Sorry it's so short, but if people like it then there will be another chapter twice as long.
Arthur Kirkland grumbled to himself as he struggled to get dressed. Getting dressed was supposed to be an easy thing that took less than a minute. However, it was a lot more difficult when you had a broken leg. The cause of his injury was stupid really. Let's just say it had involved a night of drinking with his brothers, a tub of maple syrup, and a large set of stairs. Now Arthur was paying the price by being stuck on crutches for the next three weeks.
The thing that was particularly annoying was the fact that a world meeting was being hosted today, in Washington DC nonetheless. He had arrived there yesterday afternoon, spending most of his time cooped up in his hotel room preparing for the meeting rather than going out for a drink.
Today the meeting was starting at eight am, which gave him about thirty minutes to get there. The building at which the meeting was being held in was only about ten minutes away form the hotel, so he would be able to arrive plenty on time. His leg was aching a little, but it was nothing some tylonal wouldn't fix.
Getting to the meeting was pretty painless. When he got inside though, there was a major problem. The conference was being held on the third floor. Normally that wouldn't be a problem because nowadays they had elevators. However, the only elevator available had a big sign that read clearly: Out of Order. The Englishman cursed to himself, wondering how on earth he was going to make it up three floors on crutches and still make it in time.
Luckily there was nobody around to see his hopeless struggle towards the stairs. He had had broken bones before, but none so bad as this one. It was difficult, and going up only three stairs already had him knowing that this would be hell.
Unfortunately for Arthur, the front doors of the building opened just when he had made it to the eighth step. The person who had entered happened to be someone who Arthur knew quite well. He was sporting his signature bomber jacket, and was holding a briefcase and slurping a coke.
"Hey Iggy!" Alfred said cheerfully. Then he took time to actually observe his former caretaker, frowning at the site before him. "Okay, I got two questions for you dude. One, how did you break your leg? And two, why are you using the stairs?"
"One, it's none of your bloody business how I broke my leg! Two, the bloody elevator is out of order. Honestly, you can be such a git!" Arthur said, seething an anger as he tried to take another step up the stairs. Unfortunately for him, one of the crutches slipped, causing Arthur to tumble down to his death...only to be caught by two strong arms.
"Careful Artie" Alfred said, quickly balancing Arthur back on his feet but still keeping a hand on his shoulder. Arthur felt his face pinken, but of course covered up his embarrassment be sharply nudging Alfred's hand away.
"Don't touch me git, I'm perfectly fine!" He snapped. Alfred held his hands up in mock surrender.
"Jeez, okay dude. Sorry for saving you from another broken leg..." He muttered. Arthur felt a little bad, but he didn't offer an apology. He was still in a bad mood and all. For a moment there was an awkward silence before Alfred spoke up again.
"So...how are you going to get up the stairs then?" He asked.
"By doing what I was doing before you interrupted me" Arthur said confidently. "The only reason I fell was because you distracted me."
"It's probably going to take you awhile, and it might irritate your leg. You shouldn't over strain it or anything." Alfred told him with a slight frown, causing Arthur to snort.
"Since when did you become a doctor? I'll be perfectly fine." He said, trying to re-climb the stairs as to prove the point. Of course like all the luck Arthur had been recently having, he wobbled unsteadily once again. Alfred rushed over, slinging a hand around his waist, much to Arthur's embarrassment.
"Obviously your not going to be able to walk up three flights of stairs by yourself, which only leaves us one option. Hold on tight, kay?" Alfred said. Arthur was about to ask what Alfred was talking about, when he got his answer. The American discarded his now empty coke bottle, clutched his briefcase tightly, and hoisted Arthur into his arms bridal style.
The Brit was certainly not expecting this, and gave a cry of surprise, spluttering and turning a dark shade of red.
"Let me down you bloody fucking twit!" He shouted, trying to struggle out of the iron like grip. It was quite impossible to escape though, as Alfred's arms were very strong. He then began to carry Arthur up the long journey of the stairs. Arthur stopped struggling, glumly excepting his fate. It was actually a little impressive that Alfred was able to carry him, his briefcase, and Arthur's crutches up the many stairs. Still, this was quite degrading for Arthur.
Once they made it up the stairs, Arthur finally convinced Alfred to let him down again. He repositioned his crutches and made his way to the door. Alfred had made it there first though, holding it open for him. Arthur nodded in small thanks before entering the room in which the meeting was being held in. Luckily they had made it just a few minutes before the meeting would start. Like usual the place was in complete chaos. Arthur was about to make it to his seat when he was stopped by Alfred, who clamped a hand down on his shoulder.
"LISTEN UP EVERYONE!" He shouted, causing most of the noise to cease. "Everyone needs to be careful today, 'cause Iggy's hurt. If one of you guys bump into him or something, then you'll have to face me!"
That pretty much drew the line. Arthur was sure that his face was going to be permanently red. He smacked Alfred as hard as he could, but it seemed to do little.
"Are you insane? Why the bloody hell would you just shout out my problems to the world?" He hissed.
"Well you know how everyone can be and stuff...what if somebody hurt you without realizing that your leg was broken?" Alfred explained.
"Obviously they would be able to tell, considering the fact that my left leg is encased in a stupid cast." Arthur said. "Honestly, you Americans are impossible."
Most everyone in the room was laughing at them by now, until Ludwig called the meeting to order. They were starting with one of the most important things; economies. After that they would be moving onto resources, and so on. About ten minutes into the meeting Alfred ever so casually passed a note to Arthur from under the table, which really wasn't so hard considering that they were next to each other. Arthur unfolded the note and scanned it quickly, letting out a sigh.
Hey Iggy, come stay at my house after the meeting okay? Then I can take care of you and we can have a movie night! ;)
Honestly, Alfred could be so annoying! It still made him feel a little good though, knowing that Alfred at least cared about his well being. He flipped over the note and took out a pen, writing a quick 'Fine, but the movies better be good. I refuse to sit through Twilight again...' before passing it back to Alfred. His stomach fluttered a little when he saw Alfred give him a grin.
Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad.
Anyone want one more chapter?
ps: Yesterday I fell off a horse and now my leg hurts, so then the idea of Arthur breaking his leg came to me...just so you know where the idea came from. Alright, I better get to working on my other stories. Alternate Universe shall be updated soon.