Chapter 2
Arthur arrived hours later in Philadelphia. And the long plane journey had nothing to help his sore ass.
Arthur held high hope for America. He thought that it might be his one chance to find that one place that he belongs. After America well he didn't really want to try Australia, it was too far away to even bother trying or think about, so the only next best option would be Canada. With fifty states how could he go wrong, they all spoke English although from Arthur's perspective it seemed like broken English.
And of course well he just hoped that he could find some sought of decent place to stay in he didn't want to end up living in the gutter so to speak.
So after leaving the airport he headed into town to in the hope of finding a decent hostel to stay in, his plan was that after he found somewhere to stay was to find some sought of job to earn a bit of money cause that plane ticket cost him a good shiny penny that he did not want to think about ever again. After walking around for what seemed like hours on end he still needed to find somewhere half decent. He thought that Philadelphia was a good place to start but who knows, he might have to catch a train to somewhere like New York City although if he did he could be sure that he would be living in the gutter.
When the sun was starting to set he finally, finally found a hostel.
"Oh at bloody last. Why did it have to be so hard to find somewhere? Who would've thought it would have been so hard to find a hostel."
But Arthur didn't care at this point he just wanted sleep the plane journey was so long and he hadn't really slept all day and jet lag was really starting to set in at this point. So he went in and booked himself into the hostel and then just slept.
He fell onto his bed with a groan. "Uhhh fucking jet lag."
Arthur woke up the next day to find that it was pretty late in the day although he could always blame his jet lag for that. So after leaving the hostel and finding something decent-ish to eat, seeing how little cash he had left after exchanging Euros for dollars, he went job hunting. Lucky enough for him it didn't take too long, it was easy for him to find a job to get, for some reason the Americans loved his British accent and easily offered him a good job working in a nice little fancy restaurant as a waiter and the pay was going to be good. Who knew Arthur might after working in this restaurant for a good few months he might be able find a cheap little apartment to stay in, things were looking good for a change.
After being in Philadelphia for a few months Arthur was starting to have extremely good high hopes that maybe just maybe he had finally, finally had found his once place. That was until one very unfortunate day.
Arthur was walking down the street as usual; he had the day off from the restaurant and was just taking in the sights as he always did on his day off thinking. "I might start looking to see if there were any apartments available. I mean I'm definitely building up a sizeable amount of money from the restaurant although the hostel is not helping."
As he was walking down the street he got a very bad feeling that someone was staring at him.
And then all of a sudden a pair of arms had wrapped around him. "Mon petite lapin I finally found you after so long. Ah~ it is so good to see you again."
Arthur looked at the person, horrified to see who it was. "Oh bloody hell not you again."
"Oh mon cher what do you mean? It's me your sweet dear Francis, come let's go to the airport and go back to sweet Paris and live happily ever after together oui."
"No way in hell! I am not going anywhere near you!" Arthur had managed to get out of Francis' hold.
Francis had tightly grabbed a hold off Arthur's arm. "But petite lapin come on our plane will be leaving shortly."
"No let go of me!"
"Yo dude is there a problem here? Do you need any help?"
Arthur looked at the person who had just placed his hand on Francis' shoulder, surprised to see a someone actually helping him.
Arthur looked at the person with sandy blonde hair, wonderful sky blue eyes hidden behind a pair of square rimmed glasses.
"Oh no you silly little American he just with me and we're just about to head to the airport." Francis just brushed off the hand of the stranger with his free hand.
"I am not going to the airport with you, you stupid bloody frog!"
"Oh mon cher don't say things like that, come on lets go to our little home." Francis tried to pull Arthur in the direction of the airport.
"No way in hell!" Arthur did his best to fight off Francis but it didn't seem to work.
"Ah yo sorry Frenchie dude but I don't think bushy brows here wants to go with you man."
Arthur flinched slightly at the mention of his large eyebrows.
"And would you know you silly little American."
"I am not a 'silly American' dude I'm a Hero. And look he doesn't want to go with you, so why don't you back off."
"You know I do have to agree with the American here. Back off you frog! Your are nothing but a bloody stalker."
"Dude he's a stalker? Then seriously as a hero I cannot allow you to go anywhere near him."
"O-Oh but mon cher I thought you loved me as I love you?"
"I do not love you, you frog. You stalked me for months and then when I got drunk you fucking raped me!"
"He did what man?"
"I-I did not do such a thing, it was consensual oui?"
"I don't remember a thing a bloody thing of what happened that night."
"Ok look dude I think you need to go before I call the cops on you."
"This is not over mon cher I will get you to come back home with me." Francis then left thinking that he didn't want to get caught by the police.
"Yo man you ok?"
"Tsk great just bloody great now I've got to find somewhere else."
"What da ya mean?"
"He's obviously been following me again. I've got to find somewhere else to stay now. It took me forever to find that place."
"What ya talkin' about?"
"I've probably got to go out of state, find another stupid hostel to stay in and then another job."
"Whoa man you staying in a hostel? If that Frenchie dude is giving problems then why don't you stay at my apartment for a bit, until you can find somewhere else."
Arthur was confused at the American, giving him a place to stay but it was confusing as to why he goes around saying that he's a hero, he couldn't quite believe it. But at this point he was willing to agree to anything if it meant getting away from Francis.
"Fine but. Ok . . . only until I find somewhere else or I've earned up enough to get of this state."
"Whatever dude. You can crash on the couch if you want. Come on I'll show you the way. The names Alfred by the way, Alfred .F. Jones. But call me Al."
"Arthur Kirkland."
Arthur followed Alfred to his apartment keeping an eye out for Francis just in case.
A/N: I told you that Francis wold be back and we have Alfred who really did get to act like a hero.
I just want to say that if the first two chapters have sounded weird in wording or how its read then that's because I experimented with transcribing them from an audio recording that I made. the other chapters won't be like that they will be done how I normally do it.
I'm not too sure when then next chapter will be up I've been really busy lately with Uni.
i'll shut up before I start rambling
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