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It wasn't until morning they had actually stopped moving. The dark black sky had began to slowly change into a a deep navy blue with hints of yellow where the sun laid. Alfred laid Arthur in the tall grass of the country's open fields. They both disappeared in the grass just by sitting in it. Alfred kept Arthur's sleeping body close to his own as he watched the other man sleep. Despite all that they just encountered, Arthur still slept with a ever so peaceful expression. Alfred smiled.
"So... you're Arthur, right?" he asked quietly, not really expecting an answer. He continued to study the other. Arthur had unmistakable bushy eye brows, he laughed to himself. Well, it gave him some character, Alfred thought. He also looked older than Alfred, but not much older. He had to be in his early or mid twenties. He was also British, of course. Alfred wasn't sure what he was. He knew he was white with blonde hair and blue eyes, but there was nothing else to help narrow it down. He would just say he was American if asked since it was true after all.
He stroked Arthur's hair, trying not to wake the Brit. His hair was very soft even though it was a bit shaggy, but he had no room to talk really thanks to his rebellious cowlick. However, the quiet train of thoughts of Alfred were quickly broken when Arthur began to wake up. His green eyes once again meeting a pair of blue eyes that put the sky to shame.
"Good morning," Alfred said with a smile as he tried to keep himself sound as normal as possible.
"If you say so... Where are we?" Arthur asked, sitting up and looking around him.
"In a field somewhere."
"That's real helpful, you git," the Englishman said sarcastically. Honestly, why did he have to get tangled up in this mess? Arthur though to himself and then he remembered the money that was at stake. "But... your name is Alfred, correct?"
"Yeah, Alfred F. Jones."
"What does the F stand for?" Arthur asked curiously. Alfred lowered his head, fidgeting with a blade of grass.
"...I don't remember," he nearly whispered. "Foster, I think... but I don't remember clearly enough."
"What do you mean? How could you not possibly remember your own name? Are you stupid or something?"
"No, I've just..." Alfred sighed, "It's a long story, okay? All I do remember is Alfred F. Jones and for the love of anything good in this world, it's a whole lot better than only remembering being called Weapon Zero all my life!" he yelled at Arthur. Arthur rubbed the back of his neck.
"It's your bloody fault for getting us into this. Don't go yelling at me."
"MY fault? Excuse me, I don't remember being the civilian who dropped through the air vent into the a lab where any outsiders are to be killed on sight!"
"Still... you didn't have to come out with me. You could have just told me where to go," Arthur mumbled.
"...You're so selfish, you know that?"
"Well, I don't know you and you don't know me. Let's not make any judgments on eachother," Arthur hissed but couldn't help feel a bit guilty at the truth Alfred had just uttered. He was being a bit selfish.
Alfred looked at Arthur, "why were you there last night?"
"It...it's a long story," Arthur lied.
"If you say so," Alfred got up, catching the lie, "Good bye." Alfred began to walk into what seemed away from the sunset and into the darkness. Arthur got up and quickly grabbed his wrist, panicking once more.
"W-Where are you going?! Please! Don't leave me out here. I don't have the slightest clue on where I am..." Arthur nearly begged. Alfred shrugged him away.
"I'm going to find a town, and maybe the rest will fall into place. I don't know yet, and why should I help you? You're treating me like a burden, and here I am walking away. Okay?"
"No, no, please. I don't mean to be so cold. I'm just still too shaken up from last night..." Arthur apologized. Alfred turned back to Arthur, staring at Arthur's backlit face.
"Come on then, we're going west," Alfred said as he turned back and looked at the invisible path in front of him and continued on.
"West? Are we cowboys now or something?" Arthur asked as he followed.
"No, the field lands are in east, the cities are in the west, I believe."
"Wouldn't it be smarter just to follow the road?"
"What road? And if there was a road, I'd get caught in a less than a second and then they'd be after you to kill you for what you know."
"How do you know all this?"
"I think," Alfred answered quietly. It was very true though. Thinking was all he could do in the cell. Thinking and dreaming, but dreaming could be counted as thinking, in a way. Arthur kept looking at Alfred, never really taking his eyes off him. Alfred looked so serious, it didn't really seem to suit him. Arthur thought to himself, what would it take to get him to act more suiting? Arthur didn't know what the younger male was hiding about himself, but at least he knew how to keep calm in situations like this. Other situations, however, are left unsaid at this point.
Arthur pulled out his cellphone but the signal was too low to make a call. He sighed and put his phone back in his pocket and continued walking with Alfred. It was going to be a long walk.
It was noon by the time they came upon a small town. Arthur smiled with relief, thankful that the town had a railroad link to London. He wanted to go home so badly. Alfred sat on a bench in the small town and looked around, watching people as Arthur bought some food for breakfast. Neither one of them felt like sitting inside after such a long walk; they only wanted to sit and eat without having to deal with many people.
Arthur quickly came back to Alfred with a small bag. He handed Alfred a small paper cup of tea he got from a local cafe and sat beside Alfred as he enjoyed his own tea. "I didn't know what kind of tea you liked so I just got you black tea." Arthur pulled out two styrofoam food boxes and handed one to Alfred. Alfred opened his and looked at what was apparently breakfast. Alfred didn't complain though and began to quickly and gratefully consume the food.
Arthur looked at Alfred and laughed a bit, "You eat like a child..."
"Me? I do not! I'm just hungry..." he pouted, "besides, this food is way better than what I usually eat," he rambled on. Arthur continued to watch Alfred, slightly smiling as Alfred's true personality and age began to show. He was a bit loud, and it was more than obvious that he was American from the accent he spoke with.
"Alfred," Arthur chuckled, "now that we're here, do you think you can start telling me about yourself yet?"
"No," Alfred darkened, "not yet. And why do you want to know about me? And why where you even there in the first place? And-"
"I'll answer your questions once you answer mine."
"Okay, okay," Alfred said like a pouting child. "But..."
"But what?"
Alfred looked at Arthur with a small, goofy smile on his face, "Do you think it'd be okay for me to kinda stay with you for awhile?"
Kv: eh... kinda getting into the idea of USUK in this chapter. A tiny bit of bonding I suppose... Purestrongstorm: :3 Thxs~ BrOwNiEfOx: aww thank you! *blushes* -sama? I like -sama... BWAHA- Anime-Addict-no-1 (2): The movie, huh? It's been awhile since I've watched the movie (I've been absorbed in season 5). *stands back and looks at other chapter* ehhh... maybe I'll go back and edit it...maybe. But thank you so much for reviewing and reading this story! ;-; I was hoping someone from my Vocaloid stories would read these as well.~ The Operation 1925 was updated and idk if anyone's noticed, but oh well. ONTO USUK. xD America: REVIEW IF YOU WANNA READ ABOUT ME KISSING ENGLAND. Kv: :3 IF THERE ARE ANY PRUSSIA FANGIRLS, PLEASE SPEAK UP. I want to do a bonus chapter on Prussia's birthday, but I just don't know if it's worth writing. ^^;;
America: It's too late for that dude.
Kv: BWAHAHA, I AM KAKUMEI-SAMA. BOW TO ME.
England: don't... just don't do that again.
England: YOU AREN'T GOING TO KISS-
America: You want me to.
England: ...Git.