Chapter Two
I'll see you soon.
1:23 a.m.
It was dark the room was silent, excusing the occasional creaking of the house leveling itself out.
The light buzzing of Arthur's phone making him groan and turn over, not wanting to be bothered at such an hour. But no matter what he did to try and block out the noise, it kept buzzing. He figured he better be something important or else they would have stopped after the first try. He did usually pick up his phone on the third or fourth ring.
Rolling over and picking the phone off the floor, bringing it close to his face with one eye open to see who it was.
Matthew, he hasn't talked to the Canadian in quite some period of time.
Yawning, He picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked tiredly, already falling back asleep. "H-Hello Arthur, i'm sorry to bother you at such an hour, but it seems Alfred's flight has been delayed, he says he should be home soon and that hes very sorry about it" His voice was small and he sounded tired, maybe he was sleeping when Alfred had called him and gave him message?
Arthur sat up, sighing and running a hand through his birds nest of hair, "Thank you for telling me but may I ask why he just didn't call me himself?" He got up slowly and walked to the window, pulling the curtain back to look at the amount of light that was present.
"I'm not sure..he just asked me to tell you, he sounded ready to burst. He might have been afraid of taking his anger out on you accidentally and called me instead?" It does seem like a great possibility Alfred would be afraid of bursting and taking it out on Arthur.
Arthur nodded "I see, That sounds something like"- he yawned softly -"Like something he would do. Thank you again"
"Anytime, good night Arthur" The line went dead and he let the curtain fall shut as he walked back to the couch.
His mind still wondered why Alfred did not just call him himself, maybe he knew how grumpy Arthur could get when awoken at such an hour? He just didn't know.
No he was fully awake, not knowing what to do. It was quiet and dark, only a sliver of moonlight slithering in from the cracks here the curtain did not cover on the sides.
"I suppose I can go for a walk..." Walks were always a good way to waste time.
Grabbing his coat and pulling on his shoes, he headed out the door. Not bothering to lock it or grab his phone.
He stood on the porch for a moment, looking around and seeing the empty cold wet streets lit up only by yellow light bulbs coming from the street laps on every corner.
He looked up at the one above him, being able to stare straight into it due to the dull lighting it gave off.
Arthur looked away when he felt the need to start blinking. He blinked slowly, looking around again before turning to his left and starting to walk down the sidewalk. Purposely jumping in little piles of water when he saw one.
Sighing, he noticed that the air was cold enough to where he could see his own breath. He scoffed and muttered something about how he "hated this weather" of course it was a lie, he was a Pluviophile, a rain lover in other words.
Looking up at the sky, a thin smile made its way to his lips as he let the soft dribble of rain drops hit his face. From someone elses angle he probably looked very weird, sitting there smiling up at the sky.
"Arthur?" He turned around quickly, searching for the person who called his name. Unfortunately, there was no one there. "Maybe I'm just really tired and should go home.." he muttered to himself, mentally debating if maybe he was just hearing things.
"Am I that tired?" He rubbed one eye softly and turned around, heading back towards the house. Stopping to yawn and stretch, then to take a look at his surroundings. Shrugging, he clasped his hands behind his back and headed down the street.
1:59 am.
Opening the door and softly swinging it shut, Arthur kicked off his shoes; not caring where they landed. He was tired and ready to go back to sleep. To curl up on the couch and shut his eyes and probably sleep till Alfred returned.
Seeing a little green light flicker off and on, Arthur picked up his phone and turned it on. He squinted his eyes, not ready for the sudden brightness.
He had five messages and two missed calls. Sighing, he unlocked it and tapped at his screen to read the messages.
1:30 a.m.
From: Hero.
Hey Artie, I might be running a bit late, but ill be there soon I promise.
1:32 a.m
From: Hero.
Well, I was supposed to leave about thirty minutes ago. Urgh, I really want to see you.
1: 41 a.m.
From: Hero.
Oh thank goodness my flight is here. Heh. See you in a bit.
1:48 a.m.
From: Hero.
Arthur you better not be out drinking or else you're really going to get it when I get home..
Arthur laughed and scoffed at the same time, he had stopped drinking two months ago, Alfred always seemed to forget that though, or maybe he simply didn't know. He pondered on if he told hi or not.
Looking up at the top of the screen, the clock read in bright blue letters.
2: 12 a.m.
He hadn't realized he had been standing there for so long. He must have drifted off.
Scrolling down he read the last message.
1: 53 a.m.
From: Hero.
You know, you've been wanting to travel right? Well, I know places, places you would love, places I would love to take you. I've actually planned some already. Hope you don't mind, I was going to tell you about it when I actually got home, but I can't seem to wait.
So Arthur, I know some places we can go;
Will you go with me?
Arthur stared at the screen with wide green eyes, its true, he had always been wanting to travel, every since he was little, hes been to near places like Ireland and France, but never really anywhere out that catched his interests.
His thumbs seemed to move on their own. Typing the one word that would get them together for a long while,
"yes"
10:34 a.m.
He didn't know exactly when he had fallen asleep, he just knew he did. Looking around, Arthur noticed he was in bed. Problem was he never slept in the bed when Alfred was gone.
Sitting up, Arthur looked around. It was quiet, there was rays of sunlight peeking out of the side of the curtains where it didnt cover properly.
"Oh good you're awake, Do you want to good or bad news first?"
He didn't want anything but to go back to sleep.
"The...good news" Arthur said hesitantly, looking up at the grumpy Italian in his door way. "Well, the bastards's alive"
Arthur tilted his head to the side; confused.
"Who?" "the hamburger bastard you tea loving idiot" Romano scoffed, then sighed. "I'm sorry; i meant Alfred. Hes alive" He was just grumpier than usual because Antonio had kept trying to flirt with him all day.
"Thats..good but" He got up quickly. "What happened to him?!" he was starting to panic now not knowing what happened or where Alfred was.
"Plane Crash"