~Arthur POV~

I can't believe that I actually saved him. I thought as I walked out of the door of his room. It was only a couple days ago that I found him on the park bench bleeding out, on the verge of death. His eyes looked almost dead. Lifeless. Hopeless. Hell, his eyes were still like that, even though he tries to mask it with that outrageous smile of his. He was lucky I got there when I did, otherwise he would have died. I wonder if that was why England decided to run. It was like he knew someone was hurt and I had to save them. I don't know. But there is something nostalgic about being around him. It's like we have been friends forever. Honestly, there is something about him… something. I can't put my finger on it, but it's like we were destined to meet. England could have run away going right past that park, but she didn't. Maybe it was the smell of blood that made her all jumpy. No matter the case, he has been saved and will live.

I don't know what came over me when I told him he was going to live with me. He must have friends he could live with. It's too late to take back the offer though. I guess it was just pity I asked him. Regardless, I need to get my house ready. I have an extra room he can live in while he's with me. Luckily I live in a one floor house and there's a lot of space for a wheelchair. Thank god I don't live with anyone.

By the time I was finished with my thoughts, I was already in front of my house. It has a small yard, but a large backyard. I have almost the whole forest behind my house. I even have a small garden in the back and front full of vegetables and fruits with flowers budding all along them. It really is a beautiful home.

Once the door was unlocked, I stepped it and set my jacket on the coat rack. It's still a bit chilly even though it is spring, but it did just rain. I made my way to the guest bedroom that Alfred will be sleeping in. It's the one right across my own. The room was dusty from under use, so I had to dust everything out.

When I finished putting the last touches in the room to make it presentable, I started to work on the rest of the house. When I was truly done cleaning, I made some tea and sat down on the couch in the living room. There was a flat screen tv on the wall surrounded by three pictures. One of my whole family including my jackass older brothers and my younger brother. Another just of me, then one of what people would usually see as a forest in summer, but I see that the picture is one of faeries and elves and many other things that people would classify as 'mythical'. That one is above the tv making it look 'normal' by their standards, with the pictures of people on the opposite sides of the tv. One of the main reasons I moved here is because there is a forest here and there is no one but me in this area. It's always nice and quiet here. I could be screaming bloody murder and no one would come for me.

It is now 9:30, so I'd better get to bed. I don't want to forget to wake up early to pick up Alfred.

~The Next Morning~

When I woke up, the sun was barely rising over the snowcapped mountains. It really is a beautiful sight to see when there aren't any cars rolling about and street lamps flickering on and off. Just a morning sun, ready to greet the brand new day. It was around 6:40 when it started to rise. I decided that I'd better get ready to go get Alfred from the hospital.

I took a quick shower, then got dressed in a pair of khaki pants, a light tan dress shirt, and a dark green sweater vest covering it. I wore a pair of brown shoes then headed to the kitchen. There wasn't much time before I had to leave for Alfred, so I managed with just a cup of tea and a piece of toast. Then I left.

It was about 7:30 when I left the house. Just enough time for me to get to the hospital.

I barely got there in time. It was 8:28 when I got there. I really don't want Alfred freaking out on me. I rushed into the hospital, ready to check Alfred out. When I got to the front desk, I got a visitors pass and headed to Alfred's room before checking him out.

"Alfred?" I said knocking on his door. As I walked in, I saw that Alfred was still asleep. I shook his shoulder lightly in hopes that he would wake up from his slumber. He stirred in his sleep. I have to say, he was quite attractive. Even in his sleep. Wait. What are you thinking Arthur. We only just met a few days ago. I can't go thinking that he is cute when asleep. Get that perverted thought out of your head!

He finally decided to wake up. His eyes blinked a few times before being able to comprehend I was standing here before him. When he realized, he gave me a warm smile. It made the butterflies in my stomach beat their wings furiously. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. "Hey, Iggy. Mornin'," he said in his groggy voice. My god was that sexy.

"Hello, git. It's 'morning' by the way," I said, "anyways, are you ready to leave, or do you need some time considering you just woke up."

"Whatever, I just want to get out of here. I'm sick of this food!" he looked at me with those hopeless eyes of his. I wanted to get them to spark up and be bright.

"Okay, okay. Just let me check you out, first," I said before walking out. I could hear a sigh coming from his the moment I completely left the room. I know something is up, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it.

~Alfred POV~

When Artie left the room, I felt so relieved. I don't know why though. I guess I'm a little happy though. I'm happy he remembered to come and get me. When I was at the torture home, I was only there when my parents needed something or needed to beat the shit out of me. It wasn't any better at school before school ended. I was a bullied little wimp, who couldn't fend for himself. Everyday, I was bullied by this kid named Ivan. He was Russian. A commie. Truth be told, I don't know why I thought he was a good-for-nothing communist, I just thought he was. Even though school has ended, he still swings by after my working hours every now and then, and beats me. Luckily, not as bad as my parents, though. I would say it was a blessing that Iggy wiggled his way into my life. Without him, I probably would have been dead by now.

When Iggy came back from checking me out (Not in that way. Get your perverted heads out of your asses), I was dressed in one of the spare outfits I was able to bring before leaving. It consisted of worn blue jeans, a pair a running shoes that were falling apart and were a little too small for my taste, and a plain light green tee-shirt with a blue hoodie over it. I was put in a wheelchair and wheeled out to Iggy's car. It was small, but not too small. Just big enough to fit me in there along with my wheelchair in the trunk of it.

Artie got into the drivers seat and started to back out. It was one of those English cars you would see in England. I've never seen one. They're weird, but cool.

It was a bit of a long drive to Artie's house. I mean, it was in the middle of nowhere. And I mean that. Nowhere! How did he even find this place, it's so secluded from the rest of the world.

"Artie...um… Thanks, I mean for everything you have done for me. It means a lot…" I said quietly. My voice hasn't completely returned, but I could have raised it a little more, but I opted not to.

"It's my pleasure. Plus, it gets a tad lonely here, alone." I was kinda happy that he invited me to stay with him. I also have to admit that his house was really nice. Not only is it surrounded by a forest, but he has a beautiful garden in the front. Too bad no one hardly gets to see it.

He unlocked the door and wheeled me in. The inside of his house was beautiful, as well. His entire existence is downright beautiful. Hold up. Did I just call him beautiful? Yes, yes I did. He is fucking beautiful. I would totally f- What am I thinking? I just met the man and I'm saying that I would FUCK him? I didn't even think I was gay… I just don't know any more. Maybe, through everything that has happened, I got some brain damage that they missed. Yeah, that has to be it.

"Alfred, are you okay? Your face is turning red." I didn't even realize what I was doing up until now. I was just thinking that Arthur was really, REALLY attractive and contemplating if I was insane or just gay.

"Oh, y-yeah," I stuttered, "I-I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'm-m, I'll be fine." I had no clue what was coming ever me. It was like every time I tried to say something to him, my tongue got twisted.

"Okay…" he trailed off, "I'm going to make some tea, would you like something?" I nodded.

"Could I have some water?" my voice shook harshly. He only smiled and went to the kitchen. His smile. His smile. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. But in a way, it seemed sad. Like it hurt him when he brought the corners of his mouth up. Somehow, he always has managed to smile around me. Is it because he had just met me and wants me to feel comfortable around him, or is it something more?

He came back a little while later with a cup in his hand. When it was placed in my hand, I chugged it down like my life depended on it.

"I'll show you to the room you will be staying in and some other things around the house." I nodded without saying anything.

My room was in a longish hallway. Arthur's room was right across from it. The bathroom was next to the room I was staying in so I guess that made it easier if I have to go in the middle of the night. The kitchen was right next to the living room which was there when you walk through the door. There were other rooms that aren't very important, but the house was BIG.

After I got all my stuff in my room, I settled in the living room. He had a flat screen hanging on the wall with three pictures around it. The top one caught my attention the most. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Arthur aside. But there were faeries and elves and many, many other "mythical creatures" in it. It was like they all posed for the photo. Could Arthur see them, too?

"Hey, Artie?" I asked him, "that photo. The one above the tv. I really like it."

"Oh, that old thing? Yeah, I guess it's pretty great…" he replied with a tinge of sadness in his voice, "it's actually one of my favourites."

"I can see why! I mean it looks like everyone is so happy. Everyone is smiling like they're all happy to be with you." He looked at me shell-shocked.

"You mean…" I nodded, "and you can," I nodded again. "So… so, I'm not c-crazy?" I shook my head.

"No, no! Why would anyone think that you were crazy?" silence befell us. "Anyways… I've been able to see them since I was little. Not since I could remember, but one day they just appeared before me when I tried escaping from my parents. This time Mattie and I were only around 5. We never really thought of leaving our parents until we were older. All we wanted to do was play with each other. But yeah, I can see them…" Another awkward silence surrounded us.

"That's amazing. I have never met another person who can see them but myself..." Arthur's voice sounded so cheerful it made me want to cry. The way his eyes light up and how his entire aura changes. "You know there is a reason that I moved out here… It was because a) I could be alone and b) I could be with all of my friends. They're are the ones that have always been there for me in my rough times. I was always able to see them. They were always there to comfort me in my time of need."

I smiled softly. I took his hand and squeezed it a little. "It's nice to know you weren't always alone."

"I could say the same thing to you, git." We just sat there for a little while, holding each others' hand and soaking in the beautiful moment. After a couple minutes of pleasant silence, Arthur let go of my hand. "Well, I guess I need to make some supper. I hope you don't mind a packaged dinner. I'm trying to get rid of all the food so I can go grocery shopping in bulk."

After we finished our dinner and cleaned up, we went to our respected bedrooms. I layed on the bed in the dark staring at the ceiling. My thoughts kept wandering around my brain. They ranged from "how long am I going to be out from work?" to "am I developing feelings for a man I met no less that three days ago?" Then came one thought that really had importance; Mattie. How has he been doing? I really hope he hasn't gotten himself hurt. Where did he go? I really wish I knew.

The darkness around me slowly got darker and darker until I was no longer conscious. The last thing I could hear before sleep overtook my body was the soft breathing of the beautiful, thick-browed man from across the hall.

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