Arthur: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!

Alfred: Aw, look! I kidnapped Artie! ^^

Arthur: I say! Return me back home you git!

Cookieninja: Now, now, Arthur. Be a good little Brit and apologize to Alfred...

Arthur: HE FRICKIN KIDNAPPED ME! WITH DUST!?

Cookieninja: Uhh.. Well... Looks like it... I could have made him put you in a bag and-

Arthur: Forget it! I don't even want to know.

Alfred: You may not.. But maybe I do, dude!Hehehehe...


"Are you certain that this is who we've been looking for this whole time? He seems rather feeble."

"Matthew, I'm quite confident that this is the Arthur who that scoundrel Sir Francis sent off into the future right before his carnation ceremony!" Alfred replied firmly to his fellow knight.

"Alright, I'll trust your judgment. For now, we must keep his being returned a secret. Otherwise, the whole country will be in an uproar." Matthew gave Alfred a cautious look.

"You're right. We best do our best to be careful of his identity." Alfred glanced behind him at the door leading into another room.

Arthur awoke lying on a surface much stiffer than the grass he remembered laying on. I must have dozed off. He sat up to find himself on a bed that looked old and tattered. This isn't the school's garden. Where am I? How did I get here? He threw the blanket that was covering him aside and stood up. As soon as he stood up his head suddenly began to pound. Bloody hell… Did I hit my head or something? He winced as he made his way to the door across the room. Leaning against the door frame he looked into the main room of the house. Two men, dressed in knight's garb and armor lying on the floor next to them, sat at a rickety wooden table talking. The one facing the opposite direction looked over his shoulder.

"So, you've finally decided to awake, your Highness. " A smile danced on the blue-eyed blonde's lips. He swung his chair around so that he could directly face Arthur.
"Yes, I have awoken. Where am I, who are you, and what are you implying by 'your Highness'?" Arthur's head filled with multiple questions as he glanced around the room. Why does everything here seem so old-fashioned as if I'm in the medieval times?

"I'm Sir Alfred. You are currently in the outskirts of Camelot and I'm implying that you are royalty, you highness." The knight facing him replied seeing the confusion on Arthur's face. "By your asking of questions, I take it that you really have no memory of what happened, do you?"
Furrowing his eyebrows Arthur gave Sir Alfred a stern look. "Haha, very funny. Alright, the jokes over you blokes! Where did you get all this stuff to pull this prank off?" His voice had a hint of anger to it as he half-yelled at the knights.

Alfred stared at Arthur astonished. "Your highness, this is no joke. You truly are in the outskirts of Camelot!" He slammed his fist on the table after his sentence.

"S-so you aren't pulling my leg?" Arthur stuttered after being surprised by Alfred hitting the table.

"Of course we aren't! This is a dire situation and we've finally found where Sir Francis had sent you!" The other knight exclaimed answering Arthur's questions. He had blonde hair and blue eyes as well, but his appearance clearly showed that he was younger than Sir Alfred.

"Oh my…" Arthur's voice trailed off as he slid down to the ground, squatting in the doorway.

"Matthew, him having no memory whatsoever all the more assures me that we must keep his identity hidden. " Alfred gave each Arthur and Matthew a stern look. "Now, we must help his highness get accustomed to the ways of Camelot once again. But for now, please go and rest. You must be worn out from traveling between time periods. "
"Well, my head does ache. I will take your advice and once I am rested, I expect an explanation." Arthur stood up slowly turning around as he spoke. He walked back to the bed and laid down on it. This can't possibly be happening. Me, royalty? Wait… if he says I'm royalty and my name is… does that mean he's implying that I'm King Arthur!? He stared at the ceiling for a moment then slowly closed his eyes and let out a sigh. I must be dreaming, I better wake up. Once again, Arthur drifted off to sleep.

Hours later he awoke again to find himself still in the old wooden bed. "Well, isn't this lovely. I guess I wasn't dreaming. " He sat up and buried his face in his hands. "I better see if Sir Alfred and Sir Matthew are in the main room." Arthur stood up and stretched to wake up his stiff body and get his blood flowing somewhat. After his body was done tingling and waking up, he made his way into the main room. "Excuse me?" He looked around and saw that the room was empty. On the table, he saw a plate with fresh fruits on it. A sharp pain in his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eating since noon the day before. He sat at the table and began to eat some of the fruit just as Sir Alfred walked into the house, or according to his thinking, the hut.

"Are you well rested? " Alfred looked over at Arthur who was eating the fruits he had set out for him.

Arthur nodded and swallowed the chewed fruit in his mouth. "Yes, and I do feel much better. These fruits are delicious!" He took another bite of what looked to be a pear.

"I'm glad you like them, your highness. " Alfred smiled softly.

"Ah, please don't call me 'your highness'. I find it a bit overwhelming. " Arthur said after swallowing again. "Not that I don't fancy it, I'm simply just not used to it. "

Alfred nodded once. "I understand, your- I mean, yes, I understand."

"Great! Now, would you kindly give me an explanation to why I am here and why you suppose I am King Arthur?" He motioned for Alfred to come sit in the chair beside him.

"Alright." He sat in the chair next to Arthur. After taking his gloves off and setting them on the table he cleared his throat. "Before I begin, don't ask questions until I finish. Otherwise, I will get nowhere with the explanation. I know it won't all make sense, but in time, you will come to understand."

Nodding, Arthur turned so that he faced Alfred and listened to him intently as he began to explain the situation.


Arthur: I'm... King Arthur...

Alfred: Man, Artie! I had no idea! *bows* I am at your service, your highness! *laughs* Yeah right!

Arthur: Shuttup you bastard! *angry eyebrows! (xD) *

Alfred: Awww, c'mon, dude! I was just kidding! *pouts*

Cookieninja: _... Well then...

Gilbert: Vhat? jou are telling me that scrawny thing is a king? I don't believe jou.

Arthur: I am not scrawny! Thank you very much!

Alfred: Well, Artie... He kind of is right.. You are a bit scrawny...

Gilbert: See! Told you!

Arthur: Damn you two bastards..! =_= Please, be a dear. Read and review.