Alfred has lived with Gilbert for ten years of his life. Ever since he was eight he had been cared for a nurtured by the older man. He wasn't too much older than himself, about eight years, and over that time they proved to be closer than any pair he could think of. Still, he didn't know what to label the two of them. Brothers? No, their bond was more than that. Lovers? Well, even though Gilbert has tried out some… things on the American, he couldn't quite call it that. The question bothered the American greatly.
That and the fact that in actuality, Alfred wasn't really a part of the outside world. Gilbert made sure to keep him completely isolated. There were no windows and the only door that existed was constantly locked, Gilbert having the key. He would occasionally leave and come back with food and other stuff, but other than that they both stayed inside. It wasn't like he was bored, after all Gilbert was so much fun to be with, playing board games with him sometimes, and he even brought him books for him to read. Still, the American couldn't help but be curious. What was so bad out there that he couldn't be allowed outside? A Zombie apocalypse like the one in his books? Alfred constantly questioned Gilbert on this theory but he always got laughed at, being told that there was no such thing. It made Alfred feel better but it only made him wonder. What was so bad out there that he couldn't be allowed outside? I mean he was eighteen now, almost an adult. He should be told some things, shouldn't he?
"Alfred what's wrong?" Gilbert asked making his way over to the American.
Alfred's face turned to look at Gilbert. He was currently in the living room sitting on the couch, reading a book with a lamp next to them for light. Though, he had stopped reading a while ago and took to staring at the wall instead before the German walked in.
"I-" Alfred contemplated telling him what was on his mind, but whenever he brought it up it always lead to either Gilbert getting angry or him completely ignored the subject. Alfred didn't want to see the other mad, it always got really awkward when he was.
The twenty six your old man got up and slid himself next to the American and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Alfred looked up at him only to be greeted by the other's grin. Alfred couldn't help but smile himself. He wanted the other to kiss him, it wasn't an uncommon exchange between the two, but lately he has been enjoying it more and more. Maybe it was due to these 'hormones' that the other had briefly gone over with him a few years ago. This was when he discussed sex and other things to him as well. It was rather confusing for the American, but he didn't really want to push his questions too far for the German didn't seem exactly comfortable talking about such things, he preferred SHOWING Alfred rather than telling him. So though he had tons of experience from the German, he was still in the dark with the little actual knowledge he had.
Sensing the other's thoughts, Gilbert grabbed Alfred's chin in his hand gently and pulled him closer. Gilbert leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the other's lips. Their eyes closed as Alfred melted against the other, wrapping his arms around his neck. Yes, they had a strange sense of intimacy with each other, one that Alfred loved. The closeness he felt when he was in bed with the other. Sure Gilbert was rough, but he was kind and sweet and caring and just amazing. The other knew just what to do to make him feel special. Moments like these made him wonder why he ever thought about going to the outside world. I mean sure, it could get boring and lonely sometimes, but he had Gilbert. He didn't feel like he needed anyone or anything else.
Gilbert pulled away from the younger boy. The both opened their eyes to stare at each other and Gilbert opened his mouth to speak. "What's on your mind?"
"Oh I-" Alfred bit his lip, he wasn't sure he wanted to say anything now. The moment was too good. "Nothing."
Gilbert sucked his teeth. "Alfred, don't lie."
"I'm not lying." Alfred stated.
Gilbert gave Alfred a harsh stare. "You were thinking about the outside again weren't you?" Alfred was quite for a while before nodding. Gilbert gave an annoyed sigh. "Damn it Alfred."
"That's why I didn't want to say anything to you! You always get mad-"
"I'm not mad I just-" Gilbert paused and tried to calm down. "Look Alfred, there is nothing out there for you okay? It's safer in here. Besides, what else do you need when you have the awesome me right here in front of you?" The other asked with a grin.
Alfred was quiet in thought. What else did he need? He couldn't really think of anything. Of course he wanted to know about the outside world but... if he had to live the rest of his life like this, would he really hate it?
But what if Gilbert died? What if something horrible happened to him and he just never came back? Alfred would just be lost. He wouldn't know what to do! Sure he was a hero like those in his books, and sure Gilbert had taught him how to defend himself, but he had no idea what the real world was like! Yeah, he lived there once, before he was eight. His memory was rather blurry, but it was filled with vibrant greens, and wonderful blues, he wanted to see it again, if only one more time.
But…He cared for Gilbert too much to risk losing him. True, omething horrible could happen but for right now, Gilbert was right here. He supposed he didn't need the outside world so badly.
"You're right." Alfred stated as a smile slowly graced his face. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"It's alright." Gilbert stated kissing the other's forehead gently. "Just remember, the awesome me will always be here, so you don't have to worry okay?"
Alright nodded, feeling reassured as he buried his head in the other's chest. "I love you." The American said.
The German was quiet for a while, gently rubbing the other's hair. "I know." Was all he responded with as Alfred fell asleep in his arms.
As the American dozed off, he couldn't help but wonder why Gilbert couldn't say those words back to him.
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A few days had passed after that moment, at least he thought so. Alfred couldn't really keep time well with the lack of windows and clocks. He would only know when he asked Gilbert and he would always receive a wishy-washy answer like "I think it might be Tuesday" before the other walking off.
Alfred was reading a book called "Safety in Numbers". He wondered if these mall things really existed and if terrorist acts were common in the outside world. Maybe that's why he was always being kept inside.
"Alfred, I'm headed out. I will be back in a couple of hours." Gilbert stated as he put on some shoes. Yeah, it would help if Alfred knew how to keep track of time.
Alfred quickly got up and ran to the other before he opened the door. "Gilbert!" Alfred called causing the twenty six year old to look at him. "Hm?" Alfred was quiet for a moment before gently kissing Gilbert on the lips. Even though Alfred was younger, he was grown to become about the same height as Gilbert.
The German did not have a problem with reacting as he passionately responded to the kiss. Alfred wrapped his arms around his neck and Gilbert wrapped his arms around the other's waist pulling him closer. Their lip locking quickly got more heated as Gilbert began to rub his hands over Alfred's well toned sides. Damn, he sure had matured from eight year old self.
Alfred licked the other's lips, practically begging to be let in which Gilbert complied to, however as their tongues danced it was obvious by Alfred's whimpers that Gil had won dominance.
Gilbert wanted nothing more than to take him against this wall right now- No wait, he had important things to do.
Gilbert quickly pulled away, smiling at the pout on Alfred's burning read face. "If I stay here with you any longer I might not have the will power to leave." He stated chuckling a bit, trying to calm down the tightness in his pants that had begun forming.
"Don't go."
"What?"
"Don't go. Not today just- can't you do it tomorrow?" Alfred asked curiously.
Gilbert wondered what was up with the American today. He seemed to be acting strange. "Alfred what's wrong?" He asked worriedly.
"I just have a bad feeling." Alfred stated with a shrug. The American really didn't have a reason it was just- something didn't feel right. Today just felt like a really terrible day.
Gilbert stared at the American. He really did have important things to do today but if Alfred wanted him to stay…
No, he couldn't just keep giving into the other. He had gone too soft on him for the past couple years. Besides there was nothing to be afraid of. Gilbert would lock the door and there was no other way inside. Alfred was safe. Gilbert grinned and patted the other's head. "Relax dude, there is nothing to be worried about. Nothing and no one can come in here besides me got it?"
Alfred stayed silent before nodding. "You're right. I'm sorry, I don't know what's up with me today!" Alfred stated trying to laugh it off as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
Gilbert grinned. "That's more like it bro! Now I'll be back okay? Take care of yourself." He stated as he unlocked the door.
"I love you."
Gilbert froze, his hand on the doorknob. He knew he couldn't avoid this but he didn't say anything. He just opened the door and walked lout, locking it as he left.
Alfred knew the other heard him. He KNEW it. This only proved to frustrate the other, did Gilbert not feel the same?
Yeah it was weird, being in love with the person who raised you, that wasn't right, he knew that. But Gilbert fell in love too. He had to! In all the books Alfred read, kissing and intimate affection were signs of love, weren't they? Gilbert wouldn't do those things if he didn't love him right? Right?
Alfred groaned and laid down on the couch. He needed time to think. He quickly grabbed one of his romantic novels and proceeded to read. Man falls for woman. Tries hard to win heart. Get's the woman. Kisses woman. Get's married and have babies. Each one had the same cycle. Maybe it was different for men? He knew two men couldn't have babies, but they could still get married right? They could still fall in love with each other. Maybe Gilbert didn't like men? But if he didn't like men, he wouldn't touch Alfred in the way he has been. Oh this was so confusing!
Alfred heard that when frustrated you should always get fresh air. But Alfred had no fresh air to go to! Only filtered air through the air vent.
With Gilbert gone and all of these questions left in his mind, Alfred was feeling that this place was more of a prison than a home.
~BANG~
Alfred jumped, falling off the couch as he did so. What the fuck was that?
~BANG~ ~BANG~
It was coming from the front door. Alfred grew excited. "Gil?" Was he back already? But, that made no sense. He just left, and why would he knock if he had a key?
~BANG~
Alfred suddenly grew nervous and quickly grabbed a book to use as a form of self defense. Then he looked at the book and wondered exactly how stupid he was as he scrambled into the kitchen to get a knife, turning off all lights he could on his way there. He wouldn't be those blue eyed blonde bitches that died in those horror books he read.
There was another bang and then a crash. Had they really gotten the door open? That easily? So much for safe Gil!
He heard a few voices. "You, check over there. I'll go over here." A person said. He had a thick accent but Alfred had no idea where he could be from, the only accent he knew of was German and his own.
Alfred stayed silent as he held the knife in read position as Gilbert had shown him. He heard footsteps come closer to him as the light shown slightly above him going across the counter he was hiding behind. He heard the footsteps draw closer. He couldn't see well with the small amount of light he was provided from the other's flashlight, but when he felt the other was next to him he quickly slashed his knife. He heard a scream in pain and felt blood splatter onto his hands. It was warm and Alfred didn't like the way it felt, but it was self defense right?
He had cut the other's ankle he knew that, but the other was still moving and he had what looked like a gun. He had read about these things, but he had never seen one in real life. He didn't want to kill him, but Gilbert had said if it was to protect himself, killing was okay. The American was hesitant as he heard more footsteps scramble around but when he saw the other point his gun towards him in the pale reflection of the flashlight a took the knife and quickly stabbed him in the stomach. He heard the other scream and he dropped the gun, Alfred quickly taking a hold of it.
Now if only he could figure out how this worked.
"This way this way!" As more footsteps drew closer, he knew he had to figure out quick.
He grabbed the flashlight and stared at the gun with it. He held it like the man had, firmly grabbing a hold of the grip and putting a finger on what looked like a start button. He pointed at the dying man before him. Hey he was dead anyway, might as well practice. He pulled the trigger and accidentally dropped the gun, surprised at the jerk it gave, but it shot the man right in his leg.
"I heard gunshot! Someone figure out where we are going!"
"Did anyone check the kitchen yet!?"
"No!"
"Then get in their ASAP!"
Alfred quickly picked up the gun again, feeling himself become surrounded as he hid behind the counter. Because of his lollygagging he didn't even have enough time to escape to another room. He didn't want to die. Not like this, there was so much he never did. He wanted to get married, he wanted to see the outside world, he wanted to hear Gilbert say those words that he had been dying to hear for the last few years. Damn it, why did he have to die like this!?
Someone had the intelligence to know to turn on the kitchen light and Alfred heard someone curse. There was a beep and one of them sounded like he was speaking into something. "Dead body."
It was quiet for a while until Alfred saw someone appear from behind the counter. He had short blonde hair which was swooped to one side and violet eyes. He had a gun pointed at Alfred, but other than that looked rather sweet. He was shaking and it became apparent that he didn't really know how to handle a gun.
"Put the gun down!" He shot.
Alfred knew how this went. If he did put the gun down he would get shot, he read it in his action novels.
"No!"
"Alfred I don't want to hurt you!" The American froze at this. "How… How do you-"
Alfred winced in pain as his hair was grabbed harshly. He looked up only to see a very large and intimidating man seemingly trying to pull his hair out. He had light blonde hair and greenish blue eyes which seemed to pierce Alfred's very soul. "Drop it. Now." He said in a stern voice. Alfred could feel the fear rise inside him and felt he had no other choice. He growled and tossed the gun to the side. It wasn't like he knew how to use it properly anyway.
"The knife too."
Alfred sucked his teeth as he fished the knife from his pants. He had tried to hide it but this guy must have been good. He tossed it to the side as well and with the weapons gone he was roughly picked up by his hair. Alfred let out a yelp as he hands were grabbed and he was held tightly by the large man. "Let me go!" He yelled to n avail.
The kind looking boy seemed to relax as he put the gun on the counter. He really didn't want to have to hurt the other if he didn't have to. Though it seemed his partner was doing a pretty good job at that.
"That's enough Berwald." A voice said to the large man holding Alfred down. The large man loosened his grip and Alfred saw this as a chance to make a run for it, only to have a gun pointed at him from the other side of the counter. "Don't move." The man ordered. Alfred bit his lip cursing to himself in his head. The man went around the counter gently patting the nervous man on the shoulder. "Good job Tino. You did well for your first mission." The Finnish man smiled at the other. The man, still holding his gun at Alfred, moved a bit closer before putting it down. He grabbed Alfred's chin, moving his head slightly. The other didn't like this at all, but he wasn't going to risk his life by resisting. "Alfred F. Jones. Age 18. Birth date July 4th."
Alfred stared at the other with wide eyes. Why did he know those things? This wasn't right, not at all.
"My name is Emil, Alfred. Now I have a question for you. What if I told you all you have ever known is a lie?"