Hey! This is the first fanfic I've ever posted online! Yay! I'm really excited to share this one. My cousin and I have been working hard on this. Yes, her and I are both writing it. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1
Arthur Kirkland was a simple teen. He liked having a routine, but he didn't like surprises. So when he heard that he was going to get some 'new' siblings he was not pleased in the slightest. Now there was going to be little brats running around barging into his studying, cooking, and tea time. He dreaded the idea of being forced to greet them and care for them. As the days went by and their arrival date grew closer he was filled with dread and hatred. The day finally came and Arthur tried his best to continue his routine as unsurpassed he could without paying attention to the time or his parents, but then they came.
"Arthur, come down stairs please." He heard his parents call. Immediately he was filled with dread far worse than anything he had ever imagined. He carefully set his cup of tea down and walked out of his room.
"Coming." He responded annoyed. He headed out into the hall and down the stairs. All along the way he tried coming up with spells that would send the children away. He started reciting them in his head. Going through lists and lists, he walked into the main hallway to see both his parents waiting.
"Ok, we are going to bring them in now. So be nice and good." They both glanced at Arthur at the same time. He shrugged.
"And don't forget to smile!" They smiled wide to demonstrate. Arthur's one year younger sister, Brittany, was smiling as well. Though her smile was telling Arthur that; 'If you don't smile, I'll hurt you later'. He deridingly put on a fake smile. 'I hate you' he glared back at her. Then his parents realizing this was not going to be easy, sighed.
"Fine. Be childish." His father growled.
"Stop that you two!" His mother urged them.
Brittany then turned to her parents.
"Can we meet them now mother?" She asked innocently. His mother believing she was being honest and innocent smiled happily.
"Of course!" She chimed rushing out the door. Arthur rolled his eyes. Their father less easy to deceive stared at them both in turn.
"Be good. No fighting and make them feel welcome." He turned and strolled out of the house. Brittany quickly turned and stuck her tongue out at Arthur before following their parents. Arthur tried to retort by sticking his tongue out but just then his parents walked in with two little boys. They looked almost identical. They were both blonde, but one of the boys had longer hair than the other and one strange curl was sticking out from the side of his head. He was also holding a white stuffed bear and seemed very shy. The other little boy, who looked to have no interest in what was going on, had shorter hair and a cowlick. Arthur uninterested in either of them, proceeded to stand there looking down at them un-amused.
"So these are them?" He commented skeptically.
"Of course!" His mother smiled." This is Matthew." She pointed to the one with the bear. "And this is Alfred." She gestured to the other. He walked over to them and looked down at them. He towered over them with an expression of distaste.
"I don't like them." He said flatly before walking away and back up the stairs. He walked into his room and slammed the door. Behind him he heard his mother quickly trying to cover up his actions.
"Oh he didn't mean that! He's actually quite nice! He's just having…oh no! Please don't cry Matthew! Its ok!"
Arthur decided not to listen anymore. He sat back in his chair and went back to his tea. Trying to calm down he got back up and locked his door to be sure he would not be disturbed. This worked in his favor.
Days turned into weeks and still, much to Arthur's distress, the children had stayed around. Brittany and Matthew had grown quite close, though Alfred didn't even try to bond with anybody, not even their parents. For the most part he could ignore them but everyday around the same time they would run through the house making a huge racket. Alfred never seemed to join in or care, most of the time he would just sit by the window and have a conversation with someone who obviously wasn't there. Arthur just shrugged it off as an imaginary friend. All little kids had them.. didn't they? Of course he had never had one. He found them trivial and stupid. His fairies and unicorns were much more believable than some senseless imaginary friend. Glancing back at his flying mint bunny he shrugged.
"No point in caring I guess." He brushed it aside and continued with his work. He continued with his homework for a while. His parents were out for a dinner date tonight, so the house was quiet. Until, there was a rumble of thunder in the distance. He looked up and out his window.
"I guess its going to storm tonight." Then a large bolt of lightning flashed and the thunder boomed shaking the house slightly. He heard a loud cry come from downstairs. He bolted to his door knocking his chair over. "What was that?!" There was another crack of lightning and thunder. He heard the cry again and rushed downstairs. He ran into the living room where he was sure the cry had come from. The room was pitch black over everything. The shadows draped over everything with a slight heaviness to them.
"H-hello?" He called out. There was no movement, no sound at all besides his own voice. Then a crack of lightning streaked across the sky and there in the corner by the window he saw something, but the light faded as quick as it came and then the thunder rumbled. He heard the cry again coming from the same corner he had saw the strange figure. Slowly and carefully he walked towards it. Another flash of light lit up the room. Arthur was able to make out the figure this time. It was a child with short blonde hair ruffled and fuzzy with the cowlick sticking up in every direction. Arthur felt pity for this poor thing, completely a mess and all alone. He kneeled down beside it and laid his hand on the child's head. It cringed away from him, Arthur could feel him trembling.
"Alfred? Its ok. I'm here." He whispered kindly to the child. Alfred didn't move at all. He stayed there shaking.
"Alfred. Its ok. Nothing's going to hurt you." He pulled Alfred close, but he resisted. Then the lightning and thunder came again. Alfred panicked and jumped into Arthur's arms, hugging him tightly. Arthur was surprised and fell back. He looked at Alfred confused. 'I would never have thought he was scared of thunder storms..its kinda…cute.' Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred and picked him up.
"Its ok. I've got you." He carried Alfred back up the stairs and into his room. He sat downo n his bed holding Alfred. "There there. Its alright. You're safe." The child clung tightly to Arthur, shaking violently.
"Calm down Alfred. Its alright." He held Alfred close, rocking him back and forth lightly. "Hush. There is nothing to fear." He seemed to calm down quite a bit. "That's better." Arthur laid Alfred on the bed gently. That's when he noticed Alfred had fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled down at him. He tucked Alfred in and wished him sweet dreams. Arthur than quietly went back to his school work and glancing back at Alfred every now and then. He started to feel different towards the child. He found the child cute and funny. After a while the stormed had calmed down and rain was tapping against the windows gently. Arthur realized it was quite late and his parents would be home soon. He looked over at the sleeping kid and was debating if he should bring Alfred to his own room or not. Just then he heard a car drive up and footsteps.
"I guess I should leave him for now." He got up and walked out of the rooms to go greet his parents. He just stepped out of the hall when he felt something tug at his shirt. He turned to see Alfred clinging to him and looking up at him.
"W-where are you going?" Alfred mumbled.
"I was going to go greet our parents." He replied.
"Don't leave me!" Alfred suddenly said tightly hugging Arthur again. He smiled down at him.
"Alright! Come one then!" He patted Alfred on the head. "Let's go!" Alfred nodded tiredly. They walked down the stairs together just as their parents opened the door.
"Welcome home." Arthur greeted them. He realized that Alfred hadn't said anything. He looked down to see Alfred hiding behind him. "Come on now. Welcome them home too."
"…Welcome home.." Alfred mumbled. Their parents looked over at them surprised.
"Thanks!" Their mom said cheerfully.
"Well you two seem to be getting along." Their dad commented.
"I'm so happy Alfred found someone to bond with." Their mother smiled. Alfred ducked behind Arthur shyly, Arthur smiled.
"Yeah. He's not that bad once you get to know him."
"Well I'm glad you think that." His mother replied. His father gave him a 'Well how about that' look. Arthur turned away.
"He's still just a little pest! But maybe he will get better." Arthur said.
Alfred rested his head against Arthur's back and started dozing. His mother looked over at him. "He seems to be quite attached to you doesn't he." Alfred rubbing his eyes glanced at the two adults.
His mother leaned down smiling at him. "Is it time to go to bed? Do you want me to tuck you in and read you a story?" He shook his head and clutched Arthur's shirt.
She looked surprised, looking at them both in turn. "Do you want Arthur to do it?" The child nodded. Arthur looked surprised. "O-ok!" Alfred looked up at his brother. Arthur looked down at him.
"You want me to tuck you in?" He asked unsure.
"Mmhm.." Alfred replied nodding his head. Arthur shuffled his feet awkwardly.
"O-ok…let's go to your room then.." He responded. Alfred slid his hand into Arthurs, and Arthur being completely confused and unsure of what he's supposed to do, took Alfred's hand and slowly walked him upstairs to his room. They quietly entered the room and tried not to wake the sleeping Matthew. Arthur lifted the covers so Alfred could climb under them. Alfred slowly got in and curled up. Arthur quickly tucked the blanket around Alfred until he was nice and snug. He yawned and then looked up at his brother tiredly. He looked down at him at a loss of what to do.
"We'll…uhh..good night I guess. Sleep well." He got up and started to walk out of the room.
"Good night Arthur.." Alfred replied falling asleep.
He smiled. "Good night Alfred." Then he walked out of the room closing the door quietly.
The next morning Arthur awoke to Alfred standing next to his bed. "Good morning Arthur!" Alfred said cheerfully smiling a giant goofy smile. Arthur not expecting this, spazzed and fell out of bed. Alfred looked down at Arthur on the floor and giggled.
"Silly big brother!" Alfred laughed smiling wider. Arthur looked at the child baffled. He had never seen Alfred smile or laugh before. Alfred looked down at him grinning.
"Will you play with us today?" Alfred asked.
"Play with who?" Arthur said confused.
"Well Alex and I of course!"
Arthur not sure of who he was talking about decided it was Alfred's imaginary friend. "Sure, but after I get dressed and have breakfast."
Alfred grinned even wider. "Yay! Come on Alex!" Alfred grabbed air as if he was grabbing someone's arm and raced out of the room. Arthur still lying on the floor watched as he raced out.
"What the heck…" He looked over at one of the fairies that was sitting on his table.
"Don't ask me!" The fairy exclaimed before flying out the window. Arthur sighed and stood up. He dressed himself and then headed for the stairs. As we walked down the stairs he saw Alfred sitting in his usual spot on the windowsill, but this time he was laughing and smiling. Pointing to things outside and starting at them in awe. Turning around every once and a while and all the while talking to this so called Alex. He sighed and headed into the kitchen to make himself breakfast. Since it was the weekend he didn't really have anything to do. He pulled out a box of cereal and a bowl. His parents having already left for work, left half a pot of coffee.
"Gross." He mumbled annoyed by them. "They should just drink tea." Setting the kettle on the stove and turning it on. He walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a bag of English Breakfast Tea and a cup.
"Ahhh I love tea!" Hearing the kettle go off he turned off the stove and filled the cup and took two bags out and putting them in the cup. "Always drink stronger tea in the morning and just before bed." He recited to himself. He took his cereal and tea than sat down at the dining room table. He ate his cereal slowly. Deciding on what he should do today when he saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw nothing.
"Hmmm.." Just then he saw a little strand of hair sticking out in the doorway. It was Alfred's cowlick. 'What is he doing?' Alfred wondered to himself. He went back to eating, but kept an eye on the cowlick. It slowly moved down until it was close to the ground and then all of the sudden Alfred rolled into the kitchen, stopping behind the counter. Once again he was completely hidden except for his cowlick. Arthur became curious of what he was doing and was also slightly amused. He finished his breakfast and stood up to bring the bowl back to the kitchen. Arthur walked past Alfred pretending he couldn't see him, but as he walked past he saw someone else who looked almost identical to Alfred. He turned and looked at Alfred confused. Alfred not paying attention to Arthur didn't notice. Arthur shrugged it off. His mind must have been playing tricks on him. He put the bowl in the sink and quickly rinsed it, then turning around he saw Alfred standing right behind him. He jumped slightly not expecting Alfred to be that close.
"Uhh…Alfred what are you doing?" He asked. Alfred looked at him intensely.
"Have you seen Alex?" He asked.
"I don't believe so.." Arthur replied. Alfred glared at him.
"Are you sure? Hmmm..Oh!" He turned looking at something than ran out of the room. Arthur watched being somewhat baffled. Now he kind of wanted to know who this Alex was. He followed Alfred into the living room, where he was hiding behind a couch.
"Alfred?" He called out. He heard a shhh from behind the couch. He went towards it and peeked behind the sofa. Alfred was crouched behind the couch staring at something.
"What are you doing?" Arthur whispered.
"I'm playing capture the flag with Alex." Alfred said. Arthur raised a thick eyebrow.
"Who's winning?"
Alfred looked at him. "I'm not sure.. I haven't looked at my flag in a while."
"Where is your flag?"
"Over by the window."
"Have you found Alex's flag yet?"
"…no.."
"Hm.." Arthur thought for a moment. How in the world do you play capture the flag by yourself? All of the sudden Alfred jumped and ran off. Arthur, confused, followed. The child ran into the dining room and hid behind a curtain.
"Stop following me!" Alfred hissed from behind the curtain. "You are going to give me away!"
Arthur chuckled. "Okay, okay." He said going into another room. As he walked out of the room he heard a loud cry. Turning around he saw Alfred holding flag.
"Alex you cheater!" Alfred complained. There on the ground was another flag. Arthur looked flustered. 'What the.." Arthur turned away deciding to leave it alone but then he heard another voice.
"I won slave!" He turned again but there was only Alfred. 'This is really odd.." He thought. Alfred was frowning at the open space next to himself. Arthur being completely confused decided to try to forget about it. This didn't really help, since Alfred seemed to talk about Alex quite often. As if Alex was always with Alfred where ever he went.