A/N: Your reviews. Were lovely. 3

Too many fanfic ideas… What do I doooo…

Uhh, if any of you can tell me… How does a beta work on here? O3o I need to knooowww~

Do you think I should have a special greeting? Like, perhaps, a different language? Eh, I dunno. This chapter's in Alfred's POV. :D.

On a side note - ever heard Before the Dawn by Evanescene? I'm soon writing a song!fic for it~!

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Arthur sure is funny when he blows the hair from his eyes! He looks like, you know, a girl or something. Not to mention how slim he is; he's freaking skinny! Really feminine. And I guess it's entertaining to watch him fiddle with the creases on his hoodie - does he have OCD or something? I'm sure he does. He acts like it.

I'm about to get up and sit next to him (just to look at the book he's holding, of course) when the bell rings. Oh crap, I forgot I was only here for an hour! I should get off before the boss gets pissed. 'Cause that would be really annoying, for damn sure. With a quick 'see you later' to Arthur, I'm out the door.

On the way, I meet up with the guys - obviously, as they always hang around the corridors. Briefly, I wave, before beckoning them to me and heading off to the courtyard. They were probably waiting for me, haha.

What am I doing? Oh yeah, I forgot to say… It's the boss's birthday. The guy wants to let us outside. Though, I can't help but let my thoughts wander to Arthur… Does he ever see sunlight? I figure it's not likely, seeing as he's all dangerous and stuff.

…But he doesn't seem dangerous. Maybe a little lonely and as if he has a stick up his ass, but… Nah…

I wave to the cafeteria ladies on my way past - the Ukranian woman only smiles sweetly, but the others, namely Michelle [1], wave enthusiastically. I'm pretty popular, huh? Anyway, I guess I should hurry on out, 'cause I only get one day of freedom like this a year. Sad really, but it's my job. And I sure do love my job~! Ack, I'm getting off track.

"Hey, bastard." Lovino says to me, "How's your subject-guy?"

I grin widely. "He's, like awesome!" I reply happily. I feel a flutter in my chest for an odd reason, but I don't pay much mind to it. It's probably the sunlight.

That or an alien force is taking over me-

"He can't be as awesome as the awesome me, King of Awesome!" Gilbert interrupts my panicky thoughts, and I look at him with a smirk that says 'Oh really?'

"Sure thing, he probably doesn't have muscles like these!" he laughs, jabbing a thumb at his arm. To be honest, he's pretty strong, but I'm stronger, and have less muscles. Odd, but who cares.

"No, but who needs muscles when you have, like, superpowers?" I reply, leaning forward a bit. "He could be a super hero or something!" Actually, come to think of it, he might be able to. Maybe… I could ask him about his powers? Sure, he dismissed it before, but now we're getting closer, it can't be that damn hard.

Francis had overheard and was now swooning. Oh God, should have remembered he was here. For some reason, I really don't want him touching Arthur… Though I really don't know why…

"Ah, 'e sounds lovely~! Ohohohon~!" Francis sang, "Can I see him yet~? Maybe 'e can use some of 'is powers on me~ Or I can use mine on 'im~" I frown.

"Nah, not yet, bro. He's not even used to me yet, and I don't think he'd want to see you." I laughed, trying to get it over and done with. Just then, we hear a few claps from the corner of the courtyard. Wait. Is that a cake? I sure hope I'm getting some! Haven't had sugar in ages!

There's a few benches in here, and I'm not one for standing up, so I plonk myself down into a seat. The guys follow suit, and we all are now sat down. Lovino looks kind of pissed 'cause Antonio's got his arm around his shoulder, but I'm sure he likes it. The guy's in denial, poor dude.

So, it was fun in the courtyard and all, but I found my mind kept drifting to Arthur. Right now I'm sitting on my bunk, fiddling with my buttons. Okay, I guess I should go ask boss about Arthur. If I keep thinking about him, I must be anxious about something to do with him, right? Maybe if I get boss to let him into the courtyard for at least an hour, he'll go off my mind. Yeah. I guess I'll do that.

I get up and stretch a bit. I'm tired, but I guess it doesn't matter since I'm usually tired. And lazy, but that's irrelevant. With a shake of my head, I quietly leave the room, as the guys are asleep, and exit through the door. The corridors aren't too nice; there's, like, mould on the ceiling. You'd think, with this being Area 51, they'd clean it, right? Wrong. It's pretty damn dirty in here.

Upon reaching boss's office, I knock on the door. He summons me in, and I grin as I enter.

"Hey, boss." I say, and he raises an eyebrow.

"This is about D1268, right?" I nod, confused at how he knows this. "Sit down, boy."

I walk further in and take a seat. He continues to talk. "So, what is it? Have you found anything out about him?"

…For some reason, I didn't want to answer that honestly.

"No, sir. I haven't. The damn guy won't tell me a thing about him!" I lie, laughing. His face falters here, but I continue. "Well, I was wondering… Does Ar- D1268 ever go outside?"

Boss shakes his head. "No, he doesn't. Why? Do you sympathise for him?" I take a second before nodding. "Alfred, Alfred… He's a monster. We can't let him out for one second or he'll tear the place apart."

I'm kind of dumfounded here. "He… Doesn't seem dangerous." I say quietly, frowning. "And can't you just give him those chains?" Boss is looking angry now.

He shakes his head. "Don't ask me this again. He's not leaving this building, not for one second. Not until we've tested him." …Tested…? Somehow, I really don't like the sound of that. I've seen that before; they tear them open and take organs out, body parts off. It's not a pretty sight. The image of that happening to Arthur is really awful for me… Maybe because we're kind of becoming friends? No, that isn't it.

"Tested? That doesn't… Never mind." shaking my head, I answer, not saying what I was thinking. "So, will he live after he's been tested?"

Boss pauses for a moment, before shaking his head as if it wasn't a serious matter. I feel a really harsh clench in my heart. That really doesn't sound nice. I don't want Arthur to die… I don't even know why, but it hurts to think of it. Okay, maybe I hardly know the guy, but… Like I said, I don't know.

Shortly afterward, I leave, frowning. Thoughts are racing through my head.

What would the hero do?

But can't they let him live?

Why's boss so evil?

Most importantly… Why does my heart hurt at the thought of any harm coming to Arthur…?

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A/N: BAHHH. Done. Here you go.

Everyone who reviewed gets a cookie!What? No, I should not be doing homework instead of this, why would you think that…? /blatant lies

Please, mind my OOCness here. I'm not American, nor am I Alfred, therefore he'll likely be OOC.

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