I had recently searched for music by Imogen Heap and came across one titled "Spooky". It had a nice groove to it and the subject matter was interesting as well. That's where I came up with this concept and developed it further listening to "Monster" by Lady Gaga. Of course, I could mention a dozen more that add to the mood I'm going for but I'll save that for a FST or something.
Reminder: Please remember almost all the writing on my account (except 100TC) will be snipets of whatever I've written for the concept. If I can make a complete story out of these I will but for now I just want to post what I have and sort through it later.
Warnings: Incomplete, plot-holes, suggestions of cannibalism
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters, only the bits of silliness I wrote here.
They have a lot of rumors about this kid at school, Arthur Kirkland, if he even is a kid at all. I might've seen him once or twice and the guy is creepy – no, that's not quite right – weird, maybe? He's got this vibe that makes me shiver and feel like I'm backed into a corner. I'm not scared of him or anything, the guy's practically a haunted house – he's spooky – you can't help but feel like you shouldn't come near and disturb the air. Yet, your curiosity sometimes leads you to dive right in to see just how much that hunch was right. Everyone else should at least pray that you run fast enough if a monster should come out of the shadows.
"Bet you can't spend five minutes with him without running back here with your tail between your legs!" Gilbert had been daring people into talking to that Arthur kid since he first opened his mouth. It was during class introductions and what tipped us off that he was a little...interesting. No one understood what he was saying but it sounded more like a curse than an introduction. If I said he didn't catch my eye beyond that, it would be a lie.
"I would not. I'm much too awesome for that." I glanced up at him from my lunch. He jumped up and pointed his finger at me.
"Hey! Hey! You could never be as awesome as me so, go over there before I double – no, triple – dog dare you!" I frowned at him as he said that. Oh, he was good. I couldn't pass up an easy chance to show him up. He smirked and put his hands on his hips to wait out my decision.
"How long do I stay over there?" I said.
"You look like you want to eat my heart, Arthur." He raised that pierced eyebrow at me but the smirk on his lips probably said that it didn't sound like a bad idea.
I could never tell for sure if he thought I was his boyfriend or his prey; he never said enough to tell either way. Arthur's face could be unreadable at times and others he could be downright unpredictable; it drove me crazy to no end. That wasn't always a bad thing.
"Don't you know that a heart only tastes best at its most loved?" I couldn't help but smile as he said it with a straight face. I hooked an arm around his neck and stared up at him as I brought my face closer.
"Oh, yeah? So, how would you be able to tell? Can't exactly measure it with a spoon." Arthur scoffed but leaned in with that feral look in his eyes, gripping my lower back and pulling me flush to his body.
"A trade secret, I'm afraid. Not much I can say in that regard besides that fact that it does" – he paused to flick his tongue at lips – "require a taste test." We chuckled softly, our breath mingling and rising as fragile clouds in the cold.
The two of us had shacked up in an old electronics store where at least there was carpet to cushion the floor a bit. I had brought a blanket with us in my backpack (along with a few other goodies, just in case) and we were cuddling until Arthur saw fit to straddle me and give me that look.
I shivered when our body heat leaked from gaps I made leaning against the wall and wriggled down, Arthur following on his knees, until I lay flat on the floor. "Well, it seems like you'd have enough sense not to let your delicious heart freeze to death so don't just sit there like a lump on a log." Arthur didn't move. He waited until I pouted and tugged on the blanket around him before he grinned and lowered himself on me. The pressure felt good on my frame and Arthur was just the right size to keep from overwhelming me.
He nuzzled my neck and exhaled a hot breath on the skin there. It made me bite my lip in excitement and I smoothed my hands down his spine as a sign to continue. I knew he wanted to bite me and I wanted it more, it was almost all I could do to lay back and stay still, but in the meantime I was sure he wouldn't mind if I pinched his cheeks. His other ones.
Arthur flinched at the contact and growled in my ear before he sunk his teeth in. I heard myself groan at its intensity but otherwise I moved on to rub my hands up his sides. "Alfred. I hate that." I laughed once at the grating tone in his voice.
"I know you do, just thought I'd get your attention." He growled again and mumbled something about savoring the moment, but really where was the time for that? I had until midnight to fly though with Arthur but it was never as much as I wanted especially when I didn't see him for days on end sometimes. I wanted us to ravage each other and make memories I could conjure up when I was alone and needed something to get me by.
Mattie and my parents would never understand my hankering for this guy or how much I was crazy about him. Of course, he hadn't said anything to that effect and the thought of keeping things simple kept me from speaking my mind.
Something rustled in the bushes behind me and made me flinch. I was waiting to meet up with Arthur who had decided to call me for once and the place he had picked really gave me the creeps. Another sound came from across the street in an alleyway. A trashcan had toppled over but there was no sign of the telltale stray cat or raccoon slinking nearby. This is the last time I let pick the meeting place, I swore. I paced back and forth on the sidewalk and tried to occupy my mind with thoughts finally getting to see Arthur again. I just had to not look at that weird shadow at the corner of my eye coming closer each time I turned my back to the wall.
I stopped in my tracks at that thought. Wait a minute. What shadow? I turned but as soon as I did, a massive force hit me, propelling me into the asphalt. I screamed and tried to wriggle away from the hands around my neck when I'd finally recovered from the impact. The hands held tighter and I clawed at them, yelling and flailing around to break free.
"What the hell? What did I ever do to you? Get away from me!" Their weight was pinning me down but that didn't mean I was going to give up. I pulled at their clothes and tried to upend them but that strong grip was soon cutting most of my air supply. I could feel the attacker's heat come close to me and frowned at the way their breath ghosted across my skin. I was already starting to feel light-headed. A voice laughed in a low sadistic voice that seemed pretty amused. "Hey, what's so funny you asshole?"
"I think it's funny how much you honestly believe fighting with your eyes closed is a good idea."
That voice sounded familiar. Oddly familiar – and British – which made it much more embarrassing when I cracked open my eyes to find Arthur leaning over me looking smug. I frowned.
"Artie..." I ground out, "What makes you think it's a good idea to come up to people and strangle them?" Arthur growled at the nickname but otherwise didn't answer me. He sat up and straddled my body, releasing his grip on my neck.
"Oh, I did happen to hurt you, love?" His smirk pulled back to show his teeth and moved to cup my cheeks in his palms. I glared at him but it only made his smile more.
"No, no, you didn't hurt me. I'll only have a concussion, a few broken ribs, and a bruised trachea after this." Arthur leaned in and leered at me with his eyes glinting.
"You should've seen your face. Quite the sight, that." He chuckled. I turned away from him and crossed my arms.
"I think I'll add heart attack to my list, too." I pouted but glanced back at him when he had pressed a kiss to my neck where it burned. Arthur clicked his tongue. He looked a little disappointed.
"Now, now, we can't have that. It would be such a waste of a good heart." He stood and offered a hand to help lift me from the ground. I smiled and gripped it tight, feeling a dull ache in my head and back as I was righted. I nudged him with an elbow after we had started walking to wherever Arthur had shacked up for the time being.
"Can't bear to have such a heroic person injured on your conscience, eh?" I saw his lips quirk for a moment but then he frowned and stopped walking.
"What'cha listening to?" Arthur glanced at me but didn't reply until I had tapped his shoulder and asked again.
"The Beatles. The song is called 'Revolution 9'." The Beatles. Considering how different I suspected Arthur was hearing that was a pretty typical British thing to do, listening to The Beatles. He handed me one of his ear buds and I sat down next to him on the steps to listen.
"What…the fuck?" It was just a jumble of sounds. Even if this was the right song, why was this so far away from anything Beatles related I'd ever heard? I heard Arthur chuckling at me and turned. His expression looked dark but that smirk always put a predatory edge to even a sideways glance.
"There's more to The Beatles than sappy songs about an octopus and holding hands."
"What? There's an octopus?" Now I was even more confused. Arthur's lips quirked for a second before he shook his head.
"Never you mind. C'mon." Arthur stood, pulling the ear buds with him, "I want to find a building before it gets dark." I gave him a look but stood to follow him off campus and to the busy streets beyond. We walked side-by-side in relative silence as Arthur surveyed the streets. I was sure he'd just ignore me if I tried to talk to him now so my time was filled with playing Snake and Tetris on my phone.
"Alfred, try to keep up. I'll leave you to get lost if you don't hurry up." I looked up from my paused screen to see him standing a block away.
"Whoops. Don't worry, I'm coming!" I ran to catch up and, as he turned to walk away again, I latched on to his jacket. Arthur didn't seem to mind, too busy searching for an abandoned house or gas station to sneak into. He led us around another corner and it wasn't too long before we were in the middle of derelict city. All of the buildings and shops in the area were either tacky or run down and, from what I could guess, Arthur had his pick of several places. It only took a few moments for him to decide on an old video store down the road and across the street from us
"So, how are we gonna get in?" Arthur checked the front door and I was unsurprised to find it locked. He then began to look around the place a little slower than I'd seen him operate. He resembled a jungle cat sizing up an opponent.
"All right," he turned to say, "wait right here. I'll open the door in a tick."
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