It has been a very, very long time since I posted, so here's a little attempt at fluff.

I'm sure everyone has had the experience of hearing kids scream and cry on the train, but thankfully our dear Alfie is pretty tame! *wink

I live in Canada, hence the use of the word "skytrain", but I use "train" and "skytrain" interchangeably since I think they're pretty much the same.

I don't own anything except the story.

Enjoy!

They were waiting for the skytrain.

Alfred watched as his younger brother writhed uselessly in the baby carriage. A belt strapped securely around Matthew's tummy and his short little arms flailed about as he tried to communicate through his baby babble. Alfred was happy about being a big brother and no one had been more excited than him when his brother was born, but sometimes Alfred wondered what was cool about being one. Matthew cried during nighttime, took their parent's attention away, and couldn't even say a word for Alfred's amusement. Being a big brother was kind of boring now, but Alfred was sure it would be fun later on….maybe.

How old was Matthew? Alfred looked at his fingers and counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight. Matthew was eight months old now, and mommy promised Alfred that his baby brother would be able to speak after his first birthday...which was something-months away.

Tired of looking at his brother's attempts to communicate, Alfred turned his head and looked at all the people around him. They were tall and strong, and Alfred wanted to be just like them when he grew up. He looked up and realized he couldn't see the big, flashing thing that would tell them when the train was here. He slipped through a forest of legs and reached the big yellow line that he wasn't supposed to cross but looked fun to step on. He let the edge of his toes cross the bottom of the line and peered down at the big iron rods that paved way for the train. It was such a mystery to him, how the things called "train tracks" could carry the big heavy train full of people.

"Alfie, come back here!" Alfred shrunk at his mommy's tone. She had seen him step on the yellow line and wasn't happy. He didn't want to go back, but when his mommy used that tone on him it usually meant he had to do what she said, now.

The skytrain came and Alfred closed his eyes as the wind breezed in his face. This was what he enjoyed most about waiting for a skytrain: when wind magically appeared when the train came into station. Sometimes he would spread his arms and stand there, feeling the wind as it blew against him, and imagine he was way up high in the bright blue sky, wings spread and flying. Alfred's daydream was broken by the tug from his mother's hand and he followed her into the train, one hand clutching the fabric of her pants. He sat on his mother's lap and looked curiously at the person who was already seated beside them. There was nothing special about her, just a blank face and blank expression like everyone else on the train. Maybe Matthew felt unhappy about the blandness and lack of life, so he began to cry.

"Hush, don't cry…" Alfred's mother said as soothingly as she could, one hand grabbing Alfred while the other tried to rock the carriage gently.

"Maybe Mattie doesn't like people?" Alfred suggested as he reached a hand to touch his brother's head. The baby cried even louder.

Alfred's mother sighed as people began looking, some showing irritated faces and some just smiling.

After a few stops the person next to his mommy got off, and Alfred sat on the spot near the aisle. He liked this spot and he didn't want to move.

"Move over please," His mother told him patiently. Alfred shook his head.

"I like it here."

His mother asked him to move again, but Alfred was looking at his brother. Matthew was still flailing his arms and crying, his face scrunched up and beet red. Suddenly his mother scooped him up and put him on the window seat.

"I don't want to sit here!" Alfred demanded as he tried to sit on the aisle seat again.

"I have to sit here otherwise your brother will be alone." His mother tried to explain to him, but Alfred didn't want to listen. He liked that seat and he wanted to sit there.

"I wanna sit there!" Alfred wailed as he began kicking the board in front of him.

"Honey, please don't kick the train." His mother said in a low voice, her fingers wrapping around his arm. Alfred shook her off and began sulking. He kicked the train a few more times for a good measure before deciding to stop.

He looked out the window for a moment but decided against it because the sun was too bright against his eyes and he didn't like it one bit, so he opted for looking in front of him. Alfred hadn't noticed there was this tall piece of plastic above the board. He could see himself in it, his outlines slightly blurred and the sun hitting off his face. He looked at the plastic board some more, and realized there were a pair of pretty green eyes staring straight at him.

Alfred stopped sulking and rubbed his eyes before using his hands to make binoculars to look at those eyes again. He blinked twice and stared hard, wondering if those eyes were real. The more he looked, the more he began to see an outline of a person. The person had blonde hair that seemed to stick up in some places, and his lips were set into a solemn line that could have fooled Alfred if he hadn't seen the slight twitch at the edge of his lips.

Alfred turned around, but the person sitting behind him was looking out the window. He frowned slightly before turning back to stare at the board again. Sure enough, those green eyes were looking at him with a smile. He turned back again, but the person still wasn't looking at him. His mother turned her head slightly to look at the person before looking at Alfred and turning his head back to the front gently.

The skytrain stopped and Alfred watched as mysterious-green-eyes got off the train. The door closed and Alfred stared at the glass to see if the person was still there. Those green eyes were really pretty, and he wondered if he would ever see them again.

The next chapter is Arthur's POV!