Here it is, 4th chapter! Enjoii, lovelies.


The Third Memory - Our Friendship

A year after the first time we met, we were at Arthur's house, ceclebrting his engagement to Francis. I had snuck some of the champagne, and soon you were laughing at the way I was trying to be sneaky, and then got caught and yelled at by Arthur for being a 'little brat' and a 'disgrace to him' and the usual. Afterwards, I wandered over to where you were, and saw you still laughing. I asked you in an offended voice what you were freaking laughing at, and you laughed harder. But despite this, your answer was serious.

"It is funny. The affection in his voice is very obvious when he is yelling at you." I shook my head and disagreed, and your laughter turned into a sad smile.

"Nyet, Alfred, I am serious. You cannot feel it?" I shook my head again.

"Arthur was right, you cannot read the mood at all." I nodded and laughed, and told you that I got that all the time. You smiled happily this time, and said, "It is good for Arthur and Francis, that they have found this together, da?" I looked questioningly at you, and nodded. You smiled brighter. " I hope to find this feeling as well. Though I worry I am getting too old." I frowned and realized I had never known how old he was. I never really thought it mattered. I asked you your age, and you answered, "23 years." I laughed.

"No way! You're too tall to be that young! But you're also too childish looking to be that old!"

You laughed with me and said "Da, I should be married by now, I think." I looked up into your eyes as you looked down into mine. "So, I am a little jealous of those two." I nodded and looked away, saying that I was too.


We talked together until Francis kicked everyone out of the house, saying he wanted private time with Arthur. The second the phrase hit my ears, I had grabbed your arm and raced out the door. You asked me if I was okay, and I explained that I did not need to hear what Francis had said. You smiled.

"Even friends need private time together," you laughed, "You are my best friend, and I wish to spend lots of time alone with you." I tried to hide the blush that crossed my face by looking at your heavy coat instead of your face. You looked at my action and frowned.

"Do you think of me as your best friend?" you asked. I told you that I did, and the happiest smile that I had ever seen lit up your face, blowing away everything besides one, resounding thought. Your eyes are so beautiful.

"I am so glad, Alfred." you said, tripping on my name with your accent once again.


I am really rather fond of this chapter.

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