Hello, dear viewers ! I'm glad that I got to update today ^^
So, about the previous chapter, I just re-read it and realized it needs some changes. Because, I decided to put the younger nations (students) in lower classes. Lol, so..just keep in mind that this story will be mostly narrative. Also, please remember which time/year they are in. For this chapter, Alfred is a 10th grader 15 yrs old, and Arthur is 11th grader 16 yrs old. It will be mostly like this until otherwise is mentioned.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Sensitive
Part I
Alfred's POV
Tea time.
'Is it some holy sort of a daily ritual for British people?' I used to doubt that, but no longer after being together with a certain, strict Brit for four years. I confirmed it – the holiness of it that is. Never. Ever. Mess. With. A Briton. While. They're having tea... You really should listen to my advice, and avoid the forbidden act, which I've done.
"WHY. IS. MY. TEA. ONTHEGROUND ?!" A deafening yell rang in my ears violently.
"..–Umm, err—"
"WHY, ALFRED?!—" My poor older brother slumped his shoulders as he shook, lowering himself to pity the spilt tea. Shouting desperately like that, but he wasn't talking to me. It seemed as though he was mumbling to the tea on the floor. Indeed, he was.
"Arthur, I'm...sorry—" The words slipped from my mouth, for I was starting to feel really guilty for spilling Mr. Tea. The look on my bro's face had taken me aback; it was the one a mother would show when she hears of her dead child.
Not listening to me, however, I sighed softly as I dropped next to him on the ground. Blinking for a second, then I awkwardly crept my arm over his shoulder. Slowly. And very careful not to scare him further more.
Somehow, the air felt really tight when I finished my move.
"...–WHAT are you doing, BLOODY GIT ?!"
Slam. Ouch.
This time, his voice was as high as would a school girl's be if someone lift her mini uniform skirt. Strange, really.. But that painful slap on my face was even stranger. No actually, the mad blush flushed on his cheeks was the strangest of all. Confused as f*ck, but for now I just held up a hand to my abused cheek.
"...D—DAMMIT !" Arthur cursed, then rose quickly to his feet and fled away. Very, very quickly.
Before I had a second to react, I found myself running like hell outside my house, trying my best to catch up. Hey, wait. Why am I chasing after him ? It's not like he'll never come back, right ?
Finally, logic hit at me and I halt at once — tripping over. Ouch, again. I must have looked like a big fool, judging from the looks and laughter of surrounding neighbors.
"U—umm, I'm okay, haha!" Standing up, I lamely spoke, trying to kill their awkward stares. And indeed, it worked. Those peeps then giggled and resumed their actions.
Ah, right.
My bro - I gotta make it up for him as soon as possible. Otherwise, god knows for how long will he never talk to me. It was my fault after all, because I've done the forbidden.
I have spilled Mr. Tea.
And I gotta pay for it some real good price. That said, now enough with this typically Indian drama that happened in just five minutes. Initially, it all started when I knocked over the coffee table as a result of a failure attempt to change my course as I ran.
Oh well, for now, I'll just go back to what I was actually gonna do.
Eat a burger !
Part II
Arthur's POV
Ah—.. What have I done..
Thinking about it, it's as though I was totally out of my mind – maybe I was, for real. To think that I would actually yell at and hit my dear little Alfred... Now that's going pretty wild isn't it ? Okay, I know I often shout and smack him, but not for real. More than anything right now, I just wish that he's doing fine – that he hadn't actually take it so seriously. Heh, I guess regret won't solve anything anyways.
But hey, this is Alfred Jones we're talking about. I bet he will totally forget it by the time I go to apologize to him. He's much clumsier than to hold a grudge against his only, older brother – I know. However, the reason making me anxious about the matter is the fact that I hit him. And that one definitely must have hurt. To be honest, I bet even his parents never lad a single finger on him.
Speaking of the matter, it reminds me of my own family. Frankly, I don't know whether I miss them or not... Probably only my mother.
Back in my hometown, I used to get a lot of beating on a daily basis. From father, my older brothers, and the man I used to work for. Seven or six - maybe even when I turned five..I was sent to work in the harbor instead of going to 'school'. Because my family is dirt poor and they can barely afford their dinner - I had to work.
Few years later, mother and I moved here; to America. It indeed is miraculous how it happened. It indeed is blessing that I no longer wipe the floors and get beaten like I used to. God indeed is merciful.
Back to my topic, I think at the time of the incident I was probably thinking back of my former home. As a result, I unconsciously went ahead and slapped the innocent Alfred. Though, he's not completely innocent. You think it's not really important, but still. He. Spilt. My. Black. Delicious. Tea.
Arghh—..Okay, I gotta get over this and totally...t-totally—..
W-WAIT A SECOND ! He...saw my pathetic face - the pathetic blush... There's no way I could just go and..
But I have to, right ? The apology isn't going to say itself. P-plus, I am the older one - so yeah.
In a second, I managed to stop my self-argumentative brawl in my head. Looking around, I mused on the scenery at my small room. Basically, it looked as though a storm has crashed over. Well, I must admit that I've been in a bad mood ever since I returned home from school. Shuffling around momentarily, I searched for a reason for my bitter mood, but I found none.
With a thick swallow, I rose to my feet and looked down at my stuff. Scattered books, thrown clothes, and some other objects. Guess I should do some cleaning.
Managing to finish soon, I gave a smug look, proud of my work. Then, grooming myself a bit, I headed to Al's.
"Hey, Brother" I greeted, slumping my shoulders in embarrassment.
"Oh, hi Arthur! It's you !" Alfred beamed his usual smile at me and ushered me inside. "Come on in!"
See? I knew it. This stupid git of a brother isn't the type to sulk and act serious. But right now, instead of focusing on the matter, my mind started to wander off in the wrong time - mesmerized by the brightness of a single smile.
"Umm, Alfred ?" I hesitated, sitting back on red cushions in his room. "I-I was wondering... Well, I'm sorry. Al, really." Bringing up the subject, I started to feel nervous.
"Huh–.. Oh, no. Not at all, bro!" He turned to look at me, withdrawing his hands from wooden shelves. "Listen, bro. There's no way I could possibly get upset with you, really. Don't let it get into ya!"
Ehh..? Shocked. I was really..shocked. I never knew he could be so thoughtful. "Oh, okay. But Al, I do insist on formally apologizing - to relieve my conscience that is" I said, stubbornly even though I know he had already forgiven me. "Younger brother, I apologize for suddenly hitting you, for I believe I was absent-minded at that time. I wish from you to forgive my act."
"Aw, again with the formalities.. Ok, let's just forget the whole thing, kay ?" He waved his hand dismissively.
Smiling, I nodded my head and moved on.
"So, want some tea ? This time, I'll make sure it stays in the cup, haha" He joked teasingly, again with the usual giggle.
Ok, this is it for this chapter. Hope ya like it. Also, please be patient. I'll update frequently, but its gonna take a while before it gets to the love story.
See ya in next chapter, guys! ^^