SCW: I didn't remember when I had last updated so I ended up waited a bit. Probably too long. That and I hate this chapter…a lot… I rushed through this one. And I probably shouldn't have. Oh well as long as you have something to read right! This one has Amethyst in it too! Also, it explains how Arthur can see the dead and other creatures.
Ariana: You really need to start paying attention. And stop slacking on this one!
SCW: I'm trying! It's not easy!
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Chapter 3: A Day Out.
All was silent in the morning lit room. A gentle breathing and skin shifting on Egyptian cotton. That is until a shrill beeping filled the air. A yelp then a crash before a heavy slam and the sound of plastic and metal meeting their doom. Alfred glared at the remains of the alarm clock, not noticing the angrily squirming body beneath his. Well, until something hard connected with this cheek.
He winced then turned to see what had hit him. Two angry and hazy green eyes practically burned holes in his head. Alfred finally figured out what had happened. In his surprise he had solidified and fallen on Arthur. Who had been laying partially on his side. To Alfred the position of Arthur's and his body was nice and …well kind of hot. Though if the angry thrashing was anything to go by Arthur most certainly did not like it. So he let his body faze into intangibility and float off the living one below him.
"You bloody bastard! Do you even know how heavy you are? I thought the dead were supposed to be light!" Arthur huffed as he stretched his limbs into a better position. Alfred grinned.
"Hey, you're just jealous because I don't have a body like a girls. I'll have you know that I look exactly like I did when I was alive! You should have seen how many girls I attracted!" Alfred boasted.
"If you weren't dead I'd shoot you. A lot." It was too early for Arthur to say anything else other than that as a comeback. Slipping out of bed he went to the bathroom, not in the mood to deal with egotistical ghosts. Before he went into the bathroom though he grabbed some casual slacks and a forest green sweater. Alfred waited outside, humming the Superman theme song. He decided after only a few moments that the officer was taking too long, so he left to the kitchen. He wanted to surprise Arthur with his hero-tastic cooking skills. Being dead really gave you time to learn a few thing.
By the time Arthur appeared in the kitchen archway Alfred had found eggs, thick bread, some sausages and a skillet that was currently cooking said sausages.
"Hey how do you like your eggs and toast?" Alfred greeted happily. Arthur gawked. It took Alfred snapping his fingers in front of his face to snap him out of it. Alfred repeated his question.
"O-oh, um…not runny? And uh, dark." Arthur was clearly not quick in the morning. Alfred nodded and returned to the pan
Just a little bit later Arthur sat at his table a plate of hot eggs sausages and toast. Alfred floating next to him an expectant look on his face. Once Arthur indicated he liked it Alfred left to go clean up.
"Isn't it your day off?" Alfred asked shutting off the water. Arthur nodded, chewing quietly.
"What are we gonna do then." Alfred floated back over to Arthur. The Englishman swallowed the bite of toast in his mouth and took a sip of tea obviously thinking.
"I was planning to go down to the store today since Francis left a grocery list again. Then I was just going to relax." Alfred nodded slowly.
"Say Artie, just who is this Francis dude?"
"Hm? Did you forget about him already? He was the one who wasn't your brother's reincarnate."
"No! I mean how'd ya meet him, and how did he start cookn' for you?" Arthur blinked.
"Oh! I've known him since I was a child. His parents were Merfyn's boss. On bring your siblings to work day he dragged me along. Mostly because I was the only one who wasn't busy at the time, being three and all. He ended up taking an instant liking to picking on me. He never left me alone after that. Even went as far as to ask his father to transfer him to my school. I sort of got used to having the frog around. He started cooking for me after he tried my food and was hospitalized with food poisoning." By the time Arthur finished he was at the sink washing his plate. A little later they were heading out to the car.
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"I've got another question." Arthur sighed but said nothing, waiting for the question.
"How come you can see me?" Alfred floated in the passenger seat and had been making faces at everyone they passed.
"I don't know, it runs in the family I suppose. Ever since I was little I could see a number of things others couldn't. fairies, unicorns, the dead and other mystical creatures. If you comment on any of them being imaginary I'll smack you." Alfred closed his mouth. The rest of the drive to the store proved silent, minus the radio which Alfred messed with constantly. He stopped though when Arthur shot a sharp glare at him.
Finally they reached the store. It seemed mildly busy if the numerous cars told them anything. Arthur parked the car, and locked it despite Alfred still being in there as soon as he himself stepped out. The ghost pouted and followed the Englishman. Alfred wasn't too fond of Arthur constantly ignoring him. It just wasn't what damsels did. No! they followed the hero obediently and hung on their every word. How could Alfred protect his damsel if he didn't let him, or even acknowledge him! He was going to have to fix that later.
When Alfred looked around for Arthur he found the apparently fast Brit opening the door.
"Hey! Wait up!" He ran after, or floated over, as fast as he could towards Arthur. Had he not been dead he would have crashed into the door and into a woman carrying one too many bags. As it was , he didn't he caught up to Arthur who was examining the list.
"Why must he ask for so many things? I'm not even sure what this is." Arthur murmured under his breath. Alfred peeked over his shoulder and examined the piece of paper in his hands.
"I'll help out!" he raised his hand and waved it around excitedly. Arthur rolled his eyes but a soft smile brushed his lips. Alfred's grin widened.
"You remind me of Peter."
"Peter? Oh! Your younger brother right! Arthur nodded. After that the duo got to work finding the many things Francis had requested. Alfred gave a little girl a heart attack when he tried to ask her something. The girl's mother had blamed some poor random man behind him. Alfred learned that mothers had the capability of out glaring the most evil villain on earth. After that he stayed beside Arthur, not wanting to witness the wrath of any more mothers.
He also learned that Arthur was a regular there. A lot of people knew him and greeted him with friendly smiles. One or two gave Arthur a once over, then a twice over. Eyeing the Englishman's body and face. But no dark emotions made it to their eyes. So Alfred ignored them. Though he did wonder why the urge to maim anyone that did look at Arthur like he was the next meal. In fact the one person in the store that did had horrible promises of pain and agony should they ever try anything. Without the Brit knowing of course! Alfred assumed if the lighter blonde had known, he'd scold him. Arthur could be such a mother sometimes.
"Are we almost done?" Alfred whined. Arthur glanced at the list and nodded. All they had left was check out. That went by fast, Arthur was friends with the woman at the counter. She had very pretty black hair and deep violet eyes. She also had an air about her that was soothing and gentle. She had a very pretty keychain for a necklace.
"Hello amethyst."
"Back again? Let me guess, Francis." She smiled. Arthur nodded. As they chatted she checked out their groceries. It only took her around five minutes.
"I see you got a new friend." She nodded towards Alfred while she waited for the receipt to come out. Alfred gawked at her. Arthur nodded.
"At least this one doesn't look like he wants to kill you . the last one was such a pest." Arthur agreed and nodded.
"She can see me?"
"Did he say something?"
"He's surprised that you can see him."
"Oh! Yes I can see you, anyway, is Ariana behaving herself?" amethyst didn't seem too interested in Alfred. Arthur obviously had had many ghost stalkers.
"Yes, she hasn't maimed anyone for a while." He took the receipt from amethyst's outstretched hand.
"Good! Well I don't want to keep you any longer. Hey, you. Keep him safe. You're not the first ghost he's had to deal with, but you are the first to not try and hurt him in some way." Alfred nodded, out of instinct more than anything. As soon as they were back in the car Alfred snapped.
"Who was that?"
"Amethyst. A nice friend of mine. Yes she's able to see you, no she can't hear you. So trying to bother her will amount to nothing but pain on your part." Arthur drove out of the parking lot and started for home. Alfred stayed silent the entire time. He helped Arthur carry and put away the groceries. Then watched the Englishman embroider. He watched TV. The rest of the day was spent peacefully, Alfred nearly fell asleep, Arthur did end up falling back asleep, landing on the arm of the chair. He curled up into a ball and didn't even wake when the embroidery fell onto the floor. Alfred covered him with a blanket. Then it remained like that until Francis broke the calm and possibly the door. Arthur nearly broke the frogs arm in his tired anger.
As soon as Francis left Arthur went through the same routine as last night minus the slipping and yelling and throwing of herbs.
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SCW: Ta da! Thank you for reading this chapter! Sorry if it was sort of crappy, I tried to speed through it so I could put it up. Also I won't put up chapter four until chapter five is done…
Ariana: you haven't started it yet have you.
SCW: no…
Ariana: *facepalms* start on it or they'll slaughter you. Oh by the way if you can guess what game amethyst is for you get a cookie and a hug… hint SCW gave you a big clue in the story.
SCW: oh yeah, Miniflip999 noticed that I love Chibi England. Yes it was a while ago but I haven't reviewed for a while. Yes it's true, I adore Chibi England. I especially love stories that include chibi France and chibi England because those tend to be cute and squee worthy. And yamishun, your review has been the funniest so far. I love how you admit to stalking the story. True epicness if you ask me. Thank you for making me laugh so hard I nearly fell out of my chair. Heck thank you all for the reviews you've given me so far! I love them.
Ariana: yep. And the link that miniflip999 sent her that had a picture of chibi England sleeping with a unicorn was adorable, so thanks for that.