His head hurt. That was the first thing that came to Arthur's mind. Arthur glanced over his body. He tried to figure what was the cause of his headache. He looked at his arms, and legs, but he could not find any bruises, so he was not hit. His body was not injured, but his body felt hot.
'Seems like I have a fever...'
Arthur knew, that he would be encountering fever sooner or later. Arthur knew it because he was working like a madman for the whole month, sorting all of the students' data, and also filling the work that supposed to be his subordinates'. Well, Francis was also there, but sorting all of the data was not a job that can be done by two persons, that was why, Francis, who had a dog-and-cat relationship with Arthur, acted nicely to him lately. Francis understood the weight of Arthur's responsibility, and also his pride. If the President of The School Committee was not being stubborn, he could help him more.
'But...where am I?'
Arthur glanced at the room. It was Francis', and also his room, instead of his work-room. The temperature in the room was warm, not cold like in his work-room. Scent of freshly-baked pancake filled the room. His jacket was folded neatly in the couch. His desk was clean, not filled with papers. Although, there were clothes and several things scattered around the floor.
'Come to think of it. I was not here. And how could I ended up here.'
Arthur tried his best to remember the event that had happened before he was carried here. He wanted to thank the man. Arthur may be not a social-person, but he is a gentleman, so he has to thank the person who helped him.
But then, he finally remembered all of it. The confession, and also…the kiss.
Arthur wanted to tear his eyebrows out of embarrassment. He concealed himself below the bed's cover, hoping that no one would see his face, which was red as tomato, from ear to ear.
But fate said the other way.
There are two other people in his room besides himself. Their voices were not completely foreign to him. There was one voice which he realizes.
Alfred F. Jones.
'Heishereohmygoddpleasedon'tlethimfoundmepleasedont'
Arthur was as panic as hell. His thought raced, panic filled his head. He did not want Alfred to see him in such a state.
"Ah, you are already awake, Arthur?"
The other voice asked. Arthur knew to whom this voice belongs to.
It belonged to Alfred's roommate, who was also his brother.
Matthew Williams.
Arthur did not give the brothers any answer, despite the fact that he was obviously already awake. Matthew did not do anything, and just placed the plate of pancake in Arthur's desk. But Alfred, who could not read the situation, took a step closer and took the cover off, revealing Arthur who was obviously hiding below it.
Large emerald orbs met the sky blue ones. Arthur was completely speechless. His face was really close with Alfred's that time, which made Arthur's blushed face grow even redder, if it was possible.
"A-A-A-Alfred. Nice meeting you here." Arthur was not sure of what he should say or do with the American, but the first thing that he do was averting his eyes from the American who was above him. It was clearly obvious that Arthur was avoiding any contact with Alfred. Not because of hatred though.
"Geez dude, you collapsed suddenly when you were doing all of that papers." Alfred, who was still above him, sighed.
"Umm, well, I thank you, if you are the one who brought me here. But… would you move? This position is kind of… err… awkward, if I may say."Alfred seems may have realized it, didn't move one bit from the blushing blonde. Or maybe he was doing it in purpose.
"Eeeh? What's wrong? You are my lover now, so nothing is wrong with it, isn't it?" Alfred pouted and slightly moved away and reached for his burger. Arthur was even more terrified of Matthew's reaction. Matthew may a calm person, but he can do terrible things when he mad.
But Matthew's reaction was completely the opposite side of what Arthur thought it would be. Matthew was calmly typing in his phone. Arthur was relieved that he may not hear it.
"You already had done it eh, Alfred? Well, I hope my idiot brother is not giving you any burden." Matthew said, walked to the side of Arthur's bed, and bowed.
"Aww Mattie, that hurts, you know! I am using all of my power to help people, not to create more burdens to them!" Alfred threw one of his French fries to Matthew. Matthew looked slightly annoyed, but since he was already used with his brother's childish act, he decided to let it slid.
"You are only using your power, not your brain. And that is the very definition of an idiot." Alfred got a serious damage. He shuttered, and when he could not find the right words to counter Matthew's attack, he just pouts, and eating more of his French fries.
Arthur, whom usually preferred a calm situation, did not bother to stop the brothers' fight. He looked speechless instead of angry. Arthur was not bothered by the fact that they fight in Arthur's room. Arthur was worried of Matthew's answer regarding his relationship with Alfred. Arthur was really sure that the usual action would be confused, and told them to break up. But, Matthew's response was a calm one, like that is news that he used to hear.
"Umm, Matthew.. you are not concerned with our…err..umm..well, call it as our relationship?" Arthur looked at the Canadian who was smiled at his question.
"Well, I am not really concerned about it, since I know you, and you are not a bad person. But how unfortunate, someone who is as good as you wasted on a man like him." Matthew gave him a plate of his hand-made pancake, which was Arthur gladly accepted.
"H-Hey, that hurts, Arthur! You are supposed to be in my side!" Alfred faked his tears.
"But Matthew was stating the truth, so I agreed with him." The Canadian nodded, while the American sulked in the corner of the room.
Poor Alfred got picked by the both of him. When Alfred glanced at his wristwatch, it was already 05:43 PM.
"Holy shi—hey Mattie, it is already 05:43 PM! Let's get going!" Alfred picked up his bag which he left near Arthur's bed. Alfred left first, not forgetting to give Arthur a kiss on the forehead, and left the Englishman blushed. Matthew left after he told him where he placed the medicine for Arthur, and gave a proper thank you to Arthur.
When the two brothers left, Arthur sighed and ate the pancake Matthew made happily. Matthew's pancake was famous because the richness of its taste.
When Arthur was left all alone, he began to think about various thing. The first thing that came into his mind was Alfred's sudden confession. Putting the plate in the left side of his bed, he rested his head on the pillow, drowning his head on the comfortable pillow.
'Why did he suddenly confess to me? It is not we have something in common…'
Arthur tried to find the right answer for the question. He began to count the number of the things they have in common. And the answer was… zero. They had nothing in common.
Alfred was a sociable person, when Arthur was not. Alfred was a fan of heavy metal music, when Arthur was definitely not one of them.
Arthur could not see the things they had in common. Not even one.
Arthur's thought gone to several places. Like, Alfred was going out with him, which Arthur never agreed to, in purpose to gain things, and status. Or Alfred was only playing around with him. Or the possibility that Alfred was having a steady relationship just because Alfred was tired being a single.
Arthur could not push those thoughts out of his mind. They kept resurfacing, no matter what Arthur did to stop them. He was dominated by the voices in his head, telling that Alfred did not love him. Or Alfred was only playing around with him.
Arthur tilted his head to the right side of the pillow, covering his ears with the pillow. But the voices were still there. This time he turned to the left side of the pillow, and also covering his ears. But the voices were still there, haunting him like an endless torture.
Arthur knew it was futile to sleep, so he decided to take the medicine that the Canadian told him to take.
"..It tastes so bitter, no wonder why no one likes it."
"But you will not get a rainbow without a little rain, mon chere." Francis waltzed from the door, carrying a plastic full of bag of teas, flour and other cooking ingredient.
"Well, it is nice to see you awake again. God, you were scaring me and Alfred. Why didn't you say that you were tired? And you collapsed in the middle of working, that was not a beautiful way to pass out, you know." The Frenchman sighed dramatically, mocking the Englishman as he handed a grape-flavoured Popsicle.
"Why should I collapsed beautifully? I gain nothing from it. Besides, I have to push myself, and I also would not let myself slacking on my work. And thank you, for the Popsicle." Arthur stated coldly.
Francis observed the man in front of him. Acted so coldly, yet so childish. Actually a kind-person, yet not showing it. A sympathetic person, yet always hiding his concerns. A truthful person, yet always saying things sarcastically.
"But, seriously. Don't overwork yourself. It's bad for your health." Francis patted Arthur's head. No mocking tone could be heard in the words Francis said. It was showing a pure feeling of concern, and also worries, not like the usual tone of joking he usually used. Francis was not making fun of him.
"...does my fever THAT contagious?" Arthur looked utterly speechless.
"W-What?"
"Whoa, you are not sick, aren't you, Francis?" Arthur reached Francis, putting his right hand on Francis' forehead, and putting his left hand on his own forehead, checking the temperature.
"..What the hell, Arthur. And here I was, the beautiful me was truly concerned about you." Francis was walking to his bed, and sitting on it.
"Ha! That kind of attitude does not suit you, frog-face." Arthur laughed. But actually, he felt kind of happy to know that someone was concerned about his well-being.
After that, Arthur was reading a book on his bed, while Francis was checking his self out in the mirror. None of them spoke, silence engulfed the room.
"Hey, Arthur." Francis' voice was rather a little quiet.
"What is it?"
"Are you really... going out with Alfred?"
Francis' question caught Arthur off-guard. Arthur was not prepared about any question regarding Alfred, and his current relationship with him.
"W-Wha, it is nothing important.." Arthur shrugged, while rolling his eyes. It was really obvious that he was hiding something from his roommate.
"Don't dodge the question, Arthur." Arthur swore that time was the first time he heard Francis with such a deep tone, without his flirtatious tone.
"Your relationship with him, Arthur. I demand an answer." Francis faced Arthur.
Francis' face was really serious, he was neither kidding or playing around. He was demanding for an answer. An honest one, not covered with lies.
"What the hell, Francis? Why are you suddenly got serious? It is nothing of your concern, isn't it?" Arthur had to admit that he was terrified of the Frenchman in front of him.
"It has—well, forget it. I'm heading out for a fresh hair." Francis looked like he wanted to say something, but he could not.
'What the hell? He was angry with me, and he suddenly left like that?'
Arthur was kind of curious about the thing that the Frenchman wanted to say earlier. That was the first time Arthur sees Francis with that serious face.
Arthur glanced at his alarm. It said 19: 43.
"I guess I will take a bath first, and cook something later.."
Arthur locked the room's door, and heading toward the bathroom. He looked at his reflect on the mirror.
His eye bags were visible, and noticeable. His usually vivid emerald orbs were looked kind of dull. His hair was messier than ever. His skin looked so pale.
Sliding one of his slender fingers on his hair, he noticed that his look was not a look of a healthy person.
'Oh well, time will cure everything.'
Knock knock.
Someone was knocking on Alfred and Matthew's room.
Each of them was busy with themselves. Matthew was cooking in the kitchen, Alfred was playing his games. They sent an intense gaze to each other.
Another knock was heard.
Matthew knew that his brother would not open the door, so he opened the door, to prevent that person from badgering the door and disturbing anyone.
When Matthew opened the door, it revealed the person who was knocking the door.
Francis Bonnefoy.
"Well, Matthew, would you mind if I come in?"
"U-Uh sure, Francis." Matthew was taken aback with the Frenchman's sudden polite attitude.
Francis came in, and Matthew back into the kitchen to make a glass of tea. He sat near Alfred and watched him beating the boss of the stage. Alfred was aware of Francis' presence, but he said nothing. But, it started to worry him, because Francis was not saying anything, which is not normal. The usual Francis would comment him like, Alfred should stop playing games and spend his time with a girl, or his dearest one. But this Francis, he said nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a word, not even letting a sigh escaped. He just sat there.
"Here, Francis." Matthew offered his freshly made cookies, and a cup of tea.
"Thank you, Matthew." Francis smiled slightly.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Alfred was the one who was asking. He turned off his game, and sat in front of Francis.
"It is not about a complicated thing. Just let me sleep here for a night."
Alfred and Matthew were not really surprised about the sudden question, since this is not the first time Francis asked for it.
"Whaaaaat, you had a fight Arthur again?"
"Well, you could say so, Alfred. And hey, mind if I ask a favour?"
"Say it, Francis."
"Would you sleep with Arthur tonight?"
Matthew and Alfred looked surprised. Especially Alfred, since he was the one who being asked to.
"Well, I don't mind at all, but you certainly have a reason, don't you?"
"He is sick right now, and I don't think he has the strength to left the bed, so I am asking you to take care of him, since I'm currently not in a good term with him. And he is extremely cautious, so I will give you the key of the room, since he was probably locking the door the time I left."
"Well, you said you are his lover, didn't you? You have to take care of him then. Oh, and I'll give him some of my soup. Wait a moment, Alfred." The Canadian hurried into the kitchen then.
"Our soup, Mattie."
"Stop acting so gluttonous, Alfred." Matthew sent him a glare that reminded him not to make the Canadian angry.
Alfred only pout, and then heading toward the President's shared room with a box of dinner in his left hand.
He hummed during the tour, looking at the doors' number, checking the right number of Arthur's room. After walking around for 15 minutes, he finally found it.
'There it is! Room 801!'
Alfred tried to get in, but the door was locked as Francis had suspected. Taking the room's key from his left pocket, he unlocked the key, and revealing a half-naked Englishman closed the bathroom's door.
Arthur was certainly just finished on taking bath. A towel was hanging in his waist, revealing the petite body of Arthur. His hands were drying the drenched blonde hair, revealing the curves of his body. Water was still dripping from his chest, his face, and also his hair. His pale coloured skin was having other colour which is red, from the embarrassment. His Emerald orbs were wide for having another man in his room, and seeing him half-naked.
"W-W-Wha! What the bloody hell are you doing here, y-y-you git!"
Arthur was seriously caught off-guard this time. He would never imagine having other man sees him like this. Panicked, Arthur turned around, running to the desk and hiding behind it.
"Whoa, I didn't mean to peek, dude! Seriously!" Alfred was in his defensive state, trying not to suffer much damage from the objects he expectedly would fly over him. But the flying objects would never come.
"Uh, well, ok. Could you please bring me the clothes I have prepared on my bed? I would appreciate it if you do so."
"Okaaaaay."
Alfred walked to reach the clothes Arthur mentioned before. It was folded nicely on his bed. Alfred walked over to Arthur which was hiding below the desk and gave him the clothes he asked for. Alfred looked at the boy below him.
Arthur's body was so slender and petite, almost like a body of a woman. His face was hidden under the desk, but Alfred could see the red cheeks. His arms were hugged tightly by his arms, not letting them go. Emerald orbs were not visible, since Arthur covered it with his eyelids. Alfred could not help but chuckled at the nice view in front of him. Alfred could imagine t he things he could done with Arthur in that kind of appearance, waiting to be eaten. Naughty Alfred is naughty.
'Get yourself all-together, Alfred F. Jones! You have your self-control in the palm of your hands!'
Alfred tried to stop the urge to throw the smaller boy to the bed. Kissed him passionately, marking him in every places, moving their bodies in a synchronised melody, and doing other things.
"Why are you standing there with such a wide mouth and a dumbfounded expression, you git? Turn around so I can wear my clothes." Arthur demanded. It was hard for him to see half naked by another person, especially Alfred.
Alfred turned around and Arthur started to wear his clothes. The sound of zipping the pants, the sound of the buttons being buttoned. Alfred could hear all of it.
'Oh damn god, this kind of situation really gives me a hard time.'
Alfred admitted that he was feeling horny the time he saw Arthur naked. The taste of Arthur's delicate body. His moan when Alfred touched his sensitive spot. The softness of Arthur's lips. He wanted all of it.
"H-Hey Arthur, let me borrow your bathroom."
Alfred placed the soup he brought and placed it in the table. He ran off, without hearing a "yes." from Arthur. He ran out while covering his face. How could he look Arthur at the face when he still had those kind of ideas in his mind?
Reaching the bathroom, Alfred opened it, and locked the door. He looked at his face in the mirror.
Red
That was the only colour he sees.
'Oh shit, Arthur is going to make fun of me like this.'
Alfred turned the faucet on, letting cold water fall to his hands. The water looked so pure. As pure as Arthur. Alfred doubted that Arthur had done it with someone else. Splashing all the water to his face, Alfred finally calmed down. When he done with drying his face, he walked out of the bathroom.
When he was already out from the bathroom, Arthur sat in his own bed while reading a book with his glasses. And fully clothed.
Alfred had to admit that he was kind of disappointed, but he did not admit it to Arthur, nevertheless.
'Wait, glasses?'
"Heey, Arthur. Since when did you wear glasses?" Alfred asked out of curiosity.
"Hm? It has been stuck in my face since three years ago."
"Eeh, how come I never see you with your glasses?"
"First, we never talked much before. Second, you never come to this room, except you broke the rules. Third, I only wear it when I'm reading, since using glasses are not easy." Arthur stated with a calm face, his fingers were counting the fact he stated.
"Eeeeh? I never broke a rule. Besides, you look much cooler with your glasses." Alfred smiled at Arthur which make Arthur covers his face with the book.
"D-Don't say stupid things, git." Alfred could not see it, but he was sure that he was blushing that moment.
"Have you eat dinner yet?" Alfred asked and walked to the place where he left the soup earlier.
"No, I haven't. Why would you ask?"
"Everyone is worried about you, you know. Even Francis was sleeping in my-"
"Francis did what?"
"He said he will sleep here, since he is in a bad term with you, and told me to sleep here, because no one will take care of you. That's the very reason why am I here now." Alfred gave Arthur a portion of the soup, and he ate the burger he brought.
"That damned frog." Arthur looked slightly annoyed.
Both of them ate without any sound or voice accompanying them. Only the sound of the clattering fork, or spoon. No one said a word. The television was quiet, since no one bothered to turn it on. After Alfred has finished his burger, he lied down in Francis' bed and looked at Arthur who was eating quietly and decided to strike a conversation.
"Hey Arthur, have you think about it?"
"About what?"
"My confession."
This question caught Arthur defenceless. He was avoiding this topic the entire time, and Alfred brought it up.
"W-Well, to be honest, I haven't give it a thought. I mean—we are both men. And then I don't know you that well. I still need time." Arthur sighed. His voice was low and quiet, but since Alfred sat beside him, Alfred could hear him clearly.
"Then, why don't we go to a date tomorrow? You will know everything about me."
"..you sure?"
"Of course I am!"
"U-Uh well then, since I have nothing to do, I could agree." Arthur put the bowl of soup aside and crossed his hands in his chest, looking to the other side.
"It has been decided then, Artie!"
"It's Arthur, not Artie you git!"
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Finallyyy dooone!
I'm sorry I just update it today orz
Exams kept preventing me to write this story, so I could not write this chapter D:
well luckily, the exams have finally over, and I rushed to write this story :")
I apologise for any grammatical mistakes, or typos. I hope anyone will tell me! And also, I would love to know what do you think of this, like the story's plot might be too fast, or anything. I would accept any kind of comment gladly :")
And thank you for everyone who reads this! I appreciate it.