This is an introduction to my first self-written fanfiction "Crawl like a Worm from a Bird..." It is my first attempt at using pre-existing characters in a story that i created. Be gentle with me, but also be honest. I haven't gotten close to anywhere yet, so...wait and see where my twisted mind will take us next!
He was spiraling.
They knew it. He didn't.
How could something so obvious go so unnoticed by the person suffering with it?
Good question.
It was a quite, brisk, clear-sky day. The birds flew around him in the serene setting, yet the sounds that they made seemed like a bunch of noise. Alfred took in a deep breath. The sun was shining and the air seemed clean as he walked up and into the building where the world meetings were held. There was one thing different about today's routine, though…
As he walked into the room, the congregation fell silent. Everyone eyed him with glances that could make one so paranoid about oneself. He didn't seem to notice. Or did he?
He sat in silence, rather unusual for Alfred Jones. No stupid comments, no anything from his mouth. Arthur had been relatively concerned about him as of recent. Of course, the word 'relatively' must be noted. The silence was pressing him to say something, despite the sounds of Ludwig making his announcements and all…sighing, he scribbled down a note to pass to him. The meeting was dull today, anyway. It was always over the same old thing. He finished writing it and gently slipped it into Alfred's hand, who took it gingerly, as it he actually thought it would bite him. It read:
"Come see me in front of the conference hall after the meeting. You and I must talk."
Alfred looked it over and then over at Arthur questioningly. Arthur sighed and turned his attention onto Ludwig, who seemed to have noticed their inattention. Arthur glanced over at the wall clock. Time was going so slow, it seemed, and he tapped his fingers on the table…but before he knew it, it was over. He got up with the others, including Alfred, and followed the crowd out.