Chapter 4: Go to sleep, Alfred my little brother
Translations: désolé = sorry
la température = temperature
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"What's going on...? Why are you so damn loud...at 12 fucking AM...- Wait, what? Damn it Francis, can't I sleep in peace you intolerable fool!" As I saw his face drop, I began to slowly awaken and realize I couldn't suppress my crankiness. In a way I almost felt bad for yelling at Francis. Almost.
"Ah, Anglettere désolé, but Alfred saw you asleep on my lap and decided on his own account that there is something going on with us, judging from the reaction he gave when he saw us. He ran to heaven knows were."
That idiotic, moronic bloke jumping to his own conclusions!
"How are you feeling Arthur? Come over here and let me take your la température, hopefully it went down by now."
He placed his cold hands on my forehead; they were still very cold, a type of cold that makes your entire body shudder with goose bumps.
"Anglettere..."
I simply tuned his voice out and fell asleep on his lap once more, I was tired beyond comprehension.
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"What happened? Are you hurt?" He was sitting down on his bed in pajamas. He wore plaid shorts and a white t-shirt. I would think he was annoyed by me now, and I don't blame him if he was.
"I don't even know..." Was I upset because Francis has a relationship with my roommate? Or because Arthur didn't tell me? I'd expect Francis to not tell me because, well, we don't get along. But Arthur? I didn't even think he was gay...
"Oh god Matt. I know he feels something for Francis. I can't really describe how, I just know. Man, Kiku, what the hell am I supposed to do?" It is not my business that they are together, but poor Matt.
"Umm...well... It would be nice to know what had happened." I told Kiku what I saw and he was quiet the entire time. When I was finished, he simply nodded and turned towards his bed.
"Alfred-San, has it occurred to you that maybe they are good friends?" He was obviously uncomfortable with this, yet interested at the same time. Is that even possible? Well. With Kiku, I guess it is.
"Man, Kiku, he was caressing Arthurs head! From the looks of it, Arthur was happy in his sleep. If that's not a bromance then, it's ..." I still couldn't get the thought of them being together, I mean, maybe I am overreacting but still...
"Alfred-San, relax and go to sleep. We can go ask Yao on his opinion tomorrow during breakfast, ok?"
"Ok, thanks man. G'night!" with that I fell asleep, all of the events from today were too much for my first day back.
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"-Ur, I can't wait 'til-" I knew I was dreaming because I saw two small boys laying down in a meadow of flowers, and that is so cliché. It was sunny outside with the wind dancing around the two boys. It was a beautiful scene, and not the "Awww it's so cute!" beautiful, but the type of beautiful that makes you want to want to stay there and try to imagine what is possibly being said and thought about at the moment.
"...at...ok?" their voices were barely audible through the wind. I wanted to walk to them, but my feet wouldn't budge.
"Oh yeah! I know it will be awesome..." the one who spoke began to stand up, the other smaller boy following suit. Unfortunately both their backs were turned to me.
"I have...then I will be..." the shorter one spoke as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
"Promise..?" the older boy pleaded with enthusiasm.
"Promise."
The scene then shifted to where I was standing outside of a big house near a lamp, it was dark outside, and I'd say around 9 or 10 at night.
There was a boy walking down the street hugging a bear onto his chest and wearing a hat. He walked towards the lamp that I was standing under.
"If I were you, I'd hate him even more since he can't even spare you the moment of his time again to at least explain, Alfred." His voice was raspy and cold. He began to walk into view and every step he took felt like ten minutes before he would switch his footing. When I saw him, his cloths were slightly singed and he had red stuff –paint?-splattered on his outfit. He took his hat off and dropped his bear on to the floor, revealing his face. A young boy with blue eyes, long blonde hair with a long curly string of hair at the side, and red paint on his face.
"I will never forgive him for hurting you. He made a promise and broke it; he didn't even bother to explain. He left you. Without even a 'good bye'." His voice now was full with anger.
"Alfred! Al? Answer me." He began to grow and as he grew, I saw who it was.
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"Matthew!" I bolted up from the bed and felt the cool air wisp through the sweat trickling down my neck and forehead. The dream felt so real. What was scary was seeing Matthew in pain. I never wanted to see him like that again; the only time he was like that was when he came to live with us. If he finds out his crush is dating my roommate he'll be devastated. Damn that Francis!
"Alfred-San? Are you ok? You were thrashing around and screaming! Where you having a nightmare?"
"I'm sorry Kiku. I keep on bothering you."
"It's all right Alfred-San. Do you want to talk about your nightmare?"
"Er...not right now, I'm tired and I don't want to keep you up." I turned away from him so he could see my back. It has not been my day at all. I felt like a little kid again. I wanted to be with Matthew so he could sing a French-Canadian lullaby, I don't really know the name but at least I can hum it. I don't really like that I can't understand it, but when Matt sings it, I feel happy.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I checked to see if Kiku was asleep, and then left the room as quietly as I could. I went down the hallway and looked for room 133. Matthew's room.
I turned the knob on his door, which was unlocked, and crept towards the center of the room where the two beds would meet at. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, there was only one person in the room. Me. I plopped on the cleaner bed, which was obviously Matthews, and lay there for a while. I decided to wait for Matthew to show up, but as the minutes dragged on and he didn't appear, I went to search for him.
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"Arthur? Arthur, sweetie, can you hear me?"
"Mother?"
"Oh dear. Mr. Bonnefoy, how long has his fever been like this?" What...? Where am I? Mr. Bonnefoy? Who the hell is that?
"Mademoiselle Héderváry..."
Is this a dream?
"Mr. Bonnefoy, please answer me so I can help Mr. Kirkland."
Yes, it has to be. Mr. Bonnefoy always talks and flirts with any living thing, so there is no possible way he could ever be speechless.
"Mademoiselle Héderváry, he has been like that since last night -err this morning. It felt high, and he said he didn't want to go to you. So I let him sleep, hoping that would help reduce it, but when he woke up at around 12 his fever hadn't come down. He fell asleep again and I decided to bring him here since he is as stubborn as a mule and wouldn't come of his own free will." The concern in his voice quivered, I felt warm water on my cheeks.
"Mr. Bonnefoy, please, rest assure that Mr. Kirkland will be fine..."
Maybe when I awaken, Francis will be back to normal... and I'll be somewhere I recognize.
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'Where could Matthew be?' I'd checked the library and no Matt. I'd checked the lobby, the cafeteria and the pool area; still no Matt. My last resort was the ice skating arena. I turned around the corner after I left the pool and headed down the corridor that would lead into the ice skating arena. Matt is the captain of the hockey team, so wouldn't it make sense that he'd be at the ice skating arena at times?
Fais dodo, Alfred mon p'tit frère
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo
Maman est en haut
Qui fait du gâteau
Papa est en bas
Qui fait du chocolat
The melody was carried by the cold, crisp and misty wind that came through the window. I went out through the door that is connected to the garden, and walked past the world fountain that held a sculpture of the earth at the tip of the fountain, dropping water and lights to the center of the structure.
Fais dodo, Alfred mon p'tit frère
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo
Fais dodo, Alfred mon p'tit frère
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo
Matthew was sitting in a bench between two shrouds of rose bushes.
Ta sœur est en haut
Qui fait des chapeaux
Ton frère est en bas
Qui fait des nougats
Fais dodo, Alfred mon p'tit frère
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo
Ton cousin Gaston
Fait des gros bonbons
Ta cousine Charlotte
Fait de la compote
His voice resonating throughout the moonlit night, made me sway back and forth and the thoughts of the dream were coming back.
Fais dodo, Alfred mon p'tit frère
The two boys in the meadow...
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo
The boy that looked like Matthew...
Fais dodo, Alfred mon p'tit frère
The red paint that looked like blood that covered him...
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo
"What a... magnificent voice!"
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Ok the song used is called Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère (Go to sleep, Colas my little broter)it is a French lullaby and I thought it was cute! ^^ Sorry for the late update I had a writers block... v.v"