spiffy- um yeah i know it's been a while (or like forever) but i got into some trouble so im kinda on laptop probation
i know you all are wondering why francis punched the shit out of alfred... so on with the fic.
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Arthur had yet to find out what had happened at the park, around the time that Alfred had been hit Arthur had decided to make himself some tea. His day had gone by very slowly, even slow for a weekend. The British man didn't have much friends, or even acquaintances for that matter. When he was younger most of the kids would pick on him for talking to his fairy and unicorn friends. Some days he would occasionally have a drink or two with Antonio Carriedo, a Spaniard he met before dropping out of college, and his boyfriend Lovino Vargas, an Italian who desperately needed some anger management classes. But to Arthur these didn't really count as friends.
On the days he actually left the apartment he would just walk around the corner to the nearby coffee shop, though he had never quite gotten used to the taste of coffee. If some one made a documentary on this man the only conclusion you would possibly make, if any, that he was pretty much a loner. He had always been, especially after the divorce.
"I guess not much worse could happen in my life." was always the thing he would say to himself if he was in a particularly hard time, though usually prior to saying this something worse would always find away to ruin his day further.
Arthur was awakened from his little pity party by the sound of the phone. He was half tempted to not even bother answering it. Probably some telemarketer, but he got up anyway wanting to hear someone's voice. As he picked up the phone and muttered a less than friendly 'Hello' he could tell that the voice on the other line was or had been panicking.
"Hello? Um Arthur do you think you could, uh, come down to the police station and pick up Peter?" Arthur imediently recognized the voce as belonging to Matthew.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" he was defiantly not happy with what was going on, even if he didn't know what was going on.
"Well, you see Francis was kind of arrested for assault and they won't let me take Peter since legally I'm not his guardian." Matthew had started to get quieter the more the spoke, usually out of nervousness.
Arthur sighed, he told the younger Canadian man that he was on his way. Damn frog couldn't you have done something less stupid during your free time? He grabbed his keys and was out he door in record time.
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By the time he had made it their he noticed Francis sitting in the uncomfortable looking chairs glaring at the man beside him who seemed to be holding a bag of ice over a very swollen eye. Arthur couldn't put his finger on it but for some peculiar reason that man looked very familiar, just looking at him for some reason sent a wave of pain through the green-eyed man, not physical pain but deeply embedded emotional pain. He pushed it aside for a moment to yell at Francis for being a complete idiot.
"Jesus Francis what the fuck where you thinking!" the way he had said it made it noticable the everyone that it was not a question, but the French man answered anyway.
"But mon chere I was but simply keeping a promise, and a French man always keeps his word, no?"
Arthur was livid he had no clue what the other man was saying, "What the bloody hell are you going on about you git? When did you ever promise to just go out and punch the shit out of some random stranger?!". Nearly everyone at the station was looking at the group of people, though most were looking from Arthur to Francis and then back to Arthur.
The man who had been holding the ice pack against his face removed said ice pack and looked up to meet Arthur's eyes, but the other man was too busy yelling at Francis for injuring someone for no reason and being a bad influence on Peter, who still had no clue what was going on.
"Artie calm down." Arthur froze there had been only one person who had ever called him that. He jerked his head from Francis to face the other man,who was reaching out to put a hand on Arthur's shoulder.
"Alfred?" Arthur wasn't sure why he asked he was almost positive that it was the American he had known for so long.
"Um, yeah uh hey Arthur." the whole room was engulfed in an awkward aura that seemed to come from the two blondes standing in the middle of the room.
And then it hit him (no pun intended) at that moment Arthur had just realized what promise the unreliable French man was babling about.
~Flashback~
Arthur was a eight-teen year-old young man sitting all alone in a bar, since no one had bothered to card him. It had been a week since the dramatic break up between him and Alfred, but the young blonde was still distraunt over it.
Francis Bonefroy, a twenty-six year-old French man who was for some odd reason intrigued with the young man with the large eye-brows. Seeing that the other man was getting up to leave, and not wanting his prey to get away, Francis decided to make his move.
"Hello mon chere, what is someone as beautiful as you doing in a rundown place like this?" Arthur couldn't bring himself to insult the annoying man. Francis noticed the sad look in the other's eyes, now Francis being the true gentleman he was (this is total crap) decided that he would ask this man what was wrong.
"Though this is against my normal standards but, whatisyournameandwhatiswrong ?" He said so fast that at the end he was slightly out of breath.
Arthur was surprised at how this man that he had never met was being so forward, but he answered anyway, "Um my name is Arthur Kirkland, and um well, you'll probably thing this isn't a good reason to get all upset about but my boyfriend, well ex- boyfriend A-A-Alfred," the memory of the man he once cared for sent a slight shiver to go though him causing him to stutter,"and I, well you get the idea."
"How about this if I ever have the displeasure of meeting this 'Alfred' I'll make sure he regrets whatever it was he did to you, okay?" Now he knew that he probably would never meet this man, but he thought it better to reassure this poor guy.
Arthur felt a small smile form on his face,"Promise?" he also knew that the man he had just met would never meet Alfred and if he did he wouldn't know it was him, but he still found comfort in the words.
"Promise" and with that Francis and Arthur left the dingy bar.
~End of Flashback~
Arthur feeling angry, and very confused with all the voices in his head telling him what to do, he did the only thing he thought reasonable, he brought his hand back and slapped the American right across is face. Not he most adult thing to do but it was all he could think of.
Everyone in the police station was staring in absolute shock. Though they were mostly interested because of the drama.
After regaining his composer the British man turned away from Alfred,"Now, I believe I came here to take my son home," and with that Arthur and Peter,who was now even more confused than ever, left. Leaving everyone else to wonder what the hell had just happened.
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spiffy- there i hope that answered all you questions. damn that was intense ( ha only if my life was this interesting)
y'all know the drill... if you have any suggestions I'd be happy to hear.
till next time, spiffy