"Hey…Hey!! I think he's waking up!!" a familiar obnoxious voice boomed. "Arthur! You okay?!"
My head was throbbing, but I smiled, knowing who the voice belonged to.
"Gilbert, if you have enough time to ask questions, help me up, you git!"
A firm hand cupped the back of my head and raised me up from the lumpy sofa. I groaned a bit at seeing the bright lights of the morning sun and wished I hadn't had that much to drink last night.
"So, why're you here, fucker?" I joked. Immediately, the mood soured, replacing Gilbert's pleasant smirk with a scowl.
"Where were you yesterday?! I was counting on you to finish my paper for me!" I cringed at the volume, rubbing my temples.
"You went drinking again didn't you? Seriously, my awesome self can't allow this!"
Despite the pain in my head, I had to laugh.
"Like you're any better, jackass! The only reason you go to school is because Ludwig makes you!"
We laughed a bit until I had a coughing fit, where Gilbert gave me a couple of pills and a glass of water.
Something was different about him today…He seemed…Well, almost nicer, for some reason. He usually would have socked me in the arm, hangover or not. Ah, well, we were friends after all, so I let it pass.
As I swallowed the pills, he mussed up my hair, laughing.
"If my awesome self hadn't found you, you would have died! Be grateful!"
I blinked and smiled again, gentler this time. Was that a blush on his face? Eh, must be the lighting.
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Then, realization struck me hard.
"Hey…Where's the kid?! Alfred! Where are you?"
"I'm right here, Arthur. Did you miss me?" the familiar voice purred. A blond head poked out of the kitchen, a sly smirk plastered onto his face that made me regret my concern.
"Hey, who is this kid? He was already here when you checked out," Gilbert asked.
"What's your relationship with Arthur?" He questioned.
Alfred hobbled out slowly, supporting his injured leg while savoring a morsel of toast. He plopped onto the seat next to mine.
"And what's your relationship, huh?" he scowled, directing it towards Gilbert.
I had no idea what was going on, but it obviously had something to do with me. And by no circumstances was I hoping to stay a part of it.
"I've known him since first grade, when my family took him in. Mine!" Gilbert snarled nastily.
What was all this about?
I tugged Gilbert's sleeve, hoping to distract him from the growing tension in the room. That seemed impossible, for the atmosphere was practically choking me. He needed a good yank to finally draw him away.
"Speaking of first grade, something similar to that happened again… I think… that's how I fainted."
His face contorted into a face of pure rage after he heard me.
"You BASTARD! You tried to make him remember, didn't you?!" Gilbert lunged forward to punch Alfred, but I held back his arms just in time, just before impact.
"Nice reaction time as usual, Arthur," a new voice called. "Gilbert, time to go home."
I glanced behind me, towards the hallway, where Ludwig was standing, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed, and obviously not impressed with his older brother's attitude and behavior. He raised his eyes to look at Alfred's, as if finally noticing him within the entire ruckus.
"I don't think it's your fault, but you take care of Arthur," he paused to glance at Alfred's ankle. "And yourself for that matter." He advised to him as he dragged Gilbert back.
"I'm the one taking care of him!!" I corrected, but he was already out the door, yanking Gilbert out by his ear.
Another short chappie~ again... hopefully this will satisfy you... Nyo~ho~ho...
Viet mafioso: OUT