It was a sunny day, the sun shining brightly in the blue sky, and the sand hot to the touch beneath vulnerable feet. Arthur hated days like this, mainly because people were quick to congregate on the beach on these insufferable days, happy to do anything and nothing simultaneously.

He sat curled up on the sand, his knees tucked under his chin and his arms crossed loosely over them. The scorching sand burned underneath his swimming trunk clad arse, but Arthur had come to love the feeling after so many years. His majestic green eyes gazed dazedly at the clear waters, the familiar pull piercing through him like an arrow.

He clutched at his arms and squeezed his eyes closed. 'Not now,' he thought angrily. He could get through this. All he had to do was ignore it, and then everything would be fine-

"Watch out!"

BAM!

Arthur yelped, surprised at the sudden pain in his head. He vaguely noted that he was no longer sitting on the sand; rather, he was spread eagle over the grainy rock particles. A shadow passed over him. Arthur slowly opened his eyes and saw blue.

"Dude, are you okay?" the man above him exclaimed. Arthur slowly opened his eyes and stared up at the stranger.

"I'm fine," the green-eyed blonde stuttered. He grabbed the hand the other had held out to him and squealed as he was pulled up. "T-thank you for helping me up."

The man laughed. "Oh, it's no problem," he winked at me, "You're too cute not to."

"EXCUSE ME?"

Huffing in annoyance, Arthur stalked down the beach with his arms crossed tightly across is chest. 'Damn that wanker! If I ever see him again, I'll slaughter him where he stands!'

After that bloody American had insulted him (at least, he had to Arthur), the offended brit proceeded to slap him across the face and call him a 'right wanker,' then stormed off. Many stared after him as he left, and the American had grumbled, "Man, I was so sure he was gay!"

Arthur was, coincidentally, but what is a tsundere to do?

He prowled the beach for a rough hour, not paying attention to where he was going.

'That stupid wanker. Are all Americans like that? God, I wish my parents hadn't abandoned me in this stupid country-'

Arthur snapped out of his thoughts and jumped in surprise as his legs bumped into something hard. He looked down and saw that the offending object was a post. It was attached to a fence, blocking the rest of the beach. The blonde's eyes trailed to the sign situated above the fence.

It read:

WARNING! DANGEROUS CREATURES AHEAD! KEEP OUT!

Bushy eyebrows rose in amusement, and striking green eyes wandered past the blockage and to the shore following it. A sly smirk crept its way onto pale lips. Well, he came this far, why not keep going?

Arthur slung his leg over the low fence, his other limb following soon after. He took a step. Hesitantly, he gazed back to where he came. Then, he turned back sharply and set off, hoping to catch a glimpse of these apparent 'dangerous creatures.'

He scoured the beach for quite some time, climbing over boulders and logs. Occasionally, he came across large snapping turtles ("Bloody hell, they look like mutants!) and was forced to go around them else he lose a toe. Day was slowly shifting to night, the first star already lighting the sky. Arthur huffed and plopped onto a boulder. He carelessly grabbed a rock and tossed it into the water, grinning slightly at the splash it made.

The orphan sighed softly and gazed out at the sea, the pull returning full force. Yet, this time, he did not fight it. He stood up and floated towards the shoreline, his eyes shining brighter with each step. He stood there, staring, hesitant to finally answer the call after all these years.

Go.

Well, there you have it. Hope you liked it and that you are not glaring at it with hate burning in your eyes. Oh, the American was not Alfred, just so you know. He was just some random dude.

I had a football game Friday! The Marching Band played (yes, I'm a total Band Geek and proud of it) and were on TV! ABC13 News, the news station recording us, voted us as the number one band in the state! I was only on for like, two seconds though. *sigh* the life of a Pit Percussion member. I have to admit, we were kind of rubbish out there… Oh, well, seems like no one noticed.

Review and I'll update faster (unless the Login decides to be a jerk, which is why this wasn't posted on Friday like I had planned). I had to write a whole new Author's Note. Sad face.

~EveryoneKnowsMeInWonderland