My emerald eyes blinked slowly open, taking in the soft light that filtered the room through the beige curtains to my right. With a groan I closed them again and slowly tried to shift onto my right shoulder, so my back would be to the curtain and I could start trying to ignore my raging headache and general sense of a hangover hanging in every nerve and muscle in my body; something I wasn't all too unfamiliar with.
I almost got onto my back before something clicked in my hazy brain that there was a arm slung around my waist, holding me almost possessively, and another underneath me. Slowly I looked up, starting with the intertwined hands on my right hip bone, following the top arm's sun-kissed skin all the way up to a sleeping face a couple inches from my own.
My mouth opened slightly as I took in the slightly blurry face, internally struggling to get my brain to focus. After a moment the almost childlike face came into an all-too-perfect focus and I felt my pulse quicken; whether in fear, confusing or happiness or a mix of the three, I wasn't all too sure.
I just laid there and stared at him. His face was calm and untensed, making it seem younger and more childish that it normally was, that fact his glasses were missing from the Americans face. His mouth was slightly open, like mine, breathing softly and slowly.
He's finally calm, and it only took him to be asleep for me to see him calm.
"A-Alfred..." My whisper only got his eyebrows to twitch slightly as he shifted, pulling me closer to him and burying his face into my shoulder as a response.
"Alfred." I said a little louder, no stutter that time. He breathed in sharply through his nose as he stirred, his head rising from my shoulder.
Eyes-half lidded and a small smile pulling at his lips as he looked at me and spoke in a sleepy voice.
"Hi." My heart-rate was skyrocketing as I struggled with my words.
"Alfred...W-what..?" He cut me off with pulling me closer yet, starting to turn me on my original side, and snuggling back into the back of my neck.
"Arthuuuur. Go back to sleeeeeeep. I'm too comfortable to be awaaaake."
Ignoring his whines I pushed away from him, kicking at the sheets and crying out something incomprehensible that sounded like 'No!'.
With a shout I fell over the edge of the bed, taking the black duvet with me.
Alfred sat up with a jolt, a hand where I was, eyes wide open on his worried face now looking down at me, a bit unfocused, on the floor.
"Artie! You okay?"
I blinked up at him, my eyes wide and my ass hurting from the floor.
"Am. I. Ok?" Am I OK? I wake up with you spooning me in my bed! I have no idea how the hell you got there or why you're in my bed or what the hell happened or-"
"Arthur!" He barked at me, getting as inch closer to the edge.
"Calm the hell down, I'll explain okay?" I nodded slowly, standing with handfuls clutching the duvet, making it tent off the ground. I wavered slightly as my headache was competing to pound louder than my heart. I slowly crawled onto the opposite side and the foot of the bed, my eyes staring straight at Alfred as I sank into the bright mint colored sheet. I pulled the duvet all the way off the ground and back onto the bed, trying minimally to spread it out over the bed lopsided.
"Start. Explaining."
Alfred cleared his throat and sat up completely, crossing his legs like an Indian and sitting so he was sitting directly in front of me, closer than before.
He let out a huff and pushed his bangs back, continuing to run his head through his hair and leaving it there as he looked at me with a 'really?' look.
"You don't remember last night?" I shook my head slowly in reply, my eyebrows slowly creasing together as bit of memory started to form in my head.
"Just...fuzzy memories...I-I can't remember anything clearly." He nodded slowly, eyes drifting to the hardwood floor.
"Well, let's start from the beginning." His eyes jumping back to mine as I nodded, closing my eyes as I was plunged into the memory world he started to describe.
"We were Castiel bar, nothing really special there."
The blackness of my eyelids exploded into a wispy coloured shapes, not that much unlike when seeing memories in the Harry Potter movies. The bar came to life, human figures taking place in seats or standing next to me, all blacked out and unfocusable to my eyes.
"We were sitting in our normal seats, you were lecturing about how texting language is the stupidest thing you've ever heard of and that it needs to just disappear from the face of the earth."
Alfred and myself exploded in a colourful ball of slowish moving smoke, my hand pinching my nose as I continued the memories' conversation. I tried to listen to my past self and found myself unable to, I couldn't understand what I was talking about, only that I was talking and Alfred was laughing and shaking his head no, undoubtedly countering pathetically that I was wrong, he was right about the subject.
"France came up and ordered some scotch for all of us, which of course you questioned why the frog wasn't getting his 'revolting grape water'. He replied that he had some, and that my brother was keeping it safe; he was simply there to start making you more pleasant to be around." The past-two of us both looked up when Francis walked up, our expression both turning into suspicious one when he ordered the drinks, before finally turning slightly horrified and disgusted as he talked about Alfred's brother; Alfred's because of the mention of the relationship and mine because I could see the Frenchman's face. Period.
"We got our drinks and he left, nothing really happened...until you ordered the bottle of rum or whatever it was...and the third and fourth...I took your glass and bottle away by the fifth."
I shifted in the bed, which shifted made me shift my weight onto the other foot from where I was standing in the memory, that where the bartender would normally be in the actual world, bringing my feet in front of me and crossing them; mirroring Alfred without opening my eyes.
"What about you?" I asked.
"I didn't drink much. I knew I'd end up taking your drunken-butt home."
I was silent as I waited for him to continue, my cheeks slightly colouring undoubtedly.
Alfred cleared his throat and began talking again.
"I literally had to pick you up because you couldn't stand, you were that drunk." My memories showed me falling off my stood and onto my ass, and Alfred picking me up as I protested.
"Ok...go on Alfred. Get to the part explaining this." I gestured to the bed frantically but refused to open my eyes, only shutting them tighter.
"Chill yourself; I'm getting there." I felt his weight shifted off the bed but I refused to open my eyes still, for a reason even I didn't really understand.
"Well I got you into my car and I drove us to your home; it was closer. You feel asleep but nothing really happened there. When we got to your house I had to carry you in because you couldn't even stand."
"It was raining..." I interrupted him, listening to how his voice changed project as he walked around the room during his reply.
"Yes it was...It..It triggered a memory. Do you..?"
I thought hard, the memory of Alfred having me over his shoulder slowing dramatically as I thought, trying to place words with the moving mouths.
"Revolutionary War...I said something that made you rush inside and up here; you wanted to get away as quickly as possible." I watched in mind-relay as Alfred all-but-ran into the house and upstairs.
"...I put you down and changed you, there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to leave you dripping in water." I watched him, a blurry him but him nonetheless, as he stripped and changed me.
"I..we...You feel back onto the bed and kinda grabbed and dragged me down in reaction...And..."
I opened my eyes as Alfred sat back down in front of me, legs off the bed, eyes looking into mine.
"And you confessed." His eyes grew in surprise as panic and fear flooded me, his lips parting slightly before splitting into a smile, eyes closed and his head tilted ever-so-slightly as he spoke.
"Well I should have guessed you'd remember that."
"Out." His eyes shot open and he stared at me.
"What-"
"Alfred, Please. Leave." I watched as he swallowed hard, but I couldn't watch as he stood and left, flinching when he shut the door. He didn't shut it angrily and with a slam and a bang, but he shut it slowly and softly, like shutting the door of a child's at night.
I broke down then, my feelings that had been spitting at my face as I slowly remembered the events of the night previous now burst from where they were being held back; a big tangled mess that knocked me over and pinned me down. Leaving me fearful when I was able to crawl out from under them to even attempt to pick and pull the emotions apart.
