Before I post anything else I have something to say:
I decided that this won't be a USUK romance, it was never intended to be that in the first place.
And before you Yaoi fan girls come after me I'll give you my reasons:
1) I'm not really a fan of Yaoi, never have been, and recently I've been a little disgusted with myself for ever writing it, even if it was just innocent fluff (for various reasons. I accept homosexuals so don't take that the wrong way. It's a personal reason)... so it won't be showing up in any of my stories. My Taming of the Shrew parody (Taming of Romano) is going to have a different ending when I'm done so it's not Yaoi.
2)I just think that this story would work better as a friendship story/ brotherly love story (in the case of Al and Matt). With the end I have planned out it'll just work out well in the end XD
I could go on... but I'm pretty sure that I've lost some of you and that some of you are mad at me... That's okay though I kind of expected it...
So I hope you can respect my decision and keep enjoying my (cruddy, at least in my opinion) writing skills/stories
On a lighter note...
This chapter is in Alfred's POV. Enjoy!
Once Alfred had changed his clothes and attempted to tame his wet hair he left the bathroom, clutching Matthew's notebook in one hand. After Arthur had run out another one of his brothers, Bryn, had come and taken his wet clothes, saying that he was going to run them through the dryer. His jacket, which should avoid a dryer at all costs, was hanging up in the shower to dry. He felt naked without it.
Now that he was standing in the hallway he realized that he had absolutely no idea where he was. The stairs that he remembered coming up were no where in sight and because Arthur had been pulling him along so fast he had not had a chance to take in his surroundings and get his bearings.
Glancing down the right hallway he saw doors, the end turning and becoming what appeared to be another hallway.
Confident in his choice Alfred walked down the hallway, his feet sinking into the plush carpet. He passed by a door covered in DO NOT ENTER signs and a flag that he didn't recognize. As he passed he heard a loud bang and being a creator of many pranks himself, jumped back as a a very skillfully done net trap fell right where he had been standing.
He heard the loud shout of a child's laughter coming from the bedroom and the door opened, nearly hitting Alfred square in the face.
"Haha Arthur I can't believe you fell for that!" the boy started before turning and seeing Alfred's bewildered expression.
"Why hello there! Who are you?" asked the boy asked. Alfred noticed that he looked a lot like Arthur, eyebrows and all.
Alfred grinned, "Alfred F. Jones! And you little dude?"
The kid grinned, "I'm Peter Kirkland!" Peter began to clean up his trap, apologize for almost getting Alfred, who laughed it off and helped him clean up. One all of the elaborately set up trap was put back into place Alfred took the opportunity to praise the kid for his work.
"This is a pretty good trap you set up here!"
Peter grinned, "You think so?"
"Hell ya little man! I used to be the master of pranks in middle school. So you intended this for Arthur?"
Peter nodded, "Yeah that British jerk of jerks is the only who comes by here! His room is right over there," he said pointing down the hallway.
"Aren't you British too?"
"Pfft No I'm from Sealand!"
"Sealand? Where's that?"
Before Peter could answer the door to Arthur's room flew open as if propelled by a tornado.
"You were born in London you little brat! Sealand is NOT a real country!"
"Yes it is!" Peter defended.
"Oh, shut up Peter. Go do your homework or something."
"It's Sunday!"
"And it'll be due tomorrow. Stop pestering Alfred."
Peter stuck his tongue out at his brother but did as he was told. As he walked by Alfred, Alfred fist bumped him, earning a grin from the boy as he shut the door behind him.
"Please, don't encourage him. He's already obnoxious enough."
"He reminds me of me when I was his age," laughed Alfred.
"Oh goodness that's a scary thought," Arthur gestured to him. "Come on, lets just stay in my room until dinner."
"You worried your brothers are going to kill me or something?"
"Yes, now get it," Arthur pushed Alfred forward.
Arthur's room was about average sized, a bed with a Union Jack comforter. It had a desk covered with papers and textbooks. Obviously a studious man. The two remaining walls were taken up by a dresser, a bookshelf and a closet.
Alfred wandered over to the desk first, "I didn't know we went to school together."
"We have classes together and I'm head of student council..." Arthur sighed.
"Really? How come I never noticed you?"
"I mostly keep to myself, most people don't notice me. Except for the frog..."
"You mean Francis?"
Arthur scowled, "That's him. He was a childhood friend of mine."
"Do you not have any friends?"
"The only friends I need live in books," Arthur said. He wandered over to his bookshelf before picking up a copy of Midsummer Night's Dream.
"That sounds really lonely..."
"It suits me. I am perfectly happy without friends!"
"Are you sure you mean that?"
Arthur blinked and started at Alfred as if shocked.
"Of course I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"My brother was like you. He didn't have any friends and I was a terrible brother to him... Now he's gone..."
Alfred trailed off and Arthur, unsure of what to say, closed his book and put it back on the shelf.
"I'm sorry Alfred. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you."
Alfred decided to say nothing to prevent the tears from spilling over again. He was a man dammit! He wasn't going to cry.
Arthur looked as if he was about to say something when the door opened and a drunk (?) Scotsman was standing in the doorway.
"Dinner is ready," he said.
Alfred's being sensitive! *round of applause* This chapters was more of an explanation of Arthur and his lack of friends... DON'T WORRY FLYING MINT BUNNY STILL LOVES YOU!
Anyhow I wrote some fan lyrics to some HetaOni music that I will be posting soon. I personally think they suck, because they follow no poetic standards at all but I hope SOMEONE will read them and tell me their opinion. I wanna make a cover and post it online (Choir Chick in the HOUSE) I always wanted to say that...
Also does anyone know where i can download the original HetaOni Soundtrack? Mega upload... was shut down... and that is the only link I can find
Anyways I hope I didn't disappoint. Read and Review? Please? Anyone who does gets free metaphorical internet ice cream~
Alfred: Ice cream?
Me: Not for you, Al~
Alfred: Awwww