Oh god I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything I've been busy out of my mind with school work and I slowly forgot. OTL (- I learnt that from another fan fiction :3)
Alfred and I were finally reunited with a sweet embrace. The bliss of togetherness suddenly turned sour when an annoying french accent cut through the atmosphere.
"Ahlfreed, I 'ope yoou ahnd your boiyfrheend arhent dohing ahnything that'll scar Peetair~!"
Another, younger, energetic voice came after. "PetER! Stupid beard!" ...I like this voice. Starting to chuckle I suddenly want to meet the kid.
I look up to Alfred. His face has changed so much over the years, it has slimmed but it still holds a childish roundness to it. His eyes are still a bright blue, full of light and hope...familiar, even... He's looking at me, almost as surprised as I am to hearing the two voices. I then, look behind Alfred, past the gate and at a tall silhouette standing next to a shorter one.
Alfred moaned and his head flopped onto my shoulder. "Damn, not no~w!" His voice was whiny and impatient. Like a small child that didn't want to leave the park just yet but it's getting late. Suddenly, he became extremely heavy.
The taller silhouette has one of their hands in their pockets and some smoke drifting out of the left side of their head, they are stepping away from the shorter body, and with the free hand, is holding back the shorter silhouette. The shorter one, had both arms reaching towards the taller. "Don't you think you're better than me!" Then suddenly the shorter relieves itself from the taller's defense and goes and kicks the taller where no man should ever be kicked. The taller silhouette can no longer be seen and there is a triumphant pose from the shorter. "Ha! Ha!" Both of the shorter's hand's are placed on their hips and their legs are stood far apart.
...Well that certainly was an interesting show. Apparently Alfred knew the two. They seem like complete idiots. I turn back to look at Al who was burrowing his face into my shoulder murmuring: Holy shit, I finally see him and you guys show up. Brilliant, fucking brilliant. The 'Brilliant' continued on. I guess he isn't as innocent as I remember him. But that's ok, I've changed as much as he has.
Then another silhouette appears. "Peeteeer! You know Francis is weaak!" It had less of an accent, but I could tell it was Spanish. The silhouette walked incredibly slowly but had an energetic voice. The new silhouette hunched over the area where the taller silhouette one stood and nudged it. "You know we're meant to be looking for Alfr-" The warm voice pauses as the shorter silhouette hits their arm and points this way.
Me and Al are now sat on the floor next to each other facing the comical display. Alfred is sat cross-legged with his hands behind him supporting his weight. I'm sat on his right, my left arm rested on my arched left leg. In the sunlight, I noticed the clothes Al was wearing. Alfred's black t-shirt had a small, white superman logo on it in the bottom right corner. On his wrist was a sweatband that had the american flag printed on it. His dark blue jeans had holes in the knees and he was wearing canvas shoes with white and red stripes on it and three star studs near the heels. Patriotic much? I smirk and Alfred notices my gaze and smiles. I swiftly turn away to look at the nearing trio. Why is it suddenly hotter?
They're standing by the rusted fence now. The shortest is in the middle. He is wearing blue, knee length shorts, a white, short sleeved shirt and some white Velcro trainers. He has bright blue eyes, similar to Al's. And he had messy, ash-blonde hair. He has a wide, expecting grin on his face. Ah yes, the kid who kicked the french man in the bollocks. "...you remind me of someone in a picture at home..." His grin soon turns into deep thought...I resemble someone that he knows? At home? Surely he isn't with these two.
"Oui! Whell notissed Pet-ERRR!" The man to the left of Peter still had a look of anguish upon his face. He had tied up, shoulder-length, blonde hair. A cigarette hung loosely between his lips and stubble covered his chin. Not short stubble, it was almost long enough to be a pitiful fuzz on his face. He stood awkwardly, he wore a dark purple shirt, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He wore straight black trousers and pointed black shoes. "Ah~ merde! My shoees!" The Frenchman known to be called Francis. Easy name to remember regarding the country he's from. Started to look anxiously at his feet...What a poof.
Then looking over to the final man. He looked totally out of it. His dark brown hair was rugged, he wore a loose, pale yellow shirt and again straight black trousers. But this time he had a green and white striped apron around his waist and wore deep blue trainers. "I think Alice said the chico in the picture was called Arthur." His green eyes glanced down to meet mine. ALICE! ...No, I can't get too ahead of myself. But...
Alfred knows them, they say they have seen a picture of a child similar to me now, then a woman called Alice. My sister Alice, Alfred knows Alice because of obvious reasons...My sister is near here?...That fucking Prussian bast-
My thoughts were suddenly cut off from a loud screeching sound. That gate really needs to be replaced...
"Hey, Arthur." Al stood before me with his hand outstretched. He had a loving smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. Damn, he could do evil with that face. "Welcome back!"
"...Yeah..." That is all I could reply with. I fear if I talk too much I'll start crying again. I reach up to his hand and grab it as tight as I could. And this time, I'm not letting go.