Author's Note: I personally really like this chapter a lot because things finally happen. I mean, don't ya'll hate it when it takes too long for the white elephant to finally be brought up? It's so annoying! That's why I decided to do it asap, because there are just those times when it's like, "ARE YOU THAT DENSE? SAY SOMETHING ALREADY!" and then you accidentally throw your computer to the wall...and that won't end well with you parents. I've also noticed something terribly ironic about this. It seems that every time I'm writing this story, I'm eating something. It's pretty terrible, but I'm usually working on this when I get home from school, so I'm hungry! But then I feel bad. :( I hope ya'll like this chapter, because I really do!
Arthur and Alfred play Just Dance 2 for about an hour before they rested for awhile. Surprisingly, Arthur had a lot of fun and won most of the songs. Alfred would complain how it's 'not fair' and all that jazz, but really its cause Alfred has no rhythm whatsoever. Arthur noticed something too; every time they were done playing one song, Alfred would look really tired, like he went for a run or something, and would have to sit down for a couple minutes before starting again. After 10 songs (Alfred only winning 2), Arthur got concerned and asked, "Alfred are you okay?"
"Yeah," Alfred saying between breaths, "Why?"
"You look really tired,"
"I've just had a long day, that's all,"
"It's not even noon,"
"Well I had a nightmare and have been up since 4, so that must be it. Here, look," he said as he got up, "I'm fine, now, lets-" his eyes began to roll to the back of his head, and along with the rest of his body he fell to the ground.
"ALFRED!" Arthur yelled and ran to his side. He shook him but he wouldn't wake up. Arthur picked him up (which was easier than he thought it would be) and got two glasses of water from the kitchen. With one of them, he splashed on Alfred.
"AAH! HUH? WHA?" Alfred exclaimed.
"Oh thank god, I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance,"
"Wait, what happened? Why am I on the couch? And why am I wet?"
"You fainted so I splashed some water on you to wake you up. Here, I brought another glass of water for you to drink," he said as he handed the water to Alfred.
"Thanks, I am really thirsty," Alfred took the water and chugged it down.
"Here, you need something to eat too, I'll find you some cereal or something to warm up for you-"
"No!"
Arthur turned and looked at Alfred oddly.
"Uh, I mean I'm not that hungry, I just needed some water, that's all."
"Nonsense, you haven't eaten all day. Heck I'm surprised you didn't stop in the middle of the game to grab a snack."
"How do you know I haven't eaten anything?"
"I've been with you since 8 in the morning and there are no dirty dishes in the sink and it doesn't smell like McDonalds at all in here-wait, why doesn't smell even a little like McDonalds in here?"
"Oh, well...I don't really eat McDonalds anymore,"
Arthur gave him a puzzling look.
"I know I know, that's so surprising and all because I'm the 'tub of lard that eats the heart attack burgers everyday', but I've changed. I've realized how unhealthy they are so I stopped. It was terrible for the first couple weeks, but now I'm used to it. Oh, and I stopped drinking soda too."
Arthur was astounded by what he heard Alfred say. His jaw was wide open and didn't really know what to say.
"Come on Iggy, is it really that surprising?"
"Well yes, it kind of is! I mean I'm glad you stopped eating it, but...I just can't believe you did...wait, so if you did eat something, what did you eat today for breakfast?"
"Just some grapes,"
"...you ate fruit?"
"Yes, I ate fruit. I like grapes. While being on my diet I've realized I really like apples and grapes,"
"But all you've had today is fruit?"
"Yeah, why?"
"What? What's wrong Iggy?"
"Alfred, I have something to ask you, and I'm not really sure how..."
"Well, what is it?"
"Here, we should probably sit," Arthur gestured them to sit on the couch, so they did.
"Okay, what's wrong?"
"Well, you know how I was texting France while you were talking about something earlier today?"
"Yeah, by the way that was really rude of you,"
"You barely listen to a word I say! I-wait, we can get into that conversation later, right now, we have to talk about something else,"
"Well what?"
"Alfred...have you been starving yourself?"
"...what?"
"Are you anorexic?"
"NO! OF COURSE NOT!"
"Then why are you so thin?"
"Because I'm on a diet!"
"This isn't a diet, it's killing yourself!"
"Can we just talk about this later-" Alfred's stomach rumbled violently as if he hadn't eaten in days.
"That didn't sound like someone 'dieting' to me."
"Why are we talking about this? Shouldn't you be proud that I lost the weight?"
"I am proud that you lost the weight, it's just that I and no one wanted you to lose this much weight. But you're done right?"
"You're joking right?"
"Well I don't know...maybe a couple more or-"
"NO ALFRED! YOU'RE A FREAKING TWIG AND YOU WANT TO LOSE MORE?"
"L-look, I'm sorry for yelling at you, that was uncalled for, but you seriously can't lose any more weight or else you'll die."
"Alfred?" Arthur looked over to Alfred who was crying. Arthur scooted over on the couch to him and tried to give him a hug, but Alfred pushed away. He tried again and Alfred pushed harder.
"Come on, it's okay-"
"NO ITS NOT OKAY!" Alfred bursts out. His sadness quickly turned in anger, "YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE ARE THE REASON I'M LIKE THIS!"
