Franada-girl97- FINALLY! You all get a chapter that has a little bit more of Arthur's P.O.V the usual!
England- You've been looking forward to this?
Franada-girl97- Yep ^^ Special thanks to my sis for an idea for something in this chapter.
America- Really?
Franada-girl97- Yep ^^
Japan- she only owns the story...
Even If...
Ch.9: Alfred
Arthur's P.O.V
"You know, you don't take shelter in someone else's house, and steal things from their fridge.", Alfred's father slurred, obviously drunk right now, in my face. The smell of alcohol seeping out of his filthy mouth.
"Yea, but you don't beat your own kin either, do you?", I told him as I simply sat down, my legs getting tired of holding me up, and my head starting to hurt because of his dad's stupidity. Man...how obtuse can a man get? "I think your sin is far worst then me stealing a bottle of ale...or beer...or whatever it is you had..."
"You little!", he screamed, beginning to raise his menacing fist to punch me. But then something weird happened...
I...suddenly saw a bright light...and I was suddenly in Alfred's Room...
Memory
Normal P.O.V
6 year's ago
In a little child's room, a nine year old with this weird strand of hair sticking up on his head, and these bright blue eye's sat in his room all alone. Singing an old nursery rhyme under his breath as if to stay calm for some odd reason.
"Ring...around the...Rosie..."
'BANG'
"...A...pocket...full of (hiccup) posies..."
"ALFRED F***N JONES!"
"Ashes..."
"OPEN!"
"Ashes..."
"THIS!"
"We..(hiccup)...all...fall...d-"
"DOOOR!"
'SMASH!'
"H-huh?", the blue eyed boy named Alfred questioned in a scared voice as his once monotone eye's became wide as if he was an animal with a gun barrel pointed at it's head. Beyond the feckless boy's gaze laid a once standing door, and a very pissed off man standing these, his face completely red as if he was a tomato. Some might have even said he was pernicious.
"D-da- AGH!"
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!", he yelled at the poor, defenseless boy as his beefy hands wrapped around the boy's frail neck, blocking any kind of air from entering his system. Looking closely, the cruel man's cheeks seemed to be a bright red for some odd reason.
"Da...yo...drk..." (A/N Translation: Dad...your...drunk...)
"SHUT YOUR LITTLE SHIT HOLE!", the man screamed at who seemed to be his son as his grip only became tighter, and the boy finally stopped even struggling. Then, a devilish smirk appeared on the mans lips as he finally unlocked his hands from around the now severely bruised neck of the nine year old.
"Ah ha ah ha ah ha...", the young boy kept on breathing in and out, obviously in need of oxygen, sadly, his torture didn't seem to be over.
For his father continued to torture his kin with punches, snapping of his bones, and even stab wounds, until the boy could barely keep his eye's open...
And by that time...he was covered in black...and crimson...
"Your lucky I can't afford you to be dead.", he said sternly to Alfred, the child's nose still wrinkling as the smell of alcohol penetrated his nostrils. "If you die, I'll be taken away...and we don't want that, do we?"
"No...da..ddy."
And with that, the man smirked, and left.
Arthur's P.O.V
Real World
"W-what?", I questioned sitting there on the ground of the room I was in before the bright light engulfed my vision, trying to comprehend what just happened. I...should only be giving Alfred memories, he shouldn't be giving me his...what's going on?!
"...WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU!?", I suddenly heard his dad scream at me as he suddenly took a shot gun out form his pocket. W-what does he mean?
"What are you talking about?"
"Y-your eye's! They suddenly blurred out, a-and then when ever I even tried to tap your s-shoulder...a light surrounded you...and pushed me away."
Oh yea...mortal's can't touch someone who is gaining a memory...
"...None of your concern.", I simply stated while walking over to the door, and opening it. Deciding it was a better idea to walk out, then to beat the shit out of this poor soul for what I just saw. His judgment day will fall upon him one day.
But I was greeted with a completely different route...
Alfred's P.O.V
I was just looking up to see my surroundings after being knocked out for the how millionth time in my life, and saw Arthur was starting to come down the stairs. Only to suddenly to see my dad walk, and pull out his gun.
"DIE FREAK!"
'BAAM!'
"A...Alfr...ed..."
"W-what?", I questioned with wide eye's as I saw Arthur start falling down the stairs, blood leaking out of his head...and something else coming out...
His wings suddenly sprouted...and about fifteen of the hundred or so wings on his back came off...
That CAN'T be good...
"ARTHUR!", I screamed as I ran over and caught him, while Artie's wings retracted back into his back, and my father walked back to his room.
"When your done mourning over that little shit, take that "garbage" out. He has no place under this roof."
"Tsk.", I let out as I gritted my teeth, and bit my tongue. At this point, knowing talking back wouldn't do anything good in this situation. "Don't worry...I'll get you help..."
8:00 P.M
"We were out on are date tonight Alfred!", Francis cried out as he walked in along with my brother, and I began leading them upstairs. "I wa-"
"Francis! Enough!", Matty cried out as he covered his mouth, his own cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "America...you sounded frantic on the phone...what's going on?"
"...You...finished that one book...the one I said was complete bogus...right?"
"Y-yea. Why?"
"Does THIS answer your question?", I asked as I held out one of the fifteen wings that fell off of Artie's back when he suffered that blow to the head...the one injury that magically healed in about one hour...
"America...where did that come from?", Matthew asked me with a serious tone in his voice. "Just...tell me..."
"Better. I can Show you.", I told him, opening my bedroom door to show them Arthur in there.
Although...I think one of the biggest things this is causing is...a long awaited reunion...
Franada-girl97- YES! I am finally updating this!
America- ...yay...I guess?
England- I guess...it's literature...
Franada-girl97- I am also happy to announce that I might be getting Pokemon X this Friday :D
Japan- ...please R&R
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