there, shelving books. Nasty temper too. He never seems to warm up to anyone."

"Roderich? Where's the water?" Elizabeta called, showing a slight frown. Alfred slowly stood up and apologized.

"It's okay, I really don't need tea Elizabeta. I have to unpack anyways. Thank you so much," The blonde grinned and grabbed his luggage and headed for the stairs.

Alfred had nothing to unpack except some clothes, his textbooks for college, and his laptop. But after spending most of his time on Tumblr, it had already become 10 pm. Alfred closed his laptop and set it down on the desk in the room. He sprawled out on the queen sized bed and changed into his pajamas. Usually, whenever he closed his eyes, he would think about video games, or his friends and family. But for some reason, the only thing his mind kept returning to was Arthur, his piercing green eyes, his rosy lips, and his fairy tail blonde hair.

Alfred shook his head and covered his face with his hands. Perhaps, if he saw Arthur everyday, he would be friends with the college student.

Alfred knew where he would be stopping by everyday. And he couldn't wait.


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