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Chapter 4~
Dinner was not such an event either. You would think meeting your potential spouse and getting to know each other over dinner would be great, but in Alfred and Arthurs case it was far from it.
"Pig."
"Goody goody."
"Fat arse!"
"Princess!"
"You did not just call me that, Alfred!"
"Oh, but I did sweet cheeks!"
These remarks went back and forth between the two as dinner went on. They were seated at the end of the large dining table for some level of privacy. While the two obliged to sitting together so their mothers would be happy, they both strongly hated it with a passion.
"Amy, Alfred is such a nice young man! You raised him well." Allison laughed quietly.
"Yes, and Arthur is such a pleasant young lad as well! They are perfect together, Allison!" Amy responded. The two women giggled and chatted about their two sons for the whole of the dinner, and never once spoke to said people. While lost in their own world, Matthew was busy eating alone near Alfred and Arthur.
"Mr. Kumajiro, (Don't shoot me if I spelled it wrong, please! u) how are we going to deal with these two?" Matthew asked his bear.
"Who are you?" The bear asked in return. Matthew sighed and hugged the bear.
"Nevermind that..." Matthew whispered back. He looked over and watched as Alfred and Arthur tried to stab each other with their forks, and couldn't help but laugh quietly.
"Kids..." Matthew stated as he got up and excused himself from the dinner table. As Matthew made his way out, he heard a large crash and turned around. There on the ground lay a very irritated Arthur drenched in Diet Coke and ketchup. Alfred lay on top of him drenched in tea and scone bits. Matthew covered his mouth and watched as the two women at the other end of the table ran to their sons.
"Al, dear, are you okay!" Amy said as she helped her son up. Alfred scowled at Arthur and crossed his arms.
"Could be better." Alfred responded to his mom.
"Damn right you could be!" Arthur said as he stood up.
"Artie!" Allison gasped at her youngest son. Arthur rolled his eyes and walked off to his room. Allison sighed and looked at the two Jones.
"I am terribly sorry. He is irritable around dinner." She smiled awkwardly before running after Arthur and disappearing around the corner. Amy crossed her arms and turned to her son.
"What just happened, Alfred? You're trying to make Arthur like you not cause a war! God forbid..." Amy scolded. Alfred sighed and wiped some scone bits from his shoulder.
"It's not like I signed up for this, ma." Alfred explained. Amy sighed and shook her head.
"Please, Alfred, just try honey." Amy said as she gathered the plates, and walked away to the kitchen. Alfred rolled his eyes and started to walk to his own room. On his way to his room, he walked past Arthurs room and heard Allison talking.
"Hm?" Alfred listened.
"Arthur, you are 17! Get your mind set in that age. You have a duty to your sector, and I expect you to follow it! What would your father say?!"
"Papa's dead, mum! How the hell would I know?!"
Alfred looked at the bedroom door and looked down the hallway to his own room. He sighed and walked to his room.
"His father died?" Alfred asked himself. He thought back to when he looked at the family files, and didn't remember ever reading about a father. Alfred looked around his room, and grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt. He went into his bathroom and got a quick shower. After his shower, he changed into the sweatpants and t-shirt and went to the library.
"Fantasy... Fantasy... Aw! Here we are!" Alfred said as he looked at the large shelf of fantasy books. He looked over it till he found the book he was looking for.
"Fairy tales? Arthur was looking at this book if I'm correct. Eh, worth a shot." Alfred said to himself as he dusted off the book, and opened it up. The book was old, but the pages were good enough to read. He closed the book and tucked it under his arm as he grabbed a couple more books.
"There, now let's go see if I can do this without getting slapped... or killed." Alfred encouraged himself as he made his way to Arthurs room. He listened for Arthurs mother, and found she was not in the room. He nodded and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" The familiar voice of Arthur came from the other side of the door.
"Alfred, mind if I come in?" Alfred asked.
"Why, so you can make fun of my eyebrows or something?"
"No, I got somethin' for ya." Alfred chuckled. He heard Arthur sigh and unlock the door. Alfred smiled at his small achievement and opened the door. He looked around the room Arthur had been given, and then looked to Arthur who was sitting on the bed.
"Nice room..." Alfred said as he sat the books he had gathered onto the nearby desk.
"Yes, I rather enjoy the color... What did you want?" Arthur asked as he eyed the books on the desk.
"I brought you some books. I saw you looking at this one, and thought-"
"Okay."
Alfred blinked and looked at Arthur.
"Okay?" Alfred asked.
"Yes, okay? What part of 'okay' is so hard to understand?" Arthur asked. Alfred sighed and shook his head. He muttered under his breath before turning to leave.
"What was that?" Arthur asked.
"Nothing." Alfred said with a scowl.
"No, you said something." Arthur said questioningly. Alfred huffed and looked at Arthur. He walked closer and poked Arthur in the chest.
"I said I try to be nice and that damn attitude of yours is really pissin' me off! So, if ya don't mind shut the hell up if ya can't at least pretend to be grateful!" Alfred said as he poked Arthur in the chest with each word. Arthur sat there staring at Alfred and blinked a couple times.
"O-okay..." Arthur said. Alfred blinked and took his hand away.
"I'm sorry..." Alfred said as he looked at Arthur.
"I'll just leave ya alo-"
"I think that would be best." Arthur interrupted quietly. Alfred sighed and looked at the books he had gathered. He shook his head and left the room.
"Nice goin' idiot." Alfred told himself as he went into his room.
Arthur looked at the pile of books and walked over to them. He ran his fingers across the books and picked up one that he had seen before.
"Fairy tales..." He said to himself as he remembered earlier. Arthur sighed and sat the book down. He went back to his bed and laid down.
"Night papa..." Arthur said as he drifted off into sleep.
Sobbing my eyes out. It's 12 in the morning and I can't sleep! Well, that fairy tale book is actually really important. I can't say why though so look out for it!
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Chapter 4~
