I'm baaaaack! Did you miss me?
I think you did.
I'll believe you did, just to give myself a little joy.
Okay, here is the second chapter! I hope you enjoy it!
Wee-ooooo! Weeeee-oooo! Weeeee-ooooo!
Arthur was still sitting in the middle of the road, next to his savior, when the ambulance came. He was in a bit of a daze. He wasn't aware of what as happening around him. All he was aware of, was that he almost got hit by a car, but someone came and sacrificed themselves instead. He kept staring at the bloody man in front of him, not knowing what to do. Should he try to wake him? Should he just stay there? Should he say something? But if he were to speak, what should he say? What could he say?
Arthur's was brought back to Earth when someone tapped his shoulder. He hesitantly turned to see who had touched him. He was met with a scary looking man. He had blonde hair that was slick back, with icey blue eyes that could burn a hole in your very soul. His outfit consisted of a black uniform, with a light blue stripe going down the sides of the leg. He had a golden police badge placed upon the left side of his chest, right above his heart. Arthur cringed a little just by looking at him. He slowly stood up, shakily, so he could tempt to speak to the officer. Upon standing, Arthur noticed a name tag on his uniform. He read the name, Ludwig Beilschmidt.
The officer, Ludwig, pulled out a pen from his breast pocket, clicked it, and looked at Arthur. His hand tightened around the clipboard he was holding, trying to balance it. He took a deep breath before looking at Arthur. "Sir, what is your name?"
Arthur hesitated. He opened his mouth, before quickly shutting it. He opened his mouth again, before shutting it a second time, like a gaping fish. He ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a frustrated sigh, then focused his attention back to the officer. "Arthur," he breathed out. "My name is Arthur Kirkland."
Officer Ludwig gave a curt nod before focusing to the clipboard in his hands, probably to write down his name, Arthur figured. Ludwig looked at him again. "Do you know the name of this victim?"
Arthur shook his head, sadly. "No, sir, I do not know his name."
Another nod. Ludwig wrote again. "Do you know where the victim was before he got hit?"
Another shake of the head. "No sir.."
Ludwig clicked his pen and put it on the clip board. "Alright, thank you for your time. You are going to have to come to the hospital with us, for you did get yourself cut up." He gestured towards Arthur's body.
Arthur blinked before looking down. It was true. Not only was he covered in his saviors blood, but his own as well. He felt something dripping down his forehead, which he only guessed was blood. He felt pain in his abdomen and chest area, probably from being pushed so roughly. And now that he actually paid attention... His right foot felt like it has been bashed with a sledgehammer. It looked like it too..
Arthur was swept out of his gruesome thoughts when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked behing him to see a slim man about his age, with wavy shoulder length brown hair and soft green eyes. Arthur looked at the name tag. His name was Toris Laurinaitis.
Toris smiled at him and gestured to a wheelchair that he had rolled over. "Sir, may you please sit in the wheelchair? We would like to roll you over to the ambulance, your foot looks painful to walk on.."
Arthur almost laughed at that last statement. He would've if the current situation wasn't so drastic. "Of course," he replied. He slowly but cautiously sat in the wheelchair, and relaxed.
Toris started to make his way over to the ambulance, when they were both interrupted by a girly scream.
"Liiiieeeet!"
Both of them turned their heads to see a man, with bright blonde hair and green eyes, come galloping their way.
Arthur heard a soft sight from Toris before speaking to the girly man. "Yes, Feliks? What is it?"
Feliks stopped when he saw Arthur, and then pointed at him. "Is this the guy who was, like, supposed to get hit and knocked in to, like, next week?"
"Feliks!" Toris gaped at his friend in horror.
Feliks pouted. "Well, it's, like, the truth! But I found out the guy's name. I think you, like, know him. Alfred Jones, am I, like, correct?"
So my savior's name is Alfred.. Arthur thought. Wait, Officer Toris knew him?
Sure enough, when Arthur turned his head to look at Toris, he noticed that Toris' eyes were glazed. He looked back at Feliks, who was no longer smiling. Instead, he had a sympathetic look on.
Arthur watched as Feliks moved toward Toris, who was gazing in front of him, not focusing on anything. Feliks slowly brought his friend in to a hug, rubbing small circles on his back. "Toris, I'm like, so sorry. I'm here, if you like, need to talk or something."
Arthur watched as Toris barely nodded his head, and with one arm, hugged his friend back. "Thank you, Feliks. I appreciate it. Alfred isn't dead, right?" He looked at his friend hopefully.
Feliks shook his head. "No, he's not dead. But he is, like, severely injured. But he'll live."
Toris nodded. "Thank you." He wiped his eyes with the hand that wasn't gripping the wheelchair. "Now, let's go to the hospital."
They got to the hospital rather quickly.
The ride was short, and the only thing that the nurses did to him was bandage his foot, clean him up, and put IV's all over his arms.
Other than that, nothing much.
Arthur was seated in a room with three beds. He was on the left. Alfred, who was his savior's name, thanks to Toris, was on his right. Alfred didn't wake up. Which was understandable, Arthur figured, for he did take the greatest hit out of all of us. He heard from one of the nurses that the driver got knocked out, and his name was Eduard something.
He was staring at the wall, for no reason, but was later disrupted by the sound of the door opening. Arthur looked to the door, just in time to see someone running in the room, next to Alfred.
"Alfie!" The newcomer did not hesitate to plop himself next to Alfred's bed, take his hand, and start crying softly. "Oh, Alfie! What happened to you? Please wake up, Alfie.. Please"
Arthur stared at the newcomer while he cried. He couldn't see his face, but what he could see of him, he was petite. He had a slim figure, almost a bit feminine, he had shoulder-length hair, and delicate hands, from what he could see. Although, by the way he was gripping Alfred's hand, and the way his knuckles were turning white, Arthur assumed he was pretty strong.
A few awkward moments passed before Arthur decided t break the silence, and to make himself known. After taking a few deep breath, just in case there was yelling, he cleared his throat.
The other jumped, nearly falling off the chair he was on. He looked behind him to look at Arthur, then quickly wiped his face of any tears, although they were still falling. He smiled softly, wiping off another tear that has fallen. "Hello. My name is Matthew Williams. Are you the person that" he took a deep breath, probably to cease any threats of continuous crying. "...my brother saved?"
Arthur noticed that his own hands were fidgeting with each other, most likely from nerves. He nodded, slowly. "Yes.." His voice was a bit raspy and choked, but it wasn't from crying. His throat, he noticed, was awfully dry. "Yes, I am the person."
Matthew gave a hum of acknowledgement. He looked at his hands that were in his lap. He was the one who's hands were fidgeting, now. He looked up at Arthur, but he didn't say anything, he just stared.
Arthur used this time to his advantage, taking in the details of his savior's brother. He had a calm looking face, charming, perhaps. It had a feminine shape, which isn't a surprise, Arthur thought, for he does have a petite, feminine body. His eyes were a light violet shade, which were wide open now, from nervousness, perhaps.
Finally, after moments of looking at one another, taking in each other's looks, Matthew broke the silence. "What's your name?"
Arthur didn't hear him, at first, for Matthew's voice was a meek whisper. "What?" Arthur said. After taking a moment to comprehend the words that were spoken, he answered. "Oh. My name is Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."
Matthew's mouth formed a little 'Oh', then he slowly turned his head, to look at his brother. Arthur was left again in to awkward silence.
That silence, however, was not long. For both males turned their heads in the direction of the door, when someone new came in.
"Mattheiu, mon ami, how is Alfred?" He wasn't facing the room yet, he was still coming in, slowly.
Matthew gave a soft smile, even though the newcomer didn't see it. "He's unconscious, Francis. But he'll live." You could hear the sadness in his voice.
"Ah, that's good to hear. At least he'll get better, non?" He turned around to face the room, but stopped abruptly when he laid his eyes on Arthur. "Arthur?" He gaped at said man.
Arthur knitted his eyes together in a disapproving glare, his emerald green eyes filled with venom and a mean scowl was planted on his face as he looked at the other individual. "Frog." His voice, Francis noticed, was filled with venom as well.
Matthew looked between the two blondes, before speaking. "You two know each other?"
Francis ceased his glaring before looking at the one who spoke, his face breaking out in to a small smile. "Oui. Remember I told you I had an enemy since childhood? This," he gestured to Arthur, "is him."
Arthur made a low growl towards Francis. "And how, may I ask, do you three know each other?" He looked at Matthew and Francis.
Francis sighed and walked towards Alfred, who was still unconscious. He took a look at him and shook his head sadly, taking a hold of the American's hand. "Arthur, remember when I told you I had a boyfriend, whom I met in college?"
Arthur now had a look of confusion on his face. He nodded slowly. "Yes. You broke up with him after nine months, right?"
Francis nodded. "Oui." He leaned down and planted a kiss on Alfred's forehead. "This is him. Alfred. He was my boyfriend." He sighed. "We decided it was best to stay friends. We were just too different from each other. Well, not that much different. But we agreed that being in different majors, and the distance, that we wouldn't see each other that often. We still hang out and talk, but just as friends." He wiped a tear from his eye.
Arthur nodded. "So that's how you two know each other." He looked at Matthew. "And I'm guessing you know Matthew because he was Alfred's brother?"
Matthew nodded. "Yes. I met him two months after Alfred had first met him."
Francis gave a small chuckle. I still remember the first time I had met Alfred. It was in our second year of college, and it was in September. We were in Physics, I believe. Alfred was late for class, and no on knew why. He was never late, always on time. The teacher was calling out names, and she called out Alfred's. Now, I said I didn't meet him yet, which is partially true. I knew of him, and I've seen him, but I didn't know him personally. She called out Alfred's a couple of times, and then her face started to turn one in of panic. Some of the other students were panicking as well. I remember a classmate of ours, his name was Yao, yelled out that he was going to call Alfred to see where he was."
Francis looked to see if Arthur was listening. He looked interested, as did Matthew. So he decided to continue. "Two other students were absent. Their names were Gilbert Beilshmidt and Matthias Kohler. Which wasn't a surprise, they were the class hooligans. After some time, there was a loud bang. Everyone stopped what they were doing. Yao stopped trying to call, the teacher wasn't calling out attendance anymore, everything ceased. Then, after a moment, Gilbert, Matthias, and Alfred came running in with firecrackers! There was no reason for it, they just were. The room, I remember, was chaotic. Yao and Kiku, who were standing the closest to the door, dove under the table which was nearby, crouching in a turtle-like position. Everyone went running in different directions, not really knowing what to do. But, after everything has settled down, and they got an earful from the teacher, they were assigned partners, to keep watch of them. I was assigned Alfred. Gilbert was assigned to a guy named Roderich Edelstien. And Matthias was assigned to an Icelandic boy named Emil Steillson."
Francis was trying to control his laughter. But he wasn't really doing a good job. He calmed down and sighed. "It was great, it truly was. And the rest, well, you know." He shrugged.
Arthur chuckled. "Well, Alfred seems like a very energetic guy."
Matthew nodded. "He is. He claims that he's a hero, and he tries to help everyone in any way he can. Wether the situation is small, or big, he tries to help people. He truly is a great guy, Alfred."
Francis nodded. "Oui. He is." He checked his watch and gasped. "Mon Dieu! Matthieu, we have to go! It's about 12:00 already."
Matthew gasped and hurried to get himself together. Oh, dear. We have to go now. Nice meeting you Arthur!" He ran toward the door before looking back. "And take care of Alfred!" With that, he left.
Arthur smiled and nodded. "I will." He watched as the two left the room. Once the door closed, he sighed and looked towards Alfred. He reached over the bed and touched Alfred's hair, twirling a tuft through his fingers. He leaned back in to his own bed and smiled.
"A Hero, huh?"
Happy New Year!
Mattie and Francis have now come in to view!
I really have no idea what to do next. Should Arthur get out of the hospital, should Alfred wake up, or should another visitor or two come in to view? What should happen?
Review, por favor!
