Aaaahh this would be the first time in forever I ever try to write a series. I'm not a native so please excuse my weird drama.
Inspired from a RP I had long time ago, I barely made out the details so I just yolo all the way, enjoy!
The street light flashing repeatedly through the train's window, reflected on the ear piercing of the blonde. Arthur feeling anxious to stay still, his eyes couldn't help but drowsy. It's almost in the middle of the night, not many passengers on the train right now, the British made himself bold out with leather suit and hard boots, the luggage under is his seat and a leather guitar shape bag on his left side. No one would care if a rebellious looking individual like Arthur passed out on the seats, but the man's dignity wouldn't allow himself that pleasure. He sighed and leaned back against the seat, stared pointlessly at the station board.
There was none of those destinations called out for him, he didn't have a place to come back either. The echoes from the heated argument between him and his brothers were still lingering in his mind, although he could barely make out what they actually shouted about, mostly because he was so fed up with their bullshits. A slammed door together with everything he had prepared in the luggage, was the cut off of the conversation. And now he found himself on the unknown train, letting whatever comes will come.
Arthur didn't realize he was blacked out during the moment, to the dreamland it seemed soft, warm and easy to breath, unlike the hell hole he's left way behind. There was nice scent, made him would want to never wake up.
But he did, due to something leaned against him.
At first Arthur tried to ignore but the heavy weight dropping on one side of his shoulder more and more, made him grunted. It started poking, tickling slightly against his neck made Arthur's face furrowed and he snapped up.
"Ugh…what the-"
For a moment he stopped his cursing because he thought that white hair was from an elder, but after squinted his sleepy eyes to make it's actually an albinism young man, probably around his age, was dropping his eyelids close.
Apparently Arthur nodded off for a while and didn't notice the next station had brought a passenger that sat next to him. The man rested his head on Arthur's shoulder, seemed to be soundly asleep. On his arms were holding a small bouquet which the blonde assumed the nice scent was from. Of course who wouldn't sniff a stranger to confirm such thing, nope. Half because of being disturbed from his own dream, another is because he was still pissed from the last argument that Arthur seemed to let himself pour his anger on the stranger.
Who the hell did he think he is that to sleep on the other like that? The blonde frowned and stared at the sleeping man as if his glare could kill, which, of course, the albino had absolute no idea.
On the while of staring, Arthur registered how long the man's eyelashes were as they were as white as his hair. He could almost hear the other's steady breath from the slight parted blossom lips, which bolded up from the ivory skin, somehow it made his nerves stilled. Arthur blinked and went embarrassed as realized he had been staring for too long, his head shook away from the thoughts. What the hell he was thinking?! In fact if he was in so discomfort, he should wake this guy up right now!
Yea, he should. Despite of the angry thought, Arthur only managed to poke the pale cheek timidly as if it would hurt him. He flinched slightly when earned the albino's tiny whine. His lips pursed thin and repeated the poking until the stranger eventually gave up with another grunt and slowly opened his eyes. Those red ores disappeared and reappeared under the white eyelashes, and they shifted to look at Arthur in surprise.
"…Huh?" the starlight haired man blinked again and lifted his head away from the comfy shoulder, his voice was croakier than Arthur expected. "Ah crap, I fell asleep…" He grunted, checked if the bouquet in his hand was still intact while he brushed his eye slightly.
Arthur couldn't read why the other later glanced at him and tugged a smirk, yet it surely got him irritated. His brows knitted together, making a displeased face that the bouquet guy couldn't miss. However, the male showed no hesitation with his wide smirk.
" What's it? Cannot get enough with my awesome face?" He then laughed a weird sound, made the blonde flustered and frowned even more.
With a short sigh, Arthur kept his calm image and shot a glare to the other, his arms crossed. " Why would I?"
" You have been staring at my face for a while now."
" Well, don't you think there might chance you have drool on your face?" Arthur blurted.
It satisfied him so much to see the pale man flinched and raised the back of the hand to his mouth. His eyes narrowed when caught a curve on Arthur's lips corner. Knowing himself got caught in the punk's trick, he snorted lightly and proceed to… wipe his hand on Arthur's leather jacket.
Snapped eyes wide open, Arthur let out a loud curse and jolted backward, caused the other to burst out in an amusing laughter. "What the bloody hell!? This was bloody expensive! How dare you?!" The man's angry scream only made the other to laugh harder if it was not for the train's announcement of the station they'd stop next.
The albino snickered and stood up to drag the luggage out beneath his seat " Well then, this is my stop. Bye bye, Eyebrows." He batted a wink at Arthur and turned his heel.
What did he just call-How dare he?! Arthur grimaced furiously and quickly snatched his own stuffs, chased after the man without any thoughts about it. Well, not like he had decided where the station he should take off anyways.
Arthur ran out of the entrance to catch the sight of that stranger heading to the street "Hey you!"
The man paused and looked back, raised an eyebrow quizzically. Arthur was kind of frozen at that stage, what was he supposed to say? He just ran after him without thinking much. And now he was loss of words at how childish he was to be pissed off on something so small.
"You—don't think I would let it slide that easily, do you?" He grumbled, subtly bit the dried bottom lip in nervous. Now he sounded like a bloody thug, his appearance wouldn't help either, just about great.
The other made a very confused face while staring at the young blond man, but Arthur could tell his vermilion eyes were scanning all over. After a moment to jump into conclusion, the albino tugged a smirk, oh how Arthur wanted to slap that smirk out of his face, and said.
" You're not running away from home, are you, kiddo?"
Like a knife cut, Arthur's face paled quickly, how did he know? Well, damn, of course he could guess it out due to the huge luggage Arthur brought along and being all pissy like a teenage twat. But his face soon filled with angry red from being called 'kiddo' by someone didn't look any older than him. "What would that have anything to do with you? And I'm no child so shut your yap!"
"Ja, ja, whatever. So are you getting in or not?"
"I- What?" Arthur blinked and realized the pale guy had called a taxi over while he was outraging, yet he couldn't catch a glimpse of what he meant with the question.
"You don't have anywhere to go, do you?" The other seemed to read his thoughts, shrugged casually after put luggage in the taxi's trunk. " I can let you stay for a night, only if you want."
The punk frowned slightly but he went hesitant to consider about the offer. After all they were totally strangers and the suggestion came out of blue, to be honest, it's too good to be true. Night had already fallen and he was lost from home, alone in this huge city. A door slammed sound awakened Arthur from his lost thought, seeing the other already in the car freaked his nerves as he hurried run toward it.
"W-Wait!"
Thrown his stuffs inside, he quickly seated himself next to the new acquaintance on the back seat. When the taxi started the engine, he knew he couldn't go back anymore.
"So what's your name?" The other looked at him, the bouquet sat neatly on his lap.
He's silent for a second.
"Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."
"Well then, the awesome me is Gilbert Beilschmidt. Nice to meet you, Arthur." Gilbert grinned.
Once again the lights flashed through the window one by one, piercing through the shadow inside the car. But this time, Arthur didn't find himself alone anymore.