Hello! I'm not really sure I like this chapter all that much, I just feel that it's all a bit wishy-washy. Please review your opinion on it.

PLEASE READ THIS BIT!

The first person to guess the movie I nicked this line from:

"Isn't there someone else you can go and annoy? Friends? Family? Poisonous reptiles?"

Gets to choose which story/fairytale I do next (That is if anyone cares), the choices are:

Swan Princess- America/Japan

The Girl Without Hands- Denmark/Norway

The Frog Prince- France/Canada

Please put your answer in a review because 'I'm not sure how to check mail on this site yet.

Those aren't the Fic names. All the stories will have a unique and original twist and I will post up the full descriptions on my page. Also these are only three of the ten I have planned out.

Thankyou :] Oh and translations at end of chapter etc.

Disclaimer: I disclaim.


"Hmmmm…" Arthur grunted, letting his consciousness slowly return to him albeit reluctantly, stretching up in an attempt to rid himself of the stiffness in his muscles, or at least he tried too, however he found his movement thwarted by a large unidentifiable mass pressing down on his left side. Sharply he turned his head only to find his vision invaded with a messy mop of bright white hair and the peacefully calm face of his albino charge. Wait, what?

Arthur shrieked loudly as he all but flew off of the small cot, his back landing painfully on the hard cabin floor as his legs stayed elevated, tangled in the blankets and furs. An annoyed grunt was made by the previously sleeping man on the bed, as his crimson eyes peeked over the side of the bed.

"Wha-…What do you think you're doing?" Arthur venomously spat out his face red and set in an angry scowl whist flailing around, trying desperately to untangle his legs and regain some semblance of dignity, not that he had much left at this point.

He saw the corner of the man's mouth twitch as he tried to keep a straight face, "Well I was sleeping."

"That isn't what I meant you bloody pillock. What are you doing in my bed?"

"Calm down, I had to lug you into the bed after you managed to knock yourself out, alright Scales?"

Arthur's amber eyes widened with realisation and he flinched, his body unconsciously curling in on itself and slowly inching further away from where the stranger sat. He had forgotten about this man's violent reaction to his appearance before, how would he react now?

He felt himself tense and screw his eyes shut, waiting for whatever this stranger would deal out to him.


Gilbert continued to stare down at the cowering man; he looked even less threatening in the light of the day, opposed to the somewhat dim candle light they had met in the night before. He was slightly surprised by the violent change in his disposition, one moment he was furiously and confidently, screeching at Gilbert then the next he was a withdrawn and timid shaking ball on the floor. After a few moments he decided finally too speak, not wanting the man to tremble before him any longer, it was bringing back the uncomfortable feeling in his chest again and Gilbert wasn't particularly fond of the sensation.

"Hey kid, relax I'm not gunna harm you," he saw the man's shoulders tense at his voice, "you just gave me a shock last night is all."

The other man cautiously looked up, expression guarded and amber eyes still swimming with fear and apprehension. Gilbert huffed, reaching a hand behind him a rubbing the back of his neck, trying to think of something that would get the other to relax, after a good deal of time Gilbert gave up, he had been desperately trying, and failing, to think of something calming and subtle he could say or do, but 'subtle' wasn't really his forte, so he decided to wing it.

Energetically bounding off the bed to stand directly in front of the cringing man he grinned, sticking out his hand.

"You, meiner schuppigen kleiner Freund, are in the irresistible presence of Gilbert Weillschmidt the Awesome, bow before me and speak your name!" He bellowed happily. Yep, Gilbert was the epitome of calming and subtle.


Arthur flinched at the loud introduction, was this man dozy? Why wasn't he retreating in disgust, he had expected the man to attack him or at least run, maybe to the nearest village where they would all gather and come after him with fire and pitchforks and all that, you know, the works. But no this man, now known as 'Gilbert the Awesome', had introduced himself and had, dare he think it, expressed the desire to know about Arthur, scales and all.

Slowly and warily he reached out to take Gilberts offered hand, surprised by how much larger his were, they engulfed Arthurs completely.

"Arthur Kirkland." he whispered, a small shaky smile tickling his lips.

Gilbert smirked widely "Well Art it's your lucky day! The Awesome me needs' a place to live, and right here seems like the perfect place! So I'll be staying."

"W-what?" The man just continued to grin.

"NO!Just no." Arthur felt himself scowl, nervousness being rapidly replaced by irritation, "My name is Arthur and just who the hell said that you could stay here?!" he hollered, standing and glaring up (to his chagrin) at him, who the hell did this berk think he was?

The man opposite him cocked a thin white brow, "I did, Arthur, and what I say goes."

"NO, you bloody git! Get out. NOW!"

A frown swept across Gilberts face for a moment, and then it was gone, replaced by a childish pout. He staggered slightly sweeping his hand over his forehead, "You wouldn't kick me out Arthur, I'm injured! What would I do out in the wilderness, all alone at mercy of the big bad beasties?" One ruby eye peeked at him from under scrunched up eyebrows.

Arthur levelled a bored stare at the man, "I'm sure you'll survive. Now out! Away with you. Shoo." He waved his scaled hands at the man then turned around making his way over to his table

He heard an indignant squawk from behind his back, "I don't have anywhere else to go!" all playfulness had left the mas voice. He turned to see a stubborn look etched onto the young man's features, yet his eyes were pleading. Arthur felt guilt rise in his stomach, like vomit just with longer and more annoying consequences. He steeled his resolved and turned back again, he would not let this man take advantage of him or his loneliness.

He huffed, "Isn't there someone else you can go and annoy? Friends? Family? Poisonous reptiles?"

"No, there isn't …tch, I don't need family, I'm Gilbert the Awesome! I don't need anyone!"

Through his bravado Arthur sensed hurt and coldness, turning once more he saw a childlike stubbornness shine through Gilberts eyes. Arthur's heart missed a beat, and then softened unwillingly. How could he even think of sending this determined and desperate young man away?

'I'm sure he's just misunderstood, just needs a friend. Underneath all that is a scared and hurt yet good, kind, sweet-'

"And you're pretty similar to a poisonous reptile as far as I can see."

'-vile, rude, obnoxious, evil white-haired bastard!'

Arthur turned, yet again; to voice his rather colourful opinion to the man who had so tactfully brought up his "condition". However the dead serious look on the others face stopped him, how long had it been since he had seen such a resolute and passionate gaze? 'Too Long.'

With a roll of his eyes and a resigned grumble Arthur backed down and gave in, damn him and his bleeding heart!

"Fine-"

Gilbert's eyes widened and an enormous grin broke onto his face, his mouth opened, but Arthur cut him to the chase.

"-BUT! But you pull your own weight; I'm not going to wait on you hand and foot!"

Gilbert chuckled, throwing an arm around Arthur's shoulders causing the shorter to stumble and sag slightly under the weight.

"This is gunna' be great Art!"

A sudden sinking feeling of dread hit Arthur as the realisation of just what he had agreed to sunk in, his eyes widened in horror as he stared up at the other.

'Oh Lord, what have I done?'


Translations and Guides:

Meiner schuppigen kleiner Freund: My scaly little friend

Marigolds helpful and handy guide to English slang:

Dozy: A way to describe some who isn't the brightest crayon in the box if you catch my drift.

Berk: Another way to say idiot, because we Brits need more colorful vocabulary to basically say "This mans a moron." every five seconds, otherwise we'ed start to sound like broken records.

Git: Originally used as an insult if one had a touch of 'The-green-eyed-monster', however it is presently also known as what is quite possibly the alarm call of the 'Wild East-England Old-Aged Pensioner', this call is frequently heard around Norfolk and Suffolk.

I hoped that helped :]

BTW I know Gilbert's personality isn't exactly showing a black heart or whatever but I never intended him to be cruel outright, its going to go deeper than that and show through in little ways, it will be more emotional that physical.

I think I'm done, notes wont all ways be this long. I'l shut up now.

Anyway please review. Thankyou. :]