AUTHOR: Midnight Run In The Rain
10th of September, 2014 - M.A.S.H.
The sun was rising on Hetalia International High and while it may have been seven thirty in the morning, this little fact did not slow Alfred F. Jones down. Only during football season did he ever enjoy mornings. While football exhausted him physically, all his homework drained him mentally, thus allowing him to get great nights of sleep. One particular English teen, however, did not seem to be enjoying his mornings quite as much.
Arthur Kirkland was student body president, and with such a title came a responsibility. As president, it was his job to walk around the halls to make sure the students wouldn't get into trouble as they slowly trickled into the school. Unfortunately, this lead to him being extremely disliked because he tended to have a short fuse. Most people would flee upon seeing him or act accordingly so as to not get yelled at, but Alfred seemed to want to hear Arthur raise his voice and ran to him rather than away from him.
"Alfred! No running in the halls!" Arthur looked annoyed, but his lips quirked up when the large teen began to skip towards him instead. "Now that's just ridiculous."
"What's up, Artie?" He grinned at the other boy's smile, thrilled that he was able to get that from him.
"Arthur, Alfred, it's Arthur," the shorter blond rolled his eyes. "I'm doing what I do everyday, and yet you still ask everyday."
Blue eyes couldn't look away from him, "Okay, but I'll still ask everyday 'cause you don't really answer my question. I mean these 'what's up' as in 'how are you?'"
A light blush, barely noticeable, dusted Arthur's complexion and he looked away. "Oh... well those are... I see."
"Well?" Alfred's smile never faltered.
He was about to say something when a loud obnoxious crash was heard followed by Gilbert's voice calling out, "OH SHIT! RUN!"
Both boys sighed, knowing what was to happen next.
"GILBERT!" Arthur began to run after the troublesome trio, but stopped to answer Alfred. "I was fine, thank you for asking Alfred." And he even smiled at him before turning the corner to chase after the older boys, his voice also heard above the others' frantic calls.
Disappointed at his time cut short with Arthur, Alfred turned back around and heard a group of girls giggle. Curious as to why they were so happy when the rest of the school-aside from Arthur, Gilbert, Antonio, and Gilbert- seemed to still be asleep, he walked over to them. "Hey girls, what's up?"
"Oh, it's Alfred!" "Alfred!" "Oh my gosh, we should do one for Alfred." "Yeah!" The girls quickly turned to a new page in their notebook and wrote M-A-S-H on the top.
"So pick five names," the brunette looked up eagerly with her pencil poised.
"Arthur!" His mouth blurted out. "Uh..., Toris, Kiku, Mattie, and... Gilbert. What's this for?"
Another girl demanded he call out numbers.
"Fifty," the girls burst into giggles again, but wouldn't explain why. "Uh..one, two, three, four?"
"Cars."
Alfred grinned again, "That's easy! A 4x4 GMC truck, Hummer, uh... Can I say motor cycles too? Sweet! A Suzuki bike or a Harley and a... oh! Mustang."
"Cities."
"New York, DC, LA, London, Dallas. What's next."
"Colors."
"Red, white, blue, uh... black, green!"
"Careers."
"President of the grand US of A! Astronaut! Hmm, probably computer engineer or a CEO, or video game tester sounds cool. Any more?" He peeked over at the paper, but nothing had happened other than what he had said was written.
"Nope, just tell us what's your favorite number."
"Fifty!" When the girls gave a look of panic, he changed it to one, but that wasn't acceptable as well so he went with two.
Slowly, the girls began to cross out some of the words he had said circled the remaining ones. Giggling, the one of the blonds called out. "So according to our old elementary game, you'll live in a mansion and have a blue mustang and work as a CEO in London. You'll also marry Arthur and have one kid!"
That sounded pretty dang perfect to him.
Alfred laughed and extended his hand, "Haha, that's pretty cool. Can I have this?"
The girls gave him the paper with a knowing look. "I think that's all the proof you need," one said. Another suggested, "You should ask him out!" "Yeah, it's fate! What are the chances of that?"
"Shh! Just go!" The brunette held a hand to stop him from solving that mathematical equation.
And so Alfred did go. With the motivation he had from the girls, the quarterback began to run. He had no idea where Arthur was anymore, but he reasoned that it would be Arthur that finds him. The teen seemed to sniff out violations and Alfred was breaking quite a few. "Aaarthurrrr! Where aaare you?! Aaarthurrrr!"
Soon enough, he was right. A hand shot out, latched onto the back of Alfred's bomber jacket from around a corner, and dragged him back. "What in the bloody hell are you doing?! You can't just run around and yell like that in the hallways!
"I said your name correctly," Alfred was practically bouncing as he beamed down at him.
"Yes, well, that doesn't give you the right to break the rules," he reprimanded him, but Alfred could tell his heart wasn't completely in it. He seemed rather pleased. "Do you want to get written up?"
"Do I get detention with you?"
"Er...," he blushed, finally noticing the eager puppy look on the other's face. Even if he couldn't admit it aloud, Arthur was rather fond of the idiot when he became excitable like he was now, "That depends..."
Alfred's expression changed as he thought something over. "Hmm, I guess, but that would be a pretty sucky first date, wouldn't it?"
Vibrant green eyes dilated, "Fir-wha-date?!"
"No yelling in the hall, Artie."
"W-why?"
Alfred blushed as he grabbed Arthur's hand, "Because I like you and it's pretty much meant to be, see?" He pulled out the wrinkled paper from his back pocket.
"Really? A paper?" He snatched it from the other's hand, but a second paper slowly fluttered to the ground.
Arthur picked it up and read his name on the top of it with Alfred's name, the color red, Mini Cooper, a number one, London, and mansion circled. "What's this?"
Alfred peered over his should and laughed, picking Arthur up. "It's fate!"