Admin: So here is the new chapter and Merry Christmas to everyone!I know it's too soon to say, but I juat wanted to say it.I hope you enjoy this the next two chapters, it will be more on one pairing than both so feelings can then we can get into the real drama of it all.I really hope you all are enjoying this so far.
POV: Alfred
I tried to ignore the chill I received from the suddenly cold atmosphere. I stared at my best friend, amazed. What did he just say? W-why was he saying this? W…Was he telling the truth? Had he really never moved on?
"M-Mattie, I..I..."
-Clonk! -
I was out like a light. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Matthew running towards me as my head hit the cold ice. I woke up, eventually, but not where I would have expected. I was in a hospital, an IV stuck in my arm. Matthew was sitting to my right, staring at me with a worried expression.
Sitting up, I brought my hand to my temple, beginning to rub my throbbing head. For some strange reason, I couldn't remember what had happened in the past hour, but that didn't concern me that much. What I really wanted to know was why I was in a hospital.
"W-what happened?" I asked, still rubbing my poor head.
"You were hit by a flying hockey puck while we were skating," Matthew replied, sighing in relief when he realized I wasn't mentally damaged.
"O-Oh…Well, that explains my headache…But why am I in the hospital? Couldn't you have just taken me home?" I asked, scanning the room to find the exit like I usually did.
"I-I was worried. I wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Aww, thanks, Mattie. But I'm the hero! I don't need hospitals," I said, ruffling my friend's soft hair.
"Y-you're welcome, eh. H-hey, Al? D-do you remember what happened before you were knocked out? I-I was just wondering, since you don't remember why you ended up here..."
"Actually, I have no clue. Why, did something important happen? That Kirkland jerk didn't show up, did he?"
"N-No…I-it's nothing. Don't worry about it," Matthew said. He seemed a little disappointed.
"Okay. Hey, when did they say I could go home? I have work tomorrow, and so do you."
T-they said you could leave in the morning. T-they just want to make sure that you really are alright."
"Well, that's fine. I think I'll just rest for now. See you tomorrow, I guess," I said, placing my head back down on my pillow and almost instantly drifting off to sleep.
"Goodnight, Al." Matthew lightly kissed my forehead before leaving. It was a little odd, my friend kissing me like that…But we've known each other for years, so it should be fine, right?
POV: Matthew
Making my way home, my thoughts consisted only of Alfred. Oh, pancakes! I finally had the courage to confess to him, but then he forgot all about it.
Today had not ended up as I would have expected. It was much, much worse. H-he was kissed by someone else! By Mr Kirkland, of all people! W-why did he love him? He had told me so many times that he hated him, but then, out of nowhere, he says that they're in love. Mon dieu, t-this can't be…
N-No, Matthew, you're a Bonnefoy! Romance is in your blood! You can win Alfred back, and you can make him remember how he felt back then!
That's it! That's exactly what I'll do! I'll get him back, one way or another! I-I mean, how long can it take?
Parking my car in my garage, I marched out; feeling prepared and possessed with what I figured had to be the love warrior's spirit. It was so over powering that I was actually almost excited for the next day.
*~He sleeps~*
The following morning, I woke up with bright eyes and feeling eager for the day. I wasn't looking forward to waking up the man who had stolen Alfred from me, however, especially when I was so close. Sucking up my pride, I dressed myself, ate breakfast, and went on my way to my boss's house.
Surprisingly, today had started off great. For once, there was no traffic, and my pancakes had turned out good, even if I had spaced out at times while making them.
Pulling up at the house, or, should I say, mansion, I stared at it, feeling unimpressed. I never liked how people would buy flashy things just to show off their wealth. But now wasn't a good time to lose myself in my own thoughts. I moved through the house, towards Arthur's room, finding that, as usual, the Brit wasn't awake.
Knocking on the door, I waited for the sound of shuffling, or any sign of life on the other side. After what felt like five minutes, I was able to hear something falling and heard someone groaning irritably. I knew it was Arthur. I entered the room, just in time to see him disappear inside the bathroom.
Lingering near the door, I thought of how I could ask what I wanted to know. There was so many different ways I could ask him, but choosing the right one would be difficult.
I heard Arthur undo the lock and my heart began racing. I stared straight ahead with an intent expression on my face. My boss came through the door, fully dressed and ready for the day. For a moment, he looked at me oddly.
"Is there something wrong, Milo?" Arthur questioned, crossing his arms.
"I-It's Matthew, Mr Kirkland. I-I was just trying to get myself into the right m-mind set to talk to you…No harm in that, eh?"
"I suppose not. What do you want to talk about?"
"U-Um, w-we, you see…D-do you really love Alfred? I-I mean, from what I've heard, you two wouldn't be caught dead w-with each other," I mumbled nervously, looking at Arthur directly. For a short while, he tried to understand what I had just said. He figured it out eventually and smiled.
"Of course I do. Why would you ask such an idiotic question? After all, if I didn't love him, I wouldn't have kissed him during the conference."
"W-well, I guess you're right…But still it seems a little fake."
I wanted to ring his neck. Especially since he had just reminded me about that kiss he stole…Even though I took his first one, even if Alfred doesn't know that...
Realization suddenly dawn on me. W-wait…OH GOD, ALFRED DOESN'T KNOW THAT?! SO THAT MEANS HE MUST THINK ARTHUR WAS HIS FIRST KISS!
"Quiet! Don't make up false accusations. I believe you have a job to do. Now, let's go, before the paparazzi arrive," Arthur said, leaving the room before me.
Rooted to the floor, I tried calming myself down by counting to three. No matter how much I hated the other man; there was no excuse to mix my work with my personal life. Finishing my last few moments of peace, I followed closely behind Arthur, and was suddenly blinded by a sea of flashing lights. People were hovering around Arthur as we walked ahead. It took about ten butlers to get Arthur and myself safely into our cars.
Getting into the driver's seat again, I turned on the engine. I followed Arthur's limo at a moderate rate. Recapping what had happened seconds ago, I was stunned by how eagerly hungry news networks would invade anyone's personal space just to get the latest scoop.
I felt glad that I wasn't the focus of their attention, but I knew two men who were. Alfred and Arthur. If this was what Arthur had to deal with, I couldn't begin to imagine what would have happened to Alfred when he left the hospital. Reporters must have been badgering him with questions about how he had managed to win Arthur, or asking more about how their relationship had bloomed. The very thought made me shudder, imagining poor Alfred having to yell at them all to shut up.
Finally arriving at the firm, I parked in my usual spot and then had to help security bring Arthur into the building. This time, instead of five or ten reporters, there were about twenty for each news network. All of them were pushing, shoving, and jumping over each other, trying to ask Arthur questions.
How long will this last? I don't know how much longer I can protect this guy…
POV: Alfred
That morning, I woke up with my head feeling a lot better. Grabbing my clothes from the day before, I left the hospital with a big smile on my face.
That smile quickly left my face when I was surrounded by a glaring world of flashing lights. Taking a step back, I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. I could hear the clicks of the camera and people firing questions at random, I knew that they were the paparazzi. Damn! I only just left the hospital, and I'm already being bombarded by this! You've got to be kidding me!
"Mr Jones, is your relationship with Mr Kirkland intimate?" one reporter asked.
"Ew! Isn't that a little personal, dude?!" I yelled back, disgusted. The media these days, always ready for the newest sex scandal.
"Mr Jones, do you think-?" I didn't bother to listen to this question and forced my way through the crowd.
"Mr Jones!"
"Mister Jones?!"
"FRESH FISH!" Wait, what the-? Who the hell sold fish near a hospital?
"Mr Jones?!"
"Señor Jones!"
"SHUT UP, PLEASE! I JUST GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!" I snapped at them before I entered a taxi. Fortunately, everyone backed off, finally letting me have some air. I had started to feel dizzy as I sat down and quickly told the driver to step on it.
Resting my eyes a little, I felt my pocket buzzing. I answered my phone instantly, just before the second ring, and spoke.
"Yes, President Kirkland?" I asked, feeling a little annoyed.
"When you arrive to work today, I want you to report to my office immediately."
"Ugh, fine, Mr. Eyebrow Monster."
"…What did you just call me?"
"President Kirkland, of course."
"That's what I thought. Goodbye." The phone call ended. I decided to try and have a nap in the taxi, attempting to regain the energy I had lost.
"Hey, Mister, we're here," the driver said, shaking my shoulders. I got up quickly, shaking my head and slapping my cheeks in an attempt to wake myself up. I thanked the man and paid him as left the car. The driver had noticed my earlier problem and, being the nice man he was, had parked near the back entrance, where no reporters were lurking.
Relieved, I walked into the building, feeling a little silly in my warm clothes from yesterday. I was supposed to be a lawyer! That meant I had to be professional. President Kirkland would hopefully understand.
Once I had entered the metal death trap, I punched in my floor number and waited for the elevator to take me to the floor I wanted. Once the door had opened, I made my way to President Kirkland's office.
Before entering the room, I gave Matthew a wave and smiled at him brightly.
POV: Third Person
Walking at a normal speed, Alfred entered Arthur's office, a little awkwardly and trying to smile. Arthur didn't look very amused when he saw Alfred's clothes. Getting up, hands behind his back, Arthur moved to the front of his desk.
"Sit. Now," Arthur demanded firmly, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against his desk.
"Yes, sir," Alfred replied, sitting down on the couch behind him.
"First of all, what on Earth are you wearing?" Arthur asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I-I just got out of the hospital this morning and these were the only clothes I had. Cut me some slack."
"Very well. It's not like I care, anyway."
"Um, okay?"
"Anyway, how did you manage getting into the bloody hospital in the first place? And yelling at the paparazzi like that, what were you thinking?"
"I was irritated and I needed space, okay? I don't like it when loads of people get too close."
"That is not a proper excuse to shout at them like that. Before you came here, I was watching the live news, and do you know what I saw? Go on, guess."
"What?" Alfred rolled his eyes. Why did he have to listen to this?
"It showed you screaming at the reporters, along with the heading, 'is Kirkland abusing his lover?' Do you even know how badly you screwed up?! You do realize what this means, right?"
"No, what?"
"It means that I'm adding to your car debt."
"Whoa, whoa, what did you say?"
"You heard me, lad."
"No way! I'm working my butt off here. You can't do this to me! Y-you have to call the debt off! If you don't, I…I'll…I'll tell the reporters that you're beating me! Yeah!"
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
"…Why am I even worrying? You don't have the guts."
"Alright, then," Alfred turned around, poking his eyes in an attempt to create tears. He fell to the floor, beginning to make convincing crying sounds. "P-President Kirkland! P-please don't hit me again! Please! I-I promise, I'll do anything you say! DON'T LOCK ME IN THE ATTIC AGAIN, PLEASE!"
For the first few seconds, Arthur was frozen in shock. He rushed over and clamped his hand over the honey blonde's mouth from behind.
"Be quiet, you git! F-fine…I'll cancel your debt. Now, stop it!" Arthur said, a panicked tone evident in his voice. He moved closer to the door, still covering Alfred's mouth, making sure no one had heard.
Alfred struggled a little, and after a few muffled protests he decided to bite Arthur's hand. Arthur jerked his hand away, clutching it in shock.
"Y-you bloody git! You bit me!"
"I wouldn't have had to if you had let go."
"Ugh, forget it! There are more important things. There is a ball tomorrow night and you, Michael, and I have to attend. Please dress accordingly."
"Um, do you mean Matthew?"
"Ah, yes, that's his name. I completely slips my mind sometimes."
"I can tell."
"That's all for today. You may return to your work."
Alfred nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind him loudly. Arthur smiled, remembering how stupidly cute Alfred had been acting.
He suddenly realized what he had been thinking. Again with these thoughts?! Arthur thought, shaking his head. He didn't want to admit that he was starting to take a liking to Alfred.
*~Lunch time~*
Although Alfred would usually eat with Matthew around this time, Matthew had felt a little uneasy and decided to lie, saying that he had work to do. Believing this, Alfred asked Kiku Honda, another good friend of his, to join him for lunch. The Japanese man was the second best in Alfred's opinion, and he would always agree with Alfred. The way he didn't really talk much made things a little awkward, but this just gave Alfred another reason to bombard the man with questions.
Sitting in the company's cafeteria, Alfred took a big bite out of his hamburger. Kiku, who was sitting next to him, delicately placed his various kinds of raw fish in his mouth, one by one.
"So, Alfred-san, how are things with Arthur-san? You two seem rike quite the item," Kiku said before gently putting another piece inside his mouth.
"Oh, yeah, that guy. He's cool, I guess. I mean, I love him and all…So, yeah, you get the idea," Alfred lied, talking quickly so that he could eat more.
"You don't sound very convincing…"
"Well, you know, I get asked that a lot, so, I guess I'm just tired of answering the same question over and over."
"I understand. I was only curious"
"Yeah, I know. Everything's fine. He's not very romantic though; we just hug or kiss sometimes. He's pretty boring."
"So, you don't have much preasure or happiness?"
"I guess you can say that. Hey, what do you expect? My boyfriend's the president of a lawyer company." Wow, this lying thing's easier than I expected, Alfred thought.
"Werr, that's very unfortunate, Alfred-san. But I have a suggestion. Try wearing this." Kiku suddenly pulled a maid's uniform out of seemingly nowhere. Alfred gaped at it in horror and disgust.
"Ew! Oh, God, no! Dude, what's wrong with you?! Get rid of that thing, man! No one wants to have that mental image while they're eating."
"Hai..." Kiku said, (reluctantly) putting the abomination away.
"Do you always carry stuff like that around?"
"No, no, not arways. Just every now and then."
"W-why?"
"It's a hobby."
"Dressing up like a maid?" Alfred suddenly felt extremely awkward.
"Iie. I just rike rooking at them. No more, no ress." Kiku looked a little flustered.
"Okay, dude, I get it. I think we should just carry on eating, before our food goes to waste."
"I agree."
The rest of their lunch continued quietly, with an occasional question here and there. All in all, it was an uncomfortable lunch. Neither of them knew what to say.
"Arthur, have you told Alfred about the ball?" George Kirkland asked, faced away from his son.
"Yes, father. I have done as you asked. But what does this ball have to do with anything? It's supposed to be an occasion organized for us and our friends."
"We want people to think that you and Alfred are in a relationship. So far, almost everyone has believed this, but there are a few who are still suspicious. That is why I need to talk to you."
"…This can't be good."
"Hush, you ungrateful-! …Listen, at the ball you will be with Alfred. He will be making his debut into high society, and after the dinner and dance I want you to give Alfred a promise ring. Hopefully, this should make the paparazzi believe in your relationship."
"Father, why is it that I feel this whole scheme is only for your own entertainment?"
"That's merely your own crazy assumption," George said, tossing box containing two matching rings to Arthur. Arthur panicked slightly, hurriedly grasping for the box and sighing in when he caught it.
"Make sure you remember what to do. Understand?" Arthur nodded, resenting his father even more.
"You may leave."
"Very well," Arthur said, turning to the door.
"Wait," George said, making Arthur pause. "There's something you forgot to say."
"And would that be?"
"…I love you."
"I'm sorry, but that is something I cannot say to you," Arthur said coldly. "If you'll please excuse me, I have work to do." The door slammed shut behind him.
"What happened to you, Arthur? What happened to the Arthur I used to know?" George asked no one, sitting at his desk and gazing at a picture of Arthur's mother.
"Oh, Courtney, what do I do? Your son does not love me. If only you were here, you would know what to do. You always did. I miss you so much. Please, if you can hear me up there, help Arthur. Help him understand that what I am doing is not just for me. He was so lonely before Alfred came to us. Now Alfred is the only thing he ever talks about. Please, my love, help him." George kissed the photo, a single tear running down his cheek.
*~After work hours~*
The day was finally over and done with, but there was still the matter of the upcoming ball. Matthew, Arthur, and Alfred all immediately decided that it wouldn't end very well, so they didn't really do much to prepare.
Alfred went out and bought a new suit, wanting to look somewhat presentable. Matthew figured he would tie his hair back so that it didn't cover his face too much. Arthur was too preoccupied with work, so he told Matthew to get everything ready.
Even though he was irritated, Matthew did what his boss told him too. If he didn't, he'd probably be fired on the spot for disobeying the temperamental Brit.
*~Party time~*
Unlike the previous event Alfred had to attend, Alfred managed to arrive at the ball at the same time as Arthur. This was only because he and Arthur would have to be the ones to start the party with a dance.
In his new suit, Alfred strutted towards the entrance where Matthew and Arthur were waiting. Stopping in front of the two, Alfred gave them a bright smile, lightening both of their moods.
"So, are we gonna go in or not?" Alfred asked, going straight to the point.
"Not yet. First, I need you to wear this. Marcus!" Arthur snapped his fingers and Matthew handed Arthur a plastic box which contained a corsage. He opened it and reached for Alfred's hand. Alfred quickly rejected the flowers, giving Arthur a furious look.
"Um, what's that?" Alfred asked, a little bit baffled.
"It's a corsage, you twit. Now wear it."
"What is this, prom night? Hell no! Ugh! What is wrong with you?"
"Just shut up and do as I say!" Arthur grabbed Alfred's tie and yanked his head down, whispering into Alfred's ear, "are we, or are we not, trying to make people believe we are in a relationship?"
"I guess you're right, but as soon as no one's looking, I'm taking this thing off! It makes me feel girly, and there's no way in hell that I'm going to be the girl in this relationship," Alfred said, fixing tie.
"I'm afraid you already are, Mr Jones."
"Since when?"
"Well, if I recall correctly, you seemed very submissive when I kissed you at the conference," Arthur said, a smirk playing on his lips.
"W-, I-, s-shut up! You're a jerk, you know that?" Alfred blushed, reluctantly taking the corsage and attaching it to his wrist. "There, happy?"
"Very. Now, take my arm."
"You know what? I'm starting to think I'm allergic to you." Alfred faked a sneeze and a cough. "Yep, totally allergic."
"Stop being so melodramatic and do it already. Who knows what people will think if we don't attend holding hands."
"Yeah, yeah, Mr Grumpy Pants."
"If you understand then take my bloody arm!"
"Alright, alright!" Alfred wrapped his arms around the slender blonde's, beginning to walk in sync with him.
Matthew watched the scene, finding it harder and harder to believe the two were actually together. They may have fought like an old married couple, but there was still something odd about them.
They entered the building, walking along the red carpet. Alfred mentally prepared himself for the crushing amount of people. There would probably be double, no, triple the amount of people at the conference. He desperately tried to make himself remember the reason he was there.
Within moments, Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew were surrounded by bright lights, gold, and chandeliers. There were people who had also been invited to the party as far as the eye can see. The paparazzi were there; eagerly ready to catch every single detail of the party and Alfred's debut into society.
Around five people sat at each table, all wearing designer clothes and had expensively styled hair. The tables might as well have been set out by King Midas himself. The plates, forks, knives, spoons, and even the napkins were all a bright golden color. The light from the chandeliers above caused each item to glitter. It truly was a beautiful sight.
In the middle of it all was a giant, smooth wooden floor. It was obviously meant for dancing. All eyes, at that moment, were on Alfred and Arthur. They moved across the carpet, towards the center of the empty dance floor. Alfred and Arthur took their places, ready for their waltz and to start the party.
"P-President Kirkland, I have a confession," Alfred said as they faced each other.
"What is it now?" Arthur asked in a whisper.
"I don't know how to waltz."
"Just follow my lead and you'll do fine."
"O-okay," Alfred said, just as Arthur told the band to start playing the music. Without thinking, Alfred moved closer to Arthur and stepped on his shoes. When Arthur started dancing around in circles, Alfred was on his feet.
"W-what on Earth do you think you're doing?" Arthur asked in an irritated tone, trying to keep the other up.
"Winging it, okay? I used to do this with my mom when I was little and she would dance with me. It's cute, and look, everyone's enjoying it so shut up!"
Why you little-..." Arthur stopped, glancing around. Everyone was admiring the cute scene that Alfred had given them. Especially a certain Japanese man and Hungarian woman. Arthur gave them a fake smile, turning back to Alfred to continue the dance.
Matthew stared as the two waltzed together happily. He could feel himself growing jealous, but tried to look happy.
I'll have my chance to dance with him too, and then I'll be able to sweep Alfred off his feet. Just you wait, Matthew thought, balling his hands into fists.
When the dance was finally over, Alfred and Arthur bowed and took their seats. At their table sat Matthew, George Kirkland, and a few unfamiliar faces. They all smiled and congratulated the two.
Thanking them, Alfred glanced at Matthew for help. Noticing the pleading look, Matthew grabbed Alfred's hand reassuringly under the table.
'Thank you,' Alfred mouthed to Matthew, squeezing his hand.
'You're welcome,' Matthew, said silently, happy to be holding Alfred's hand. It felt so warm and familiar; Matthew and Alfred couldn't help but feel that it was supposed to be this way.
-Clink!-
But the beautiful moment was ruined when the food was placed in front of Alfred. It was spaghetti, one of Alfred's favourite meals. Alfred grabbed a fork and stabbed the pasta, bringing it up to his mouth to taste it.
Alfred sat there, fork in mouth, staring blankly at nothing. George, who was sitting opposite Alfred, waved a concerned hand in front of his eyes. Alfred snapped out of it, smiling sheepishly and putting his fork down.
"Sorry, Mr Kirkland. It's just, this is probably the best food I've ever tasted. The flavor is just so amazing; I couldn't help but savour it."
"Ah, I see," the elder said, laughing slightly as Arthur elbowed Alfred's arm.
"Ow!"
"Sorry, love, my bad," Arthur smiled sweetly, but it contained a purely evil undertone.
The main meal passed, and it was soon time for dessert. This was something Matthew and Alfred were both looking forward to. Watching as they were served with cheesecake, Alfred and Matthew's eyes widened at the sight. It just looked so rich and flavourful.
Hesitantly, they glanced at each other before digging their fork into the cheesecake and tasting it for themselves. Again, everything stopped as they both savoured the flavor. It was official. They loved high society.
On the other side of the table, two well-dressed women giggled. "You two are just so cute. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you two were lovers."
Both Matthew and Alfred blushed at the comment, looking away from each other. Arthur, who was supposed to be Alfred's 'lover', pulled the American closer to him.
"Nonsense. Alfred and I are much better fit for each other," Arthur said, a smile plastered on his face.
I despise you, Arthur thought.
Likewise, Alfred thought, kissing Arthur's cheek.
"I suppose you're right. You two are just as cute!" one of the women squealed before going back to talking to who Alfred assumed was her husband.
Arthur released Alfred, allowing Alfred to scoot closer to Matthew so that they could talk.
"H-hey, A-Al, d-do you, I don't know, want to dance with me?" Matthew asked, blushing slightly.
"Sure, Matt, I'd love that." Alfred stood, to the dance floor with Matthew. Arthur watched as his 'lover' disappeared with the Canadian, feeling something stir inside.
Taking Alfred to the middle of the dance floor, Matthew asked the band to play Do You Know by Someday. As the music started, Matthew took Alfred's hands and led him in a dance. Surprisingly, Alfred followed easily, shocked at his own ability to dance. With real smiles, Alfred and Matthew danced together in circles, not noticing as everyone watched.
Everyone was completely captivated by the two. They all forgot who Alfred's 'lover' was supposed to be. Alfred and Matthew almost looked like soul mates, and seemed to belong together much more than Alfred and Arthur did. They were both good looking and tall, and also seemed to have something pure about them that made them unique. Photographers took pictures of the scene and others recorded it.
"Breath-taking," one member of the audience said, and the others agreed. The two were just perfect. Each step made it seemed like they were the only ones there. Nearing the end of the song, others started dancing too.
Furious, Arthur left the room, deciding to take a walk outside so that he could clear his mind.
He hadn't been fond of the scene at all for some unknown reason. He knew by now that the two were close friends, but not so closed that people liked them together more than Alfred and himself. Kicking a stone on the ground, Arthur wandered forward, deep in his own thoughts.
"Honestly…I look much better with that git than Manny does. I don't see why everyone is making such a fuss over them," Arthur said, walking along the edge of a nearby swimming pool.
Back at the ball, everyone clapped as Alfred and Matthew finished their dance, almost as if they were giving them their blessings. Travelling back to their seats, the two blondes laughed, noticing Arthur was gone. Alfred decided to ignore it for the next half hour, chatting to Matthew instead of wondering where Arthur had gone. Eventually, he figured the Brit should have come back from wherever he had gone by now, and Alfred left the building in an attempt to search for him.
Walking slowly he walked down the same path the Brit had, not knowing where he was going. As he neared the pool, Alfred could not see Arthur, or anything for that matter, as his vision was terrible during the night, and the other had been wearing black. Actually walking right up to Arthur, Alfred looked around wildly. To him, it was pitch black.
Thrashing his arms around in an attempt to search the never-ending darkness, Alfred stepped away, deciding to look elsewhere. But moving his arms out like that had not been his wisest choice. Arthur had been right next to him, and Alfred accidentally forced him into the pool.
-Splash!-
Quickly, Alfred turned around, panicking when he saw a silhouetted figure in the slightly lit up pool. They were struggling frantically, unable to climb out of the water.
"Oh my God! HELP! HELP! SOMEONE GET HELP!" Alfred ran, searching for help. Finally spotting a man, Alfred yelled at him.
"You! Go to the hotel and tell them someone's drowning in the pool! Hurry!" Alfred shouted. He watched as the man ran to the hotel, but knew he wouldn't make it to the building in time. Running, Alfred dived into the pool, fully clothed.
Squinting, Alfred's sight was blurred, but he could still faintly make out the person.
Swimming towards the man, he knew that the other's clothes would drag him down even deeper into the water. Surfacing for some air, Alfred dived down again, grabbing the other by the waist.
Running into the hotel room, the man from earlier quickly regained his breath and yelled out to everyone in the quiet ball room.
"E-everyone! Someone's drowning in the pool! I-I think it was Alfred! Hurry, hurry!" the man cried, alarming everyone. Matthew was the first one to run forward, others following closely, worried for the American.
"This way!" the man urged them, jolting ahead of them. Everyone moved faster, heading towards the pool.
"Wake up! Wake up!" a familiar voice yelled from the side of the pool. The source of the voice was hunched over someone, slapping their face. It was Alfred.
"Dammit, wake up! Arthur, wake up!" Alfred was beating the man's chest, trying to force the water out of his body. Everyone else crowded around them, worried that he wouldn't make it.
"W-what happened to my son?!" George yelled out in pure concern.
"He fell in the water! I guess it was just so sudden that he forgot how to swim or something!" Alfred replied without looking up.
Alfred knew there was no other way to save him. He would have to do it.
Taking deep frantic breathes Alfred pinched the Brit's nose and connected their lips, exhaling air. Going back up, he took another deep breath and repeated the process five more times.
About to go for his sixth attempt, Arthur's eyes fluttered open without Alfred realizing. Now conscious, Arthur continued lying there, an idea forming.
Breathing in another deep breath, Alfred almost repeated the past process, but then saw that the other's eyes were open. He stopped a little bit away from his face, stunned, and Arthur closed the rest of the distance between their lips.
Struggling, Alfred forced apart the kiss and stood up, along with the Brit. They both touched their own lips tentatively.
Disgusted, Alfred punched the other's face and stomped away, Matthew close behind him.
Arthur didn't try to avoid the punch, and smirked as he watched the other leave. He had enjoyed Alfred's reaction.
Admin: I know this leaves you with a lot to wonder but don't worry chapter 8 is going to explain when Alfred gets the rings and such.I DIDN'T FORGET! Oh there is a lot of CANAME just like I-I have to shy away from it so we can get with the main pairing.
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