The two stepped up to Kiku's door, Alfred being the first to bang a few knocks before shouting "Hey Kiku! It's me and Arthur! We came to see that scary movie you got!"
Arthur sighed, knowing full well that Alfred was always like this but it was something he could never understand about him. Why be so loud, rude and obnoxious when it will do absolutely nothing but give someone a head ache? Being in this thought process, it lead him to the memories of that day. The day where the hard night's sleep and the quarreling between them had began. The same day that spawned the question 'why?' .
Arthur's mind was snapped back to reality when Kiku answered the door and bowed to Alfred, "Please come in." he gestured.
Alfred marched in with Arthur following close by. Kiku's house was a beautifully decorated old fashioned Japanese home, a place that defined the word 'peace'. Arthur truly enjoyed visiting Kiku, he was always such a quiet and respectful human being, unlike someone he knew. He suddenly found his wandering eyes falling back onto Alfred who remained oblivious and excited. He sighed, feeling so distant still.
"So, dude, let's get this party started!" Alfred exclaimed, making his way to Kiku's television room.
Kiku grew anxious, "Party? What party? I made no preparations for a party."
Arthur patted Kiku's troublesome shoulder, "Oh, Don't worry it's just some stupid expression of his."
Kiku's breathing steadied back down, "O-oh…that's very strange. He mustn't say things like that, it could worry someone."
Arthur mumbled, "Yeah you're tellin' me," beneath his breath as the two of them strolled into the television room where Alfred was sitting impatiently with a bag of chips in his lap.
Kiku walked over to his TV where he slipped in the VHS tape while Arthur took a rather close seat next to Alfred. Arthur peered down to Alfred's chip bag, it read in big letters 'Pringles'. Arthur scoffed and raised a lip.
"Where the bloody hell did you get those?"
Alfred glanced over to Arthur while munching on a chip, "The convenience store, duh?"
Arthur flushed a pinky color in embarrassment from the smart-alike remark, "How dare you speak to me like that y-!"
"Shh, it's starting." Kiku interrupted, sitting to the right of Alfred; his eyes fixed on the TV screen. Arthur crossed his arms in frustration as he glared at Alfred. The brute was too busy staring at the screen to realize how much hot-headed anger was being daggered at him. Arthur tried calming himself down with a few long breaths and the relaxation of his muscles. If he wanted to spend more time with Alfred, he'd have to remember to keep calm when around him and just go with the flow…no matter how hard it seemed.
The movie progressed and with every passing minute, Alfred seemed to get more and more nervous. Kiku seemed to be absolutely fine at the site of all the ghosts and gore that threw itself at him. Arthur was a little bit unnerved but more so over the fact that Kiku was able to watch something like this without even the slightest expression of fear on his face while Mr. confident over here was almost wetting himself. He's never really seen Alfred like this, at least not recently. He would only get this scared at night when they were younger. Alfred would come running to his room, jump up on the bed and cry up a storm asking for a bedtime story to make the bad guys go away. Heh, maybe that's why he loved super heroes, they must give him a sense of security from the world. Arthur once again dove into the river of his memories, then he just so happen to glance down. A deep blush fluttered upon his cheeks to find that Alfred was curled up on his lap, shaking like a leaf. His eyes were flooded with fear as a whimpering sound uttered itself from behind his jittery teeth. The warmth of Alfred's head on his lap caused Arthur's heart to beat louder than usual; within a flash he saw the younger Alfred doing the same thing. Hesitantly, Arthur lowered his hand onto Alfred's quivering shoulder, feeling the soft cotton of the man's shirt.
"Aaaagh! Ghost! Gyaa!" Alfred screamed a blood curdling scream, throwing chips everywhere.
It happened so suddenly that it nearly caused both Kiku's and Arthur's hearts to stop. Alfred's outburst scared them more than the whole movie. Alfred continued to freak out as Kiku and Arthur sat frozen, waiting for their hearts to calm down. Alfred gradually calmed down, but was now paranoid.
"Dude, we're never watching this movie ever again I nearly crapped my p-"
"You idiot!" Arthur shouted, startling Alfred, "You're such a child y'know that! You can't even handle a damn scary movie!"
Alfred became worried as the expression covered his eyes, "Whoa, dude, Arthur calm down."
Arthur gritted his teeth, "No! I can't calm down when I'm around you! You don't even realize-"
Arthur interrupted himself and stared at Alfred with knitted brows. Alfred just sat there like a dumb dog that had no idea what they had done wrong. Arthur tightened his hands into fists at to the true absent-minded behavior. He almost felt like taking Alfred's shoulders and shaking some sense into him. Maybe then he too could come to an understanding.
"As if," Arthur mumbled to himself, "I'm leaving."
Arthur stood up and tread to the door, his face all flustered and his mind cluttered with emotion. Arthur opened the door, "Yo Arthur! What's wrong!" was all he heard before he slammed it shut.
When Arthur arrived on his front porch, he bashed through the front door. His eyes were watered from salty tears as he stomped over to his couch where he collapsed on its arm.
He cursed as he fought back tears, "Dammit all! I can't do this! Damn him!"
So many rushing emotions heated up into a blistering headache as tears soaked his cheeks and shirt. His face was hot, his fists were sweaty as feelings and thoughts collided into a burning car crash.
An hour had passed when a light knocking beckoned from the door. Francis was on the other side, ready to boast about himself to Arthur for the day. As the door slowly creaked open, Francis's want to gloat slowly faded with it. There stood Arthur at the opening, a complete mess. His hair was all ruffled up from burying his face in the couch cushion. His eyes dark and baggy from the tears that stained that couch cushion. Simply laying eyes upon this sad story caused Francis to become depressed himself.
"A-Arthur?" he questioned, not sure if the man he saw before him was the man he came here for.
Arthur groaned a pathetic groan as he turned away into the darkness of his home, "Not now Francis…"
Francis was left dumbfounded at the door. Where was the ridiculously hot-headed Brit that he loved to torment? He wondered inside the darkly lit home. Not a single light was turned on and all the curtains were shut. Francis grew a tad frightened; he has never seen Arthur like this before.
"I-Is everything alright Arthur?" he asked, his eyes wandering around the gloomy atmosphere.
"Why should I tell you?" Arthur scowled from his couch.
"Because, this is so unlike you. It's scary really. Maybe scarier than that black magic you always like to do." Francis admitted, hesitantly taking a seat across from Arthur.
Arthur thought about if he really should tell someone like Francis about what was going on. Though, Francis is known for helping others with this sort of stuff. Maybe sharing wouldn't hurt.
"Well there's someone I kind of-"
"You're in love aren't you!" Francis said bluntly. Excitement shimmered in his eyes.
"W-well sort o-"
"And you want me to help you win her heart, no?" Francis said with a wink of the eye.
Arthur was taken by surprised but thought, hell why not?
"U-um sure! Where should we start?" Arthur asked, unsure of what to do at this point.
"Well, maybe we should start with your messy appearance. You can never win a woman's heart with a look like that!" Francis said, dragging Arthur out the door.