Arthur looked at himself in the mirror, the fifth time that day. Every time he passed the bathroom he felt the urge to go in and ask himself why did he suddenly get a love confession? From a super popular guy to top it off with.
"What's got your panties all riled up?" came the annoying voice of his stepbrother, Allistor.
Arthur looked away from his reflection, "Excuse me?"
"I mean, every three seconds you come in here to look at yourself. What's wrong with you?" Allistor asked, running his hand through his thick red hair.
"Nothing. I'm just…I feel like I don't eat enough so…yeah," Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Right. Little bro, I've been with you since you were one. I think I know when something's up," said the stupid Scottish man. "Tell me."
Arthur rolled his eyes again, then pushed passed his brother to get to his own room. "What ever."
"Arthur," Allistor grumbled, following the younger brother. "Come on. If you don't tell me what's up, I'll send Peter after you."
"Peter is at a friend's house," Arthur said, dreading the thought of having that little boy following him around all day.
Allistor pinned Arthur to the wall and glared at him, "Answer me you bloody little twit. If you talk about it, maybe you'll feel better, maybe not."
Arthur brushed the red-haired boy off and sat down at his desk, "Fine. I'll talk about it."
Allistor closed the door and sat down on the floor, ready to hear his brother speak.
Arthur took a deep breath, "I think…I think I'm gay."
Allistor stared at him, then laughed.
Arthur turned a deep shade of red. Did his older brother think he was kidding?
"Oh, Arthur. Of course you are. You've been actin' like a sissy your whole entire life!" Allistor said, gasping for breath.
"Okay well. Yesterday…yesterday Alfred confessed to me," Arthur said, blushing harder.
Allistor thought for a moment, "I'm guessing you like this Alfred boy?"
"Well, I didn't think I'd make friends here, but…he was the only one who said he wanted to be my friend," Arthur said. "Then I kind of thought he was cute and then he asked me out."
"He's the one that ran out after visiting you, right?" Allistor said. "Well, just accept the fact that you like a thick-headed idiot."
"He's not a thick-headed idiot! He's smart and strong and he's the…" Arthur placed his hand over his mouth, then ran a hand through his short blond hair. "Oh goodness…"
"Face it, champ. You're in love," Allistor said. "You'll be fine. Just don't screw it up with your kookiness."
"Kookiness?" Arthur looked at him.
"You know, the "fairies" and stuff," Allistor stood up. "I'm not saying I don't believe you on that part, but…I'm saying just watch out. I know they've left, but they might come back."
Arthur watched as his older brother opened the door and slipped out, not bothering to close it. Arthur sighed. The fairies. They have disappeared. They haven't bothered him in so long. It was fine. Perfectly fine…right?
"Arthur!" Alfred ran up to the British boy like a happy little puppy. "I was waiting for you."
"But you said to meet at nine," Arthur said, looking at his watch.
"Yeah, but I was excited, so I came earlier," Alfred smiled sheepishly.
Arthur blushed. This guy said embarrassing things again. Alfred took Arthur's hand and started to talk.
"Where do you want to go for lunch?" Alfred asked.
"Anywhere is fine," Arthur mumbled.
"Okay, McDonalds?" Alfred said.
"Yeah, sure," Arthur said.
Alfred stopped and turned back to look at Arthur, "Are you okay? You look a little pale."
"I always look pale, Alfred. I don't like the sun," Arthur said.
"No…I meant a sickly pale," Alfred said. He put his hand on Arthur's forehead and then on his own, "Not a fever. Did you sleep well last night?"
"I'm fine, Alfred," Arthur said.
Alfred stared at him, "O-okay. Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I'm being an idiot. Come on, let's go," Arthur smiled lightly.
They ate in an awkward type of silence. Alfred not wanting to make Arthur more angry and Arthur not sure how to make a proper conversation. Alfred stood up to throw his stuff away, accidentally knocking over the soda.
"Ah!" Arthur yelped.
Alfred stared in shock at the stain then started to freak, "Oh my god, Arthur. I am so sorry, I didn't mean-um. Napkins!"
Alfred came back and started dabbing Arthur's leg with the napkins.
"Um, Alfred. It's okay. Just let me go to the bathroom," Arthur said.
Alfred looked up, Arthur's face was a bright pink. Alfred stood up, "Y-yeah. Right. Do you want me to come too?"
"No, it's fine. I'll be back in a few," Arthur stood up and rushed to the bathroom.
Alfred ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "I'm an idiot."