Whaaa lots of stuff! An author's note, prologue, AND chapter one! Well I hope you enjoy!
Author's Note
Hello and thanks for reading! I hope you don't mind but since this book doesn't take place in the Hetalia universe, I've got some explaining to do. I'll just make you read some of the author's note, then you can read the prologue and decide if you want to read the rest of the book. If you decide to, you'll need to read the rest of this note.
Know that this book features child!Alfred and child!England from Hetalia. It's not a fan fiction because as stated earlier it doesn't take place in the Hetalia universe. No other characters from the show appear and both Alfred and Arthur are normal humans in this.
Okay you can read the prologue now.
Read it? Wanna read the rest of the book? Great, I'm so glad it's good enough to impress you that much. I'll do some bulleting before explaining the two boys more individually.
~This book takes place in modern England. I'm American so I might not get the setting completely right.
~They both have British accents, they've been English their whole lives.
~This book is written in English (UK) to match the book's setting.
~Some chapters feature Alfred's thoughts, others Arthur's. It's pretty easy to figure out who's.
~The boys are in second grade, at the same school. The sort of school that's strict and makes the kids wear uniforms.
~I'm not a paedophile. I'm writing this because I need to remind myself that all true knowledge is achieved during childhood. The worse that happens in this book is the boys might kiss sometimes. Take that as you will, but know that I used to kiss my friends when I was their age. So it isn't necessarily romantic. It's hard to tell, considering their age.
Now to address Alfred. His full name is Alfred Fitch Jones and he's six years old. He lives with his gay parents Jackie and Robert.
He's cheery (if not a bit dumb) like his older self, but he's far more innocent and sweet. His hobbies are drawing and story telling. His favourite things are matchbox cars, cartoons, dogs, and colour.
When if comes to his relationship with Arthur, he considers them best friends. He doesn't quite get Arthur but he loves him anyway. He has a bad habit of calling Arthur 'Artie'.
Onto Arthur! His full name is Arthur Isaac Kirkland and he's seven years old. He lives with his single mum Samantha. He has no idea who his dad is.
He's extremely shy (more so out of timidness, not want to be alone), but once he gets to know someone he's completely tsundere. His hobbies are reading and listening to people. His favourite things are odd facts, fancy words, bunnies, and the colour green.
He considers Alfred decent but he's in denial of acting caring for the lad. In truth, he's very confused as to what he feels for his friend. Sometimes Alfred's just straight-up annoying, sometimes he's lovable. It's all very confusing.
That's it, enjoy the book!
Prologue
Alfred stared out of the classroom window, twiddling his right hand that clutched his pencil. Well it wasn't really his pencil, but he didn't mind. That girl hadn't been using it anyway.
"Artie, whatcha think clouds are made of?" he asked, not bothering to face his friend. Arthur sighed and pulled on Alfred's shoulder. Alfred paid no attention.
"They're made of water, twat." Arthur bitterly replied. Artie liked to pretend he was bitter, but Alfred knew Artie really did like him. I mean duh, they were bffs: best friends forever!
Alfred turned to face Arthur.
"Are you sure? And what's a twat?" he asked. Arthur raised an eyebrow, and Alfred decided to play along and pout.
"My mum told me. She told me about clouds and twats!" Arthur replied. That stare he was sending Alfred was kind of scary, but but Alfred only deepened his pout and stared back. 'Cus Alfred was a hero and not a scaredy pants. Ever.
Arthur 'hmph'ed and Alfred did to. Arthur crossed his arms and Alfred followed. Arthur looked mad. Really mad. Alfred lost his pout.
"Stop it!" Arthur yelled, punching Alfred's arm with both fists.
"Oo~ow," Alfred whined, "I didn't mean it! And you still haven't told me what a twat is." He uncrossed his arms and with a hand rubbed his injured arm; Yes, it was totally injured. It hurt, and hurt things are injured. Duh.
Arthur looked away with his arms still crossed.
"A twat is a stupid person." Arthur informed him. Alfred frowned and looked down.
"S-So...so I'm a stupid person?" Alfred asked. He looked back at Arthur, and Arthur sighed and looked back too. Arthur begrudgingly uncrossed his arms.
"N-N...well I guess...no." Arthur admitted. He wasn't lying. Only twats lie, so he wouldn't.
Yeah.
"W-Well you don't need to cry about it!" Arthur yelled. No, said. He just said. And Alfred wasn't crying! In fact, he never cried, not once in his life. Because heroes don't cry, because crying's stupid, because he wasn't a twat ever never ever and-
Arthur kissed him. Alfred opened the eyes he had forgotten he had closed. Arthur's eyes were closed tight. A little too tight. Suddenly those same eyes shot open and Arthur pulled away. He covered his mouth and looked away.
"'Od mm s'ch a git." he mumbled into his hand. Did his mum really tell him all those weird things? He said such funny words sometimes. But they were still mean.
"I don't think you're...you're a git." Alfred put shyly. He stared into his lap and twiddled his thumbs.
"...really?" Arthur asked. Alfred wished he could see what Arthur's face was like, just to know if he was still sad. But Alfred was too embarrassed to look.
"Tha...thank you." Arthur said. Alfred sheepishly looked up. Arthur sat with his head a bit too high and his hands in his lap. He was looking at the teacher instead of Alfred. Alfred smiled anyway.
"You're welcome." he replied, laughing loudly afterwards. Suddenly a loud 'thrap' came from his desk. He let out a small 'eep' and looked down to see a ruler on his desk. Looking back up he saw the wrinkled face of his teacher. She was scowling.
"Quiet please." she snarled and walked back up to the front of the room. Maybe that's why Arthur had been sitting that way. Alfred straightened up and returned his stare to the teacher. He wasn't paying attention.
Arthur had kissed him. Which meant he loved him. 'Cus they were friends.
….
Why didn't other friends kiss like that?
Alfred glanced at Arthur. Artie's blush had faded. Alfred rested his cheek on his fist and looked back up at the teacher.
It didn't matter what other friends did. Him and Artie were the bestest friends ever, and only best friends kiss. Everyone else just needed a best friend.
And Alfred didn't mind things that way.
Chapter One
Your Arms Around Me
"I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you."
Lyrics from Taylor Swift's 'Enchanted'
Let's go back to the beginning.
Alfred giggled and ran through the long grass in his new back yard, spinning around and not paying attention to the darkening sky. Until he tripped on his own two feet and came tumbling to the ground head-first.
A small screech escaped his lips and his hands met the ground before the rest of him, so that his face wouldn't end up smashed. He whimpered and sat up.
The sky was close to black, if it weren't for the moon and stars that looked like little holes in an old quilt. He shivered, his last thought reminding him of how cold it had gotten.
He lowered his gaze to find that all he could see around him was grass. Tall, yellow grass. He had known his backyard was big, but he hadn't know it was that big. He frowned and rubbed an eye.
What should he do now? Where should he go? It was impossible to tell. He stopped rubbing his eye and sat down, crossing his arms. He felt a tear trickle down his cheek and he wiped it away.
He wasn't a cry baby. He was just lost. But he'd find his way home, right?
A soft sob escaped his lips, surprising him. It was very frustrating for a hero such as himself to be so desperate. Hero's never get lost. Ever. And they defiantly don't cry.
"A-Are you all right?" a voice from behind him said. Alfred turned around to see a boy about his age, dressed in a school uniform and some sort of cloak. This boy looked sad.
"Yeah. A-Are you?" Alfred asked, rubbing the last of his tears from his eyes. The boy shifted uncomfortably and looked at the ground.
"...I'm fine." the boy said. He was holding his own hand and his mouth seemed to be twitching. Alfred furrowed his eyebrows.
"No you're not." Alfred stated. He stood up and put his hands on his hips like he'd seen his daddys do so many times. The boy lifted his head and blushed. His face kept squirming, as if he didn't know how to react.
"W-Well, there's nothing you can do about it." he said sadly. Somehow he kept a stare at Alfred. Alfred pouted.
"I could still try to make you feel better." he said. He raised an eyebrow. The boy rubbed his eye.
"N-No you can't!" he protested. He turned around and started running away. Alfred stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before he came to his senses and chased after the boy.
He quickly caught up and to keep the boy from running more he wrapped his arms around him. The boy squirmed, but Alfred had been told he had a tight grip.
Finally the boy settled down, and Alfred swore he could hear a sob. He looked down to find the boy crying. Alfred loosened his grip.
"A-Are you okay?" he asked. The boy sniffed.
"D-Do I look okay?!" the boy retorted. Alfred frowned.
"...I'm sorry." was all he could think to say. The boy sniffed.
For what felt like minutes they stayed that way, Alfred hugging the boy just to comfort him. Eventually the boy coughed.
"T-Thank you." he said. Alfred shivered. It was just so cold today.
"I was just being a hero." he put bluntly, laughing. The boy coughed again, and Alfred let out an 'oh' before releasing the boy.
"My name's Alfred!" Alfred put proudly. The boy looked away.
"I'm Arthur." the boy answered. His voice seemed to drift off.
It was then that Alfred noticed his house was behind the boy.
"Whoa dude! There's my house!...Um, I gotta go now. But I'll see you tomorrow at school, okay?" he said. He waited for the boy to nod before running off.
"Bye~!" he cheered and laughed.
Why had that boy been sad? He'd have to ask him later. He could tell they were going to be super awesome friends.