Chapter 10

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Sorry… It's morning and I'm just a bit hyper. I had a very uneventful weekend; mostly playing video games and watching GamesR4FITE 's "Let's Play" videos of Amnesia: The Dark Descent. I was going to play it this weekend, but apparently my computer doesn't have a good enough graphics card to support the game, and even at the lowest settings and resolution. :P Oh well.
Anyway, enough of my bellyaching. By the time I upload this it should be the 14th, and that is my one month anniversary with my girlfriend. :D
ONE LAST THING! I GOT INTO THE OTHER HIGHSCHOOL! MATES! :D I'm very happy about that.
STORY TIME! *sits cross-legged*

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Alfred slowly opened the door to his old house, stepping inside, and feeling a sense of déjà vu.

"Hello? Artie, you here? It's me, Alfred." There was a click of a door being closed shut, and then the quiet tap of feet walking towards Alfred. It was around ten o'clock at night, so Arthur was obviously wearing his nightclothes.

"Work ran late tonight, huh?" Arthur rubbed his eye and yawned.

Alfred smiled, "You bet! I had a ton of paperwork to fill out, seeing as how we had to apprehend the criminal by force. The guy just didn't know when to give up!" Alfred began to ramble on, but stopped when he saw that Arthur was zoning out, being very tired.

The two of them hugged, for the door was still open and it was very cold that October night. Then, Arthur spoke up, "I'm just glad you're safe, love. Are there any injuries I should be aware of?"

"Not on me. How 'bout you?"

"Why on Earth would I have any injuries?"

Alfred turned to him as he closed the door and hung up his jacket, "I never know with you!"

Arthur turned and began walking up the stairs to their bedroom, "I remember when I said that to you... I was really scared."

"Oh yeah! I remember that. Man, that was some scary stuff!"

They both entered the bedroom, and Alfred shut the door behind them. Yeah, they had their own rooms, but they typically slept in the same room. It was just… nicer. They both felt warmer and safer, and Alfred thought it was romantic.

Alfred sat down on the bed, and began to remove his shoes, "So what were you doing while you were waiting for me?"

"I was actually think about what we did for Valentine's Day when you were… oh how old were you? Thirteen? Then I was thinking about when you and Ivan became friends. I was going to recount your fourteenth birthday, but now I am thinking about THAT memory."

"Well, it seems that neither of us are tired anymore, so why don't we just talk about some of those memories for a bit?"

"Why that would be lovely." Arthur crawled over to the side of the bed that sat next to the wall, and crawled under the covers. He leaned against the headboard; pillow nestled comfortably behind his back. Once Alfred was in his nightclothes, they began to talk about THAT memory.

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Cautiously opening the door, Alfred held it open with his foot, dragging his luggage inside. He held the door open for everyone in fact, because it had become a habit for him after the incident with Ivan. Arthur was the first to enter, followed by Kiku and lastly, his mother. They also had luggage in tow.

"This is gonna be AWESOME! I can't believe we are back in England!" Alfred let go of the door, walking to the front desk of the hotel they were staying at. He looked around, observing the furniture and food that was presented in the lobby.

"For the third time Alfred, we are in Wales, not England."

"But isn't Wales a PART of England?" Arthur let out an exasperated sigh, so Kiku explained in his place.

"Wales is not a part of England. Wales, England, Scotland, and Northern Ireland are the four countries that make up the country of the United Kingdom, hence its full name 'The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland'."

Alfred was shocked, "Dude! How do you know all of that?"

"I listened very intently when Arthur-san was telling you Alfred."

Alfred pouted, "Whatever, man. All I know is, WE'RE BACK IN THE U.K.!"

Alfred ran to the elevators, his luggage flipping over in the process, and he jabbed at the 'up' button.

"Alfred, you can't go anywhere without knowing what room we're in!" He handed Kiku and his mother their room keys.

"I know that you asked for joint rooms and room 66B! You always do!"

"You still can't get in without a key, you twit!" Arthur began to walk over to the elevators.

"Check your pocket!" Arthur only had one of the two keys.

"When the bloody hell did you learn to pick-pocket?"

Alfred smiled, and pulled out a book from his bag, "Hey, if I HAVE to read a book this summer, I might as well read something I can USE!"

"Yeah, yeah, just don't steal anything that would get you in trouble, alright? I really don't want to see you get in trouble."

"No promises!"

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Alfred tossed his suitcase onto the bed, the only bed in the room, and began to rummage through his belongings. They packed a lot of things, considering they would be staying there for about three weeks. The hotel was just temporary, because they were going to stay at Arthur's relative's house, but he wasn't there yet, so they had to wait for his return.

"So, how long are we staying here?" Alfred sat on the bed, swinging his legs back and forth like a little kid.

"We'll only be here for a couple of days. Dylan isn't usually late to come home." Arthur sat down on the bed next to Alfred, and Alfred leaned his head onto Arthur's shoulder. Wrapping his arm around Alfred's head and petting the top of it, he realized how tall Alfred was quickly becoming. At this rate, Alfred would outgrow Arthur, and Arthur pouted a bit at the idea at how short he was. His mother always said if he drank too much tea, it would stun his growth. He never believed her for a minute, but now, he was having second thoughts.

"Alright…" Alfred sighed, being impatient as a teenager, "Soooo… What are we going to do for now? "

"Well, I figured since you and Kiku will spend a couple days here in Wales with Dylan, and then go across the rest of the United Kingdom, you might as well go sight-seeing today to decide what you guys want to do here, and then come back to research a few places you want to visit in Scotland, England, and Ireland. Sound good?"

"Yeah, but that's not what I meant by 'what are we going to do for now'," Alfred had an evil gleam in his eye, and Arthur knew what that look meant.

"You know they are RIGHT NEXT DOOR right?"

"We'll be quiet," With that, Alfred pushed Arthur down onto the bed, and straddled his hips, "Unless you… can't be quiet…" Alfred bent down, and nibbled Arthur's ear.

Arthur felt a moan crawling up his throat, but held it in. If it was a challenge Alfred wanted, it was one he was going to lose.

But Arthur couldn't move. Alfred had him pinned.

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"Arthur-san, what's that spot on your neck?" Kiku was only a bit shorter than Arthur and could easily see the hickey that was ever so slowly healing on his neck.

He quickly covered it and replied, "Oh, it's nothing. Alfred simply punched me in his sleep. He's a bit of a violent dreamer," Arthur shut the trunk of the car they had rented for their trip over here. He led Kiku to his side of the car, Alfred automatically hopping in the other side. Kiku's mother was already in the front passenger side, knowing her place in the car.

Dylan gave them a call late last night saying that he was home and they were welcome to come over at any time. This gave Alfred and Kiku absolutely no time to research any places to visit with Dylan, but luckily, Dylan already had the places picked out for them. He refused to say what they were going over the phone, but they would be told when they reached his house. He lived not too far from the hotel, which was convenient for Arthur who wasn't quite comfortable with sitting at the moment. He would much rather stand and Dylan would tease him about that…

They soon arrived at the small brick hour that was Dylan's house. It was a two-story house, and was quite expansive for someone who lived on his own. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and then the typical rooms you'd find in a house. Dylan also had an entire room dedicated to taxidermy. He was an odd fellow.

Dylan was sitting on his front porch, a mug in his hand, who watched as the four exited their car and proceeded to their trunk to grab their belongings. They probably didn't notice him at all, seeing as how quiet he was being, "I don't get a hello?"

Arthur turned around; smiling an evil smile, and dragged his suitcase up to Dylan's front porch, "Well, well, well. I see that the Prince is willing to speak to a lowly commoner," Arthur got on one knee and bowed, "It is truly and honor, your majesty." He looked up, opening one eye. Dylan cracked a smile and was soon laughing a hearty laugh.

"You still remember that? How old are you anyway?" He got up and began to walk down the stair of the porch to greet his visitors.

"What does it matter to you?" Arthur walked towards him, shaking his hand and hugging him, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Far too long," He looked over and saw Alfred standing about two feet behind Arthur, almost looking a bit shy, "And who do we have here?"

"I'm Alfred, Mr. Kirkland." Alfred's voice was low, and he was obviously shy.

Dylan laughed loudly, "Oh ho ho! Boy, you don't have to be so shy! And call me Dylan! It's a pleasure to meet you. Arthur has told me much about you, and don't worry, I know your secret with Arthur. You can count on me." He winked, and Alfred smiled a bit, nodding his head. You could tell Alfred a hundred times over not to be shy and he still would.

"Yes sir."

"Ho… you'll learn, boy. C'mon inside! I'll show you folks around! Then we can discuss what I have on the agenda for today and tomorrow, alright?"

His house was green. Green, green, and more green. The walls were green, he had plants in his house, and even the furniture was mainly green. The only thing missing was…

"WOAH! A GREEN SHEEP!" Alfred dropped his luggage, running over to the sheep. It stood there, unafraid, and allowed Alfred to pet it. It actually seemed to like Alfred, "DUDE! Where did you get a green sheep?"

"All you really need is a hair-dye set, and it'll stay forever," Dylan laughed again. He seemed to do that a lot, "Alright you guys, and lady, I'll take you luggage upstairs to your rooms, and you guys can walk around if you feel like it."

"What's its name?"

"His name is Garret. It means 'the watcher'. That sheep is like a guard dog."

"Like a guard dog… Hey Artie, we should get a guard dog. Ya know, considering our living circumstances.

"You have the weirdest ideas, Alfred."

From upstairs, Dylan was laughing, "Is that why your butt is hurting this morning?"

"SHUT UP, DYLAN! THIS ISN'T AS BAD AS YOUR LITTLE CRUSH ON SCOTT!"

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Okay, this is filler. I really needed to update and this happened… Sorry this is the worst chapter of the story… I SHALL MAKE UP FOR IT NEXT CHAPTER! SPRING BREAK IS COMING! WHOO! :D
Anyway, I apologize for the shortness and the blandness of this chapter…
I got a 103 on a math test I thought I completely failed. *thumbs up*
OH! AND DYLAN IS WALES! I looked up what his name was, and I got Dylan, so I went with that. XD
There shall be a Scott as well as an Ireland in the next few chapters, so be on the lookout! And tell me a human name for Ireland because I am too lazy to look for one!

And with that, Oyasuminasai! *is still neglectiv her Japanese lessons* Self teaching is slowly progressing along… *is lying to herself*