So much fun writing this chapter. So 4 chapters in 3 days is like totalmente grande and all but it is because I have had no life this weekend so I don't think it will be an on-going thing. We get to see what goes on in Alfred's dreams. Will there be appearances by certain individuals? Who knows?
Characters in this chapter.
America-Alfred
England-Arthur
France-Francis
Canada-Matthew
Russia-Ivan
Chapter 4. What's in a Dream?
It's the same as always, he's standing in the centre of the same large ball room. The same marble pillars line the room. The same beautiful flowers in intricately painted vases line the walls and hang from the ceiling in pretty baskets. Wall length mirrors in gold frames reflect the sea of masked figures that dace to the same music making the room look even bigger than it already is.
Everything's the same even Alfred standing there wearing a sky blue tail coat atop a cream vest detailed with gold needle work and white trousers that cling to his thighs and ass a little too much for his comfort and white dress shoes. His hair is still its usual messy self with that one bit that refuses to go down unlick others with theirs neatly combed back. He was also the only one there without a mask.
'I guess glasses are a type of mask' he thought to himself as he pushed them higher on his nose.
He lifted his head and steered up at the glass dome ceiling full moon and stars shone thing the night sky. 'Was it always night time in the dream.'
He went back to watching the people dance and as he scanned the crowd his eyes widened as a familiar face steered back at him from cross the dance floor.
"Dad."
The man with butter blond hair and those same gigantic eyebrows wearing a dark green suit made his way through the crowd of dances to stand in front of Alfred.
"Dad your… why are you here? I've never seen you in this dream before" Alfred asked a little shell shocked at this new and wired development.
"You little git why haven't you been sleeping? It's not healthy you no and I don't approve of you drinking so much coffee."
'A lecture strait out of the ball park holy mother of shi-skyrim it really is dad' Alfred thought as his dad waited for a responses.
"This is a dream… you can't… you're not real."
That earned him a bonk on the head.
"Hey what the-"
"You sod how you dare tell me I'm not real. I've been here for days waiting for you to fall asleep."
"But it's a dream that makes no sense."
His dad frowned and lowered his gaze to the floor. "I'm sorry Alfred there's so much I never got the chance to tell you before I was… I just kept putting it off and because I was afraid of how you would react."
"You're making no sense dad but umm… I know this is a dream an all but well… was it really a hit and run? That's what the cops said but I just… I wanna know if that's what really happened?"
"No. No that's not what happened lad."
"Then what? Dad we miss you so much. Francis keeps making dinner for five and Mattie told me the other day he went in your study to ask you for help on his history report before he remembered you… you weren't there."
"there's not enough time to explain everything here and now but know I miss you all so much and that I will always be watching you and Alfred please listen to what I'm about to tell you it's very important. In my study in the bottom left draw of my desk is brown leather journal. Take it, it should have answers to some of your questions and tell you things that I never got the chance to."
"Tell me now."
"I can't lad-"he cut himself of as his eyes caught sight of a tall man standing behind Alfred across the floor in front of a peer of large wood doors and his heart froze.
"I have to go and you have to wake up."
"What no I don't you to, I don't want to wake up" that was a sentence he never thought he'd here himself say.
"Don't argue with me or ill slap you on the head again just wake up." He gave his son a pat on the shoulder before turning and despairing in the crowd.
"Dad" Alfred called out extending his hand to try and grab the back of this dad's coat. He was about to go after him when he felt a hand on his shoulder and another wrap around his waist.
"You haven't forgotten about me have you?" a deep voice whispers in his ear. The hand on his shoulder moves to his chin and turns his head to steer at the doors across the room. "You should go through them" the voice says before nuzzling his nose in Alfred's hair and then with one move sinks his teeth into his neck.
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Alfred shot up in his bed and clutched the side of his neck finding it still smooth and unmarked.
"That was different" he said to himself recalling the events in the dream. Looking out his window he saw the sun was already high in the sky. He turned to his alarm that said it was twelve thirty. Good thing it was a Sunday. He got up and after putting on a fresh T-shirt made his way down stairs to the kitchen.
"Well look who had decided to join the land of the living" said his dad from where he stud chopping vegetables. Matthew was sitting in his spot on the window seat leaning on the table doing homework. "Al your up late that's wired you're the first one up normally are you feeling ok?" his brother asked.
"Yeah I'm fine dude" he replied opening the fridge and grabbing a coke before joining Matthew at the table "Where's Chelles?"
"She went out with a friend, you know that blonde girl who moved here from Belgium, she came here earlier to pick her up ."
"Dude she was here and you didn't wake me? Damn she hot to."
"I thought about it but when I went in your room you just looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you."
"Dude first rule of brotherhood if there's a hot girl in the house who's not taken you wake me."
Matthew just stuck his head and with a smile went back to doing his homework. "I'll try to remember that next time Al."
"Alfred do you have any dirty dishes in your room? If so could you bring them down I'm doing the washing when I'm done with this" called l Francis.
"Umm I have coffee mug up there. I'll go get it." He got up out his seat and went down the hall and back up the Steris. Before he got to his room he passed by his dads study witch no one had the courage to clean out yet and steered at the door recalling what his dad had told him in his dream.
-"Alfred please listen to what I'm about to tell you it's very important. In my study in the bottom left draw of my desk is brown leather journal. Take it, it should have answers to some of your questions and tell you things that I never got the chance to."-
'It was just a stupid dream why am I doing this?' He thought as he turned the handle and stepped in. 'But this time was different. Dad had never appeared in that dream before or any of my dreams.'
He made his way around the wood desk and bent down to the bottom left draw.
Taking a second to convince himself that this is stupid and that there would be nothing in there he decided to just get this over with quickly and pulled the draw open.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me" he said pulling out the small brown leather journal.