Hamburgers With Rockin' Tea!
Chapter 4
By HamburgerWithTea
The more time passed, the more nervous Arthur got. What would his friends think about Alfred? Would they mind it if he tagged along? And also, won't Alfred be bored? Since, practise wasn't the most interesting thing to watch at, since the songs always had to be played over and over again. He was sure Alfred would enjoy it much more if he'd go see him when he and the band gave a little concert…
The guy, who he assumed to be American, because of his accent, was still walking around and looked at some CDs. Sometimes he got one out of the shelves to take a look at it, and then put it back again…
"He must be very bored…" was what Arthur thought, by watching him from the corner of his eye, since, of course he didn't watch the guy all the time, and watched all his movements, and such… of course not…
Arthur looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall behind him. 4:30pm… he'd be finished in 15 minutes, and then he'd have to grab his guitar from the back of the store and run to the garage where the band always practised.
In normal walking speed it'd take about 30 minutes to get there, but he made the promise to be there at 5, so he had to run. Just like he'd run to catch a meal in the McDonalds that night, a few days ago, where he met Alfred…
"It's almost time now," Saw Arthur as he looked at the clock again, "I'd better start grabbing my stuff together."
But right as he was planning to go to the back of the store to grab his coat and his guitar, the door of the shop opened. There, in the doorway, stood a Japanese guy.
Arthur recognized the guy, he was a usual customer. Arthur never really caught his name, but he was sure it was a Japanese name (obviously).
As the guy walked further into the store, he said a quick 'hi' and went on with searching through the shelves, as usual.
Alfred looked up from what he was doing and also murmured some small greeting.
"Bollocks! This might take forever, and that right when I'm about to finish my shift! Also, the one who should start his shift isn't here yet…"
He waited for a little and then looked at the clock again. Just 10 minutes left! He sure was going to get there late, and he was sure the other guys wouldn't like it if he was late. Also, real gentlemen were never late.
A gentleman he was, yes. He might looked all punk, and he loved to rock out on music whenever he could, but he still had his manners.
Alfred started to act a bit impatient. Very impatient.
He started to walk around more and started to annoy Arthur by poking him at his sides whenever he passed the counter.
"I'm so going to bloody kill this git!" Arthur thought while glaring at Alfred whenever he got too close in Arthurs opinion. Of course Alfred ignored, or maybe didn't even notice, "Why did I even ever say ' yes' to him tagging along with me to the practice!"
As Arthur started to get really pissed off, the door swung open and his co-worker stepped inside, with a very happy smile on his face and a tomato in his right hand.
"Ah, so sorry I'm late, you can go now, I'll start my shift now!" the guy said, "I'll make sure to be on time tomorrow!"
He always said that, but never he could keep his promise. This cheerful guy, knew Arthur, was called Antonio and was always late. Also Arthur assumed he liked tomatoes a lot, since he often saw the guy eat some very secretly while he thought no one was looking.
But Arthur couldn't care less now, he had to hurry, he had just 5 minutes left, he was sure he would get there way too late! The guys really won't like it…
"I'm going to grab my guitar from the back of the shop! You wait here and prepare to take off immediately after I get back here!" Arthur demanded to Alfred.
Alfred just nodded and walked to the doors of the store, as Arthur quickly put his jacket on and grabbed his guitar-bag.
As he got back in the store he said Antonio and the Japanese guy his greetings and hurried towards Alfred.
"Ah! I'm going to be so late! I'm sure the guys will be bothered!" Arthur said as they ran towards the garage.
"Where do we have to go to? What's the place called?" Alfred asked.
"It's at the Europe lane, it'll take about 30 minutes to walk, so we really need to hurry!" Arthur answered.
"Hey," Alfred said, "I live nearby, and I've got a motorcycle, so if you don't mind, we might be able to get there by bike?"
Arthur stopped running, and looked at Alfred. If that guy was okay with giving him a ride to his destination, he'd really appreciate it, since running with a guitar-bag on your back isn't the easiest way to get there.
"Really?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah of course, why should I lie? We should be able to get to my house in about 2 minutes."
Without hesitation Arthur agreed on going to Alfred's home. They quickly walked toward the apartment where Alfred apparently lived.
"You live here on you own?" Arthur asked.
"No I live here together with my brother. The guy from the McDonalds, remember?"
"Ah yes I remember, the guy who looked a lot like you, but was really different from personality!"
"Hahaha, we get to hear so often!"
Their conversation ended as they got to the place where the motorcycle was stored. Alfred took the piece of cloth that lays on top of it, away, and revealed a really expensive and big motorcycle.
"Really something Alfred would do, to buy the biggest and most expansive one there is." Arthur thought as a small grin started to show on his face.
"You like it?" Alfred asked, while watching Arthur grinning.
"Yeah, it's really… you." Arthur replayed, "Bu that doesn't matter, now we first have to hurry and get to the practice! I'm sure we're already late!"
"Well then, put this on," Said Alfred while tossing Arthur a helmet.
"Glad it's not a weird and show-off helmet!" he thought while putting it on his head.
"That's my brother's helmet, I'm glad it fits you. This is mine," Alfred told him as he showed his own helmet.
"Bloody hell! Well it was to be expected…" Arthur thought while looking at the guy who was holding a helmet with the American flag printed all-over. Now Arthur was sure about Alfred being an American.
Alfred already started the engine of the motorcycle, and Arthur quickly jumped onto the back of the motorcycle.
Only after he did so he though of how close they were sitting, and that he had to held onto the waist of the American to make sure he wouldn't fall off.
He was glad he wore a helmet and Alfred's back faced him, since he'd be embarrassed for the rest of his life if he'd seen him blushing.
"What a weird day this is," thought Arthur while putting his arm around Alfred's waist. He felt the motorcycle going faster and faster and completely forgot about the practice as soon as he felt the wind pass him.
He felt really happy today, even tough he didn't know the reason for his sudden happiness.
/Author's note/
Well small chapter, but I'll probably upload more soon, since I thought this felt like a good ending of a chapter, and lucky four you guys, I don't have as much school as usual the next 5 days or so. So I planned to enjoy my spare time, and also please you guys by writing.
I'm not sure when the next chapter will get uploaded tough ;D
I hope you liked this chapter, even when it's short.
I keep telling myself I have to write longer chapters, but it seems I can't? well whatever, I juts write what I feel like, I write on impulse, not much has been planned befor I start to write this stuff XD
Plz fav and commant if you like, and also if ther's any probs with grammar or spelling, just tell me, then I can fix it.
Also im looking forward to some fanarts, since some guys said thei'd like to make some for me… ^^awesome
Yeah I hope you guys also had a nice day?
Oh and yeah, there were some sentences I wasn't sure about, but whatever, sorry if I failed (once again)
And I hope you also like Alfred's helmet? :D I'd love to make some art of it, but…. I fail at drawing guys? T.T
Byeee!
I do not own Hetalia or the characters, those belong to their rightful (awesome) creator, Hidekaz Himaruya!
(04/07/11)