CHAPTER 1- THE JOURNEY BEGINS
The blonde stared quietly out the window of the fancy car. His green eyes were dull, and he wore a white suit with a top hat of the same color. His right hand was clasped tightly around a pure black cane. The ship loomed in front of the slowing vehicle. Soon his door was opened and he climbed out, closely followed by a blonde Frenchman with blue eyes. The man wore a black suit and had a perverted smirk permanently printed on his pale face. There were bustling sounds of busy people, and a voice called out to the Frenchman.
" Francis Bonnefoy? Mr. Bonnefoy, sir!" The short man clambered clumsily to the Frenchman and huffed out " have you checked your bags? You will need to go…."
The Englishman zoned out and glared at the large boat. He scowled and was prodded in the side. He quickly turned his head to his French fiancée.
"Arthur, man cheri, lets go~" and Francis clasped onto his British fiancées hand, pulling him hastily to the small bridge that was connected to the Titanic.
The bar was filled with uncouth drunks and Alfred's electrifying blue eyes concentrated on his hand. The cards held a slight excitement to him and he glanced around the table.
"well? Today is someone's lucky day! Lets see who it'll be" he smiled sweetly and chuckled.
The Russian across the table glared at his partner and muttered something to him in Russian. Alfred turned to the Italian sitting to his right. "Feliciano?" The brunette shook his head slightly and set his hand down to the table, his cowlick defying gravity and bobbing around. The Alfred turned to the Russian across from him. The Russian shook his head.
"Net …" Alfred turned to the other Russian. "Natalya?" *
The girl lay down her cards and looked at the American.
"Awww man, 2 pair" Alfred looked sadly at Feliciano "Feli, I'm sorry-"
"Vaffunculo! Alfred-"
"Sorry that you wont be seeing your mom anytime soon! We are going to America! Full house boys!" Alfred threw down his cards and grinned at his friend.
Feliciano gasped and grinned back "I'm going-a to America!" he jumped around excitedly and the tables around them started to cheer. Suddenly the bartender announced "No- The Titanic is going to America, in five minutes!" and he nodded towards the old oak clock behind him. Alfred and Feliciano stopped then hurriedly dumped their winnings into their bags, hastily making their way out into the bustling streets and pushing through the busy crowds. Alfred climbed onto the bridge and ran towards the men holding the doors open.
"Wait! We're passengers!" his tanned hand waved the yellow sheets in front of the man's face. Said man paused the spoke.
"Have you been through inspection?" Alfred nodded his head swiftly.
"Yeah! Besides, we don't have lice- We're American, both of us!" He lied. The man nodded and let them through. They ran towards the deck and pushed their way to the rails, Alfred and Feliciano clambering onto the rails and waved to the crowds.
" Good-a bye everybody! I will never forget you!" Feliciano shouted at no one in particular. He grinned airily and frantically waved his hand above his head. Alfred laughed and looked at his friend. The boat departed from the dock and Alfred gestured to the doorway.
"Lets find our room!" He led Feliciano down stairwells and through corridors, looking carefully at each door "we are two lucky sons'a bitches, ya know that?". He turned a corner and found their room.
" Here it is!" Al threw open the door and walked into the small room, facing two more Russians. "Hey! I'm Alfred F. Jones" He took hold of one of their hands. He was tall and had grey hair, his eyes a violet color. The Russian was stunned and he hesitated.
"Where's Natalya? … ." Al ignored him, and turned towards Feli who had climbed onto the upper bunk.
"Hey! Who said you got top bunk?" Al laughed and lightly punched his Italian friend before climbing into his lower bunk. Who cared? He was on the ship of dreams!
Arthur ran down the deck of the Titanic, his face filled with despair. His dirty blonde hair clung to his face, and sweat dripped from his nose. He gasped in air desperately, pushing past the people who still walked on tie deck. He wore a black suit, his tie flying allover the place and at one point he'd dropped his cane. Stopping on the back deck, he glanced around frantically, his eyes stopping on the railing. A million thoughts ran through his mind, and he walked slowly over towards the cold metal rail. His fingers met the icy iron, and grasped onto it. Looking around, he made sure no one else was on the deck, then he carefully climbed over the rail. He slowly turned and looked at the black waves in an unsure manner.
"Don't do it." An American voice said clearly. Arthur snapped his head back to face the blonde male. He wore a brown, leather bombers jacket, and a white button up, the top few plastic bits unclasped. A pair of baggy, unkempt brown pants were tucked into black- brown boots. His suspenders were the only thing holding up his pants, save for the small piece of metal that was a button. His skin was slightly tanned, and he had a pair of wire framed glasses resting on his nose. His eyes were a remarkably electrifying blue, and his hair was messy, a stray cowlick sticking up. A lit cigarette was resting between his pale lips.
"Stay back! O-or I'll jump!" the Englishman stumbled over his words and glared at the American.
Said American pulled the cigarette from his lips and gestured slightly to the railing. He stepped forward and threw the rolled paper into the water. He stood where he was, hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he rocked on his heels, seeming to mull over something before he said "No you won't"
The Brit stared, bewildered, at him."I beg your pardon?"
"I said you won't" The blondes grin looked painful. "If you do, I'll have to jump in after you." He pulled his leg up and rested his dirty boot on the metal, swiftly untying it, repeating the process with said boots other. The he shrugged himself out of the leather bombers jacket. "Ever been to Wisconsin?"
The Brit stared at the American, confused. "Eh- what?"
"Wisconsin. They've got some of the coldest winters around. When I was a kid, my dad took me ice fishing- that's when you-"
"I KNOW WHAT ICE FISHING IS" Brit spat angrily.
"Anyways, I fell in once, and let me tell you, water as cold as that, it hits you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can't think about anything- least, not anything but the pain. Its horrible"
"… does it really hurt that much?" The Brit asked curiously.
"Mmmhm" The American boy grinned goofily "that's why I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you. Heh."
The Brit contemplated what the boy had said and finally turned carefully. The boy's grin widened and he reached forward to help the wealthier man.
"I'm Alfred, by the way. Alfred Freedom Jones!"
"Arthur Kirkland. Its nice to meet. You.
Slowly Arthur clambered towards the top rail, but before he was able to, his shoes slid against the slick, frozen metal. Quickly, the blonde reached out and grabbed Arthur's hand. He spoke softly, yet hastily, in the midst of the Brits screaming "Climb up, Its ok, I got you." So Arthur quickly clambered back up, and Alfred pulled him over, landing on top of the Brit.
"What is going on here?!"
Authors Note:
hey guys. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you like it. ;w; sorry about any typos.