Rating - Teen (Minor language and some blood...and some comedy : D)
Hope you enjoy the first actual chapter..*crosses fingers*
Also I did this in like 6 hours or so, starting around some time past midnight. So if there are any mistakes, I'm sorry OTL I did my best to correct them. And I also apologies how the mood and voice is so much different now in comparison from the prologue.
Thank you for reading though, very much appreciated.
Alfred started to feel a bit nervous, no.. REALLY nervous. Ludwig had announced an important meeting to take place at midnight, on what happens to be a full moon.
He constantly glanced towards the door and out the windows. He could see the sky clearing up, slightly showing a shimmer of the moon. Starting to panic on the inside, he tried to keep his cool the best he could on the outside, "Umm, I'm not feeling too good...I think it was food poisoning from England's food I had earlier! Uh, bye!" he stood up to announce the lie before retreating from the meeting room in a rush.
"What is that bloody git yapping about..." Arthur was well aware that the other was lying. First, that yank was no where near him or his cooking. And second, his food definitely couldn't cause any kind of sickness unless intentionally poisoned. [which he saved for the frog]
He decided to shrug off the fact that the American rushed out; not the typical behavior of the lad though.
Alfred had barely made it out to his car before the transformation begun to take notice. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he decided it would be best to just head home now.
He made it home quickly, especially since the meeting was in his home country. He was fully aware that his boss wasn't going to be too happy with him leaving the meeting, but he could care less. Pushing the car door aside, he stepped out. He only had one intention at the moment; and that was to hunt.
The meeting managed to wrap up quite quickly due to the efficiency and staying on track for once. Everyone seemed exhausted and just wanted to get back to their homeland. Though the thoughts on some nations minds were more focused on Alfred leaving the meeting. Pathetic that he couldn't even stay at a meeting in his own country. Arthur figured he would check up on the other. Just real quick. He could care less what was going on with the American either way truthfully. And he wouldn't be able to stay that long at this time either. He took another sip of tea before gathering what he needed and leaving.
Alfred had slowly made his way back to the house after he finished up his meal. As he approached closer he could easily make out a familiar scent. He liked the scent of the Brit, but he wouldn't say that out loud. Of course not! He quickly headed into the house from the sliding doors on the backside and changed out of his blood-soaked clothing. Throwing on a hoodie and a pair of pants, he made sure to keep his canine ears and tail concealed, he approached the door. "Hello?" he answered while acting as if he had obtained a stomach ache.
"Are you doing alright? You lied during the meeting and just left." Arthur stood outside the door, questioning the American.
"Uh, yeah dude! I'm fine," he replied nervously. "Actually, I left the stove on!" he sported a smile and tried his best to act normal. Although he was sure the other could see right through it.
Arthur just analyzed Alfred for a moment with arms crossed. "Is that so?..Why was it on? You know you could have caused a mess by forgetting to turn it off."
"I was making dinner and I got soooo hungry that I ate all the food but left the stove on! Seriously dude, you're acting like I'm lying or something," he looked right into Arthur's eyes in hope that he would be a little more convincing.
He stared back. "It's late. If you are fine, then I will be leaving," Arthur started to turn his back, "I just wanted to check up on you."
"Thanks. Hey Arthur, it's late. How about you stay here 'til the morning. I have a spare bedroom you can sleep in." He smiled happily. He liked being around Arthur and even in his current situation, it's not safe for the Brit to be out and about at this time either. At least he had finally learned control with this curse; but he still had to be careful.
Arthur had paused a moment, thinking about the offer. "Okay..." he turned back around to face the American, "I'll stay," He was back at the door by the time he finished his sentence. "But I can't promise anything.."
"Come on in then," He chuckled and held the door open a little wider. Arthur entered the house, setting a small bag, in which held the papers and such from the meeting, aside the couch. Alfred kept the door open long enough to get a glance at the full moon before closing it upon it's wooden frame; he sighed quietly before glancing over at his company. "Do ya want something to eat before I show you your room?"
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Okay, dude. Well I'll show you your room then," he said while walking towards a long hallway; pausing to wait for the older nation. "So, how've you been?"
Arthur followed the other nation into the hall, "Just fine.." the Brit's mind had started wander, "Say, have you heard any howling or anything unusual lately?.."
Alfred gave Arthur a look of confusion. "No..Why?"
"Just curious," they had both continued their walk down the hallways, "I just thought I heard howling while waiting for you to answer."
"Oh, that's weird. I must've not heard it over my TV in my room." he laughed loudly. Alfred was starting to think that Arthur was getting suspicious. As they finally reached the spare room, he opened the door to the room; which was small and well-kept. Arthur looked around the room. Even though the room seemed to have not been used for awhile, there sat a small digital clock on a stand near one side of the bed. The time read a half hour after midnight. Alfred was probably more than likely expecting the Brit to sleep.
"Thank you...Where are you sleeping? In case of an emergency, I would at least like to know where you will be at." Arthur managed to smirk and make a snide comment. "Like if the place were to go ablaze, I can tell them exactly where your body is while I stay safely outside"
"Do you really hate me that much? Dude you're harsh! Anyways, my room is two doors down from here." he gave Arthur a kicked puppy look. "Well, I'm going to bed so, night." he slowly left the spare room to head to his own.
Arthur sighed and went over to the bed to sit down; mumbling, "But I'm not even tired yet..." Arthur glanced around the room again.
Once Alfred reached his room, he slammed the door shut; he was still a little shaky with controlling his strength though. The American hated how Arthur always treated him the way he does. Sitting down upon the bed, he carefully pulled his tail out from being shoved into his pants and lowered his hood to uncover his ears; he laid back, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Although, eyes searched around the room until they settled on the moon in the window, which was almost barely visible now. He was desperately trying his best to not howl out of the window, but instead sat up and walked almost soundlessly outside onto the wooden back porch where he howled loudly, not being able to control his instincts anymore. Alfred's tail wagged happily as he pulled the hood back over his ears and head. He sighed happily; this only happened about once a month so he figured why not enjoy it. He howled once more before calling it a night. Alfred walked inside quietly but before getting near the hallway he remembered his tail and tucked it in. He yawned loudly letting out a whining noise that sounded close to a dog's. He walked to the hallway to see Arthur standing there. He knew he was caught.
"Where were you?.." This time Arthur took time to study the other.
"I was checking out that awesome howling I heard outside! My next door neighbors have pet wolves that they got today. They are so cool I asked if they could give me a wolf pup when they breed them," he lied. His voice was starting to sound nervous. He knew he was so caught but he tried his best to keep up an act.
The smaller nation raised a brow. "Is that so?...Then show me."
"Uhhh I can't!...because...because I told them to put them up!" he smiled to himself for coming up with something semi-quickly. That's why." Alfred felt the urge to howl again but managed to have kept it in.
"Well, do you mind coming outside with me then? We don't want the 'big bad wolf' to hurt me if I'm out there alone," a sly grin swept across the Englishman's face. Alfred could tell the Brit seemed pretty determined to 'spill the beans', but just in case they are only suspicions, he will still try to avoid giving in.
"That wolf isn't bad, he's too nice to hurt you but whatever." Alfred started to head towards the back door nervously, knowing that if he were to see the moon his instincts would kick in again. "Anyways, they already got put up. I don't know why you want to go out.."
"To look at the moon of course." He slid the door aside and begun to head outside, "Everyone knows the beauty of a full-moon," Arthur leaned lightly against the railing of the deck, gazing up at the dimly lit orb in the sky, "and that it is said to cause a change in behaviour as well."
He snorted, "Everyone knows that's a myth." Although as soon as he steps outside, the moon catches his sight and a howl escapes from throat. Once he finished he quickly covered his mouth, eyes wide.
"I knew it!" He had turned around to face the younger nation.
Alfred looked nervous. No one was supposed to know. Alfred lowered his hood and yanked his tail out. "Fine, you got me. Now go ahead and find some zoo or research lab to sell me off to," his expression showed he felt hopeless now that he finally knew.
"And why would I do that?.." the Brit questioned.
"Well you said that you'd let me burn to death. At least a research lab wouldn't be as bad," his tail had stopped wagging and his ears dipped down.
Arthur's expression hardened, "Couldn't I make a joke?" He sighed heavily with slight irritation.
"That wasn't a joke that was you being mean! You're lucky I'm so nice. I could go all cold war on you; that would be a bloodbath." he yawned. As he noticed the moon was out of sight. His ears started to 'shrink' as well as his tail.
"Mean? If you want me to be 'mean' I could go ahead and tell everyone what you are." Arthur faced away from the other nation again with obvious irritation.
Alfred sighed, "Whatever. I'm goin' inside to get some sleep." As he walked towards the door he tripped and cut his knee on the boards. "Damn it..." he stood back up and brushed himself off before slightly limping his way inside. He didn't know what was wrong with Arthur but he had a feeling it wasn't going to be good for himself. Continuing through the house, he headed into the bathroom to tend to his minor injury.
After tending to his leg, Alfred decided to go back to Arthur. As soon as he got to the living room he spotted someone jogging away out in the front. Alfred brushed it off then walked back to the Englishman. Once outside he stood near the Brit. "Are you alright? You cussed as soon as I fell..." there may have been a slight hint of worry in his voice as he spoke.
"I'm fine, thank you," Arthur spoke like his typical self, with a little irritation though in reply.
Alfred sighed as sleep was taking over him. "Well, how about we go to bed? It's almost mornin' and I'm really tired and I'm sure you are too." The smaller nation took a moment before replying back to the American,
"Okay then. I guess we should."
"Okay." Alfred walked back to the door and held it open for the other. Arthur stood up from the porch and headed back towards the door but stopped. Another thought crossing his mind.
"But, while we are still awake...Do you have anything else you are hiding from me? Can I trust you while I sleep."
"Nope! I ain't got anything to hide. You can trust me. Anyways, I only turn into a werewolf on full moons."
He mumbled, "Well that doesn't mean anything.." before going ahead and re-entering the building. Alfred walked back into the house and locked the door right after the other nation.
"Hey Arthur, I have a question. Why do you smell different than the others?" Alfred asked while heading towards the hallway.
"What do you mean?.." Arthur replied questioningly while following the other back towards the hallway.
"You smell different from all the other nations. Yeah, they have different smells because they are different people but you smell completely different from the others." The American yawned before getting to his bedroom door and leaning his back against the frame, facing the other.
Arthur stopped for a moment trying to think of a reply. "In...a good way or not? I mean, it could be that you are used to me being around more than others?.."
"In a good way," Alfred blushed only slightly, "but even if I have been around you for so long.. I don't get how your scent would have changed. I mean we all smell the same kinda. I'm different from the others, I know that but...why are you?"
"It must be my blood." Arthur just made a reply, sounding as if he could probably answer anything.
"Maybe..." Alfred started to stare off into space until he caught himself. "Uh, well good night!" he went into his bedroom and slammed the door shut yet again. Arthur sighed and went back to the spare room, closing the door behind him as he entered. After getting everything situated, he made his way back to the bed; pulling himself onto it and laying back. Thinking everything over that has happened in such a short time; he sighed heavily once again.
Alfred decided to climb into bed before taking a shower or anything; he figured he could do that in the morning. Alfred tried his best to get to sleep, but he could only think of Arthur.
A/N - and there's the first 'chapter' for you~
And if you have any questions or comments, please don't be afraid to tell. And sorry if the formatting is wonky again xD;