September 9th, Perfect scenery, 7:10 PM
The British male runs a hand through his already disheveled hair as he leans back against cool bricks. Detention ended a while ago yet Arthur waits back at the school. Over, far in the distance, The sun is setting already, Making the sky turn a lovely orange colour. If anything calms him down, it's beautiful scenery like that. The waves of colour painting the sky causes the perfect mood for Arthur, he cannot describe it.
He sighs contently. 'If only everything could be this… perfect,'
If the male had his supplies, he would have been capturing the scene on a canvas. As one of his given talents, Arthur has a way with a brush, stroking perfect colours, bringing shapes to life.
This is another thing that calms his nerves; painting.
All in his basement are paintings Arthur did while fuming over something, almost always Alfred. They all turn out beautiful.
Arthur tosses his keys from one hand to the other whilst watching the sun set. Nothing could ruin-
"Sup stiff?" Arthur froze. Why is Alfred still here? It's almost an hour passed the time he left!
The Brit groans before standing straight.
"Leave me be. I am trying to enjoy the sunset," The shorter male doesn't bother to look at the other, only at the sunset which he does not want to miss. To his surprise Alfred does not say anything back, only looks to the sunset as well. As the sun fades under the horizon, the two stand in perfect silence. In his head Arthur marks this down as the first moment he doesn't exactly hate Alfred. Well, as much as normal.
"Hey Arthur," The American says, the two now surrounded by the darkness of the night.
"What is it?"
"Why are your eyebrows so bushy? Like I mean I can see them still and it's really dark hahah," The moment ruins, Arthur's face scrunches up in slight anger.
"Shut the bloody hell up, twat," Alfred laughs as Arthur sighs, no more being added to their conversation.
Arthur begins to walk home, in a better mood than ever. It's funny what beautiful scenery can do to two people. The always bickering two silenced by a sunset. As the blond walks into his house the scent of dinner fills his nostrils, he greets his mum.
"Hello Mum I am home. It's a bit later, but I was enjoying the sunset. Did you see it?" The Women in front of Arthur nodded with a smile.
"Indeed I did," She pauses for a moment "You seem more content dear. Did something go on in school?"
Arthur shook his head.
"No. The sunset put me at ease I suppose. Now what are you making it smells amazing," The female chuckles.
"Dinner. Now shoo until it's ready," And so Arthur goes up to his room to do homework.
September 9th, 10:49 PM
Arthur stands in front of a blank canvas with a brush in hand. He tries to picture the sunset in his head as he dabs the brush into paint then brings it to the canvas. Colours begin to coat the sheet, then, with one final stroke, the masterpiece is finished.
He steps back to get a look of his work but upon seeing it, he raises a brow. The painting is of two males whom are talking to one another. And although their body expressions make it seem they despise each other, their eyes say differently. In the glint of each eye is a spark of friendship.
"where did this come from?" Arthur questions himself before turning away from the piece and walking up to the main level.
"What did you paint sweetie?"
"two people who look to hate each other but, in reality, do not,"
"Like you an Alfred?" Arthur scrunches his face up in anger as he crosses his arms.
"Hell no. I hate that bloody bastard and there's no questioning that!" And then the male storms off to his room.
September 13th, 1:27 AM
In the eyes of the American, Weekends are two days to do absolutely nothing. Two days to be the lazy ass person you are and sit in front of the television until the early hours of the morning, with a bag of chips or something unhealthy to munch on. It is his ritual he does alone, now.
Alfred, at the moment, is doing exactly so, sitting in front of the television with a bag of diabetes in his hands. He stares at the screen which is playing one of his favourite movies; Captain America. He's a child at heart, really. Loving superheroes, collecting everything superhero.
He sighs. There's an empty feeling in him that he just can't ignore. It happens every weekend and doesn't leave until Monday. He feels lonely, sitting there alone. With his brother gone.
Alfred's brother's name is Matthew and just about three years ago he left along with their mother. The blonds parents divorced in June the three years ago, each agreeing on having custody of one of the boys. So, Alfred stayed with his dad while Matthew left with their mother.
It saddens Alfred, thinking of his brother. Sure, they had their arguments, but that's what brothers do, Alfred misses those petty arguments that end with them laughing it off. With Matthew gone the American is, in fact, very lonely.
He has no-one to watch t.v with and stay up late with and he misses that. 'one day…..' He thinks to himself 'Someday'
As the show he's watching wraps up, the blonds father walks into the room, stands in front of the t.v and turns it off.
"Yo what the fuck?" The man at the t.v turns with a grimace and looked at Alfred.
"It's late Alfred, go to sleep,"
"But dad, dude! I always stay up late on the weekends!" The blond crosses his arms with a mad look upon his face.
"Yes well, that's enough of this. You need sleep so go get some now," Alfred stands in a huff, spilling the bag of chips over the floor and storms up to his room, not even caring about the mess.
"Damn dad, ruining a tradition," He grumbles as he closes his bedroom door behind himself. The blond walks to his bed and plops down on the fairly soft blankets.
As he lays, and stares at the white ceiling, Alfred recalls memories of him and his brother.
Alfred let out a sigh and turns to his side, now facing the wall. 'Why did mom and dad have to get divorced. Miss ya Mattie…,'
September 14th, 12: 45
Arthur sighs to himself as he walks down a crowded street. It's Sunday and his mother has practically kicked him out of the house until further notice, so he is stuck out in the chilly weather.
The weather is not what bothers the Briton, though, rather the amount of people does. Arthur can safely say he's not a people kind of person. He'd much rather be alone with a good book than with a bunch of people.
The blond sees a book store up ahead so he quickly walks to it, walking into it's cozy warmth.
"Ah, finally, a suitable store," Arthur says to himself as he walks past shelves upon shelves of books, running a hand along the spine of the books.
The British male smiles to himself as he pulls a book from the shelf "Peter Pan…. I used to love this book," He holds the book in his hand and studies the cover.
"What'cha got there Artie?" Arthur stiffens up as he hears the American's voice behind him. "Ah don't worry I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm actually getting a book,"
Arthur turns around with a sour expression on his face before he notices that the American actually has a book in his hands.
"See?" He lifts it up.
"Yes..,"
"Hey what book is that you got there?" The American points to the book Arthur has in his hands.
"This? Oh it's called Peter Pan… It's quite a great children's novel,"
"Cool," Alfred pauses for a moment before adding in his nickname for the Brit "Stiff,"
Arthur gave the American a glare "Twat," Then the two turn and walk away from each other without any other word being said.
Arthur just about leaves the store until he realizes the book is still in his hands. He sighs, wishing he could just take out how many pounds it costs and be on his merry way with it, but sadly the book is an antique so it costs more than the Brit can afford. See, the bookstore Arthur is in, is one that only sells old time novels, books that only a very well off person could afford. He sighs before turning and heading back to the bookshelves, putting the book back in it's rightful spot.
Emerald eyes glance over the novel 'One day,' He thought before stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking into the chilly afternoon.
Arthur hasn't got a clue on what he would do to waste anymore of his time. He can go to a tea place, but that would cost money that he does not feel incline on spending. For see, in Arthur's household there are many people, well there was anyways. He has five brothers, five people he is forced to buy a small gift for, for Christmas each year. This wouldn't be a problem to the Brit if it isn't for the fact that he hates their guts.
His three older brother never let a visit home go by without a teasing, sometimes verbal, most times physical. Arthur used to complain about his brothers to his mother but she just said 'that's their way of showing their love,' Yeah right…
And then his younger brother… he, all in all, is the living, walking example of a twat. Enough said.
So, Arthur, from September to the twenty fifth of December, has to carefully save his money. So that he can buy a petty gift for each of his siblings. He hates it, but his mum makes them. Family love..
Oh Arthur wishes he could just walk to that small tea shop a few blocks off. But he resists the urge and starts down a street instead.
September 14, 6:11 PM
"Aye Artie! Ye're home, finally. We've been waitin' fer ye," Arthur walks into the warm home he calls his only to be greeted by his oldest brother, Allistor. The blond sighs as his brother gives him a rather hard slap on the back.
"Why are you home so early?" Is all Arthur says to his sibling. All three of his older brothers had moved out of the house a few years ago, leaving Arthur alone with his younger brother, Peter.
"No need to be so harsh on ye brother Artie. We came 'ome early fer the 'olidays,"
'So they're here as well..,' The Brit thinks before glancing behind the red head. sitting on the chairs at the table are two extra males, one with pale hair, the other with Auburn like the oldest in front of Arthur.
"Oh bloody hell… Why this early? It's not even four months away," The blond went and sat at the dinner table with a scowl.
"Arthur, you haven't seen your brothers in a while. Be nice, won't you," His mother called. Arthur gave a grunt before crossing his arms.
'These are going to be a long four months…,'
A/N: Next chapter is where the story really begins. Until then~
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