Hey there, Fang here.
I said I would write more little!Iggy fic, and so I will. I can't say I'll update this all the time, cause I only write when I have an idea I am willing to work with. So yes.
Summary: Alfred still hates thunderstorms to this very day.
With a long suffering groan, Alfred chucked his pillow to the other end of his bedroom and pulled the blankets violently over his head. The lightning still flashed through the drawn curtains covering his window, illuminating the room briefly and sending a shiver through his whole body.
He threw his bedcovers back and lay spread-eagle on the bed. First thing in the morning, he would invest in some new heavy-duty curtains that blocked out everything save for a nuclear explosion. As it was, it seemed as if sleep would be pretty much impossible tonight.
He sighed, annoyed at his current predicament, and turned over to try to get comfortable, but the crack of thunder surprised him. He stiffened, trying not to jump.
Damn stupid storms.
Back in the good old U.S.A., he didn't have to worry too much about storms. But here in England, he forgot how much more...rainier it was. And rain meant storms.
Hell, Arthur was probably sleeping just fine. The guy practically lived under a gutter spout, with the amount of water pounding the pavement outside. His problem was not being able to sleep when there wasn't rain to lull him to sleep.
Alfred huffed, and rubbed his sleep-ridden eyes. This was not going to be a good night.
"Alfred?"
A little tossed-haired head peeked through the open door of his room. The enormous green eyes peered at him worriedly. Alfred sat up, grateful for the blonde pint-sized distraction.
"What's up, Artie?" he asked casually, leaning his elbows on his knees. The little child stepped into the room, his arms wrapped around a very beat-up teddy bear. Arthur shut the door behind himself, and shuffled to when Alfred had thrown the pillow. He picked it up and hugged it close to him and his old bear. When he came around to the bedside, Alfred lifted him up and placed him on the mattress.
"...I thought you might need Jack..." He placed the bear tenderly in Alfred's lap and then plopped down on the bed next to him.
Alfred almost laughed at the button-eyed face staring up at him limply. He took the pillow from his brother and placed it in its proper setting. Arthur grabbed a handful of the blankets that lay at the foot of the bed, and Alfred helped him pull them over the two of them.
Arthur made a pillow of Alfred's shoulder, and threw his tiny arm across his chest. Jack was smooshed between the two brothers as Alfred hugged his small brother tightly to him.
The storm raged on outside, but Alfred slept soundly.
Author's Comments:
Yay. I liked this one. And I like Jack. I like him a lot. He'll probably be in quite a few more of these stories.
Hope you enjoyed, if you did, I wouldn't mind a review... *obvious hint is obvious, and Fang is showing no remorse whatsoever :D*
See you all later!
-Fang
Oh wait. One more thing. I'm sick of my username being Kakashi323, and was thinking about changing it to WhiteFang323, to make it easier for me, since that is my username everywhere else on the internet. If you have a problem with me changing it, tell me, because I don't want to cause too much confusion.
Ok, now for real, see you all later!
-Fang
