Alfred was awake, he could hear everything around him and feel the warmth of something touching his hand. His body, however,seemed content to stay asleep. His limbs felt heavy and, even when he tried, his eyes refused to open.
The American could hear hushed voices speaking, although he couldn't quite make out the words. It felt... unreal, like he was resting in some useless, unmoving shell.
It was then that he heard Arthur's voice again, as well as several others. " How is he?" It isn't too late, is it?" Arthur immediatly questioned, his being the first words Alfred could actually understand. Another voice, Feliciano's, answered the question. " He's fine Arthur. Just tired, I think. It has been a pretty long day for him," The Italian spoke in the same overly happy sounding tone.
" Don't worry, Arthur. It's not his time yet," another voice whispered, and Alfred felt a hand lightly touch his chest, where his heart was. " There's something stronger tying him here."
Alfred, if he could have, would have then looked at whoever was talking and ask what the heck the dude was smoking. Then again, he could ask himself that same exact question.
The hand left his chest, and the American felt a blazing white hot heat shoot through his body, making Alfred feel as if he was on fire. The pain left then, just as suddenly as it had come, and the heaviness seemed to fade from Alfred's body, allowing him movement again.
The blonde slowly opened his eyes, needing to blink a few times for them to adjust to the flood of light. He looked over, spotting Arthur's slightly blurry form. " Hey... Did ya get him?" Alfred asked the Brit, raising an eyebrow curiously.
Arthur hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. " He ran, the bastard... Though he did promise to come for you..." It was then Alfred noticed Francis, Kiku, and the albino were also in the room, all watching him carefully like he would break at any moment. Francis spoke up then.
"But don't worry, mon cher," Francis said with a slight smile, ignoring the minor glare from Arthur, " We will not let that happen. You are too valuable." The albino grinned, moving his gaze to an empty spot in the corner. " That's right! We always protect the thing's closest to us!" He cheered, grinning sheepishly when Arthur turned to glare at him.
Alfred sat up, with some difficulty. " Well... do I have to stay here?" The American questioned, frowning slightly. Arthur nodded. " Yes. We need to be able to keep an eye on you," He brought his glare away from the albino, his gaze softening when he looked at Alfred, " to make sure you stay safe."
Alfred sighed, pouting and looking down at the sheets of the bed he was laying in. "... Can I at least have some clean clothes? These ones are all... bloody and dirty..." He mumbled, having effectively regressed into an almost child-like pouting mood.
Arthur chuckled and nodded, turning away to wave Kiku over. They spoke for a moment in hushed whispers, then Kiku left, going out a window out into the main area of the underground city.
He returned a little while later, carrying a small stack of neatly folded clothes. He handed them to Arthur, and everyone else left the room, leaving the two alone. Arthur fidgeted awkwardly, holding the clothes out to Alfred.
" Look... I would love to let you go out... but Oliver won't give up easily... please... just endure this for a while," Arthur practically begged, a pure concern shining in his green eyes. Alfred looked up at him, smiling softly and taking the fresh clothes for him. " Alright," he grinned mischeviously, getting up and starting to unzip his hoodie, " I'll try to stay out of trouble."
Alfred sat on the edge of the platform outside of the room he had been giving, swinging his feet. He sighed, laying back, but leaving his lower legs hanging over the edge.
Arthur landed lightly a few feet away from him, quickly tucking his wings in and settling next to Alfred. "Hey..." He mumbled, looking down at Alfred. " How have you been?"
Alfred glared back up at Arthur, flailing his arms slightly. " I'm so bored!" He complained, resting his hands back on his stomach. " There is absolutely nothing to do here!" He pouted, giving Arthur a pointed glare.
The angel sighed, getting to his feet and holding out a hand for Alfred. " Come on then," He urged, " I'll show you something much... funner."
Alfred raised an eyebrow, sitting up and taking the hand. " You aren't going to drop me off the edge, are you?" Arthur chuckled. "Don't give me any ideas now."
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