So here's a new chapter! Before any of you complain that it's too short, I just want to say that it's hard updating everyday and every other day. I will admit that this chapter could've been longer, but I liked the way it played out and I really liked the line it ended on. I will be trying to update again by either tomorrow or Saturday.
Anyway, once again, thank you for all the reviews! Sometimes I'm tempted to just wait really long to update to get more, but then I think, that's no fun for me or the readers! It's also not fair. Authors shouldn't hold their updates hostage for more reviews! It's greedy and immature on the author's part. So I promise that even if a chapter only gets one review, I'll still update. I mean, I'll ask what I did wrong in the author's note, but I won't withhold a chapter.
I don't know why I ranted about that… well I do actually, I found a story I really liked, but the author said she wouldn't continue it until she got more reviews! Lame! Ok, rant over.
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I hope it's edited enough! I'm sorry it's short, but like I said, I liked the way this chapter played out and I liked how I ended it!
Chapter Eleven: A Superman Snuggie?
Waking up with a hangover was something Arthur never liked, every time he'd wake up with his head pounding, eyes and ears sensitive, and horrible alcohol mixed with swallowed vomit scented morning breath. And every time he'd swear to never get pissed drunk again.
What they say is true, 'never make a promise that you can't keep.' Too bad that never stopped Arthur.
This morning however, instead of waking up to Francis banging pots over his head, (despite the fact that they were friends, Francis was still a bit of a dick at times.)he woke up to the smell of hazel nut coffee, pancakes, and bacon.
Cracking open his eye, Arthur was met with the sight of a room he wasn't familiar with. As he looked around he noted he was in a living room, lying on a worn leather couch with a,
'Is this a superman snuggie?' He thought as he opened his other eyes and sat up, tiredly rubbing the sleep for them.
"Oh you're up. Did you sleep ok?" Arthur turned his head to find Alfred awkwardly standing in the entrance of the hallway that probably led to the bedrooms and bathroom, wearing a long sleeved t-shirt and pajama pants that were awkwardly short on him, ending at his upper shins. Arthur cringed. He was at Alfred's. Stretching out his arms and scratching his head, Arthur avoided Alfred's gaze.
"Yes… thank you."
Alfred cleared his throat, gaining Arthur's attention.
"Matthew's making breakfast. It's great for hangovers." Arthur nodded and stood up from the couch, folding the superman snuggie with a distasteful grimace and placing it on the couch.
"Sorry about that… We didn't really have anything else." Alfred explained, gesturing towards the ostentatious fabric. Arthur shrugged and mumbled.
"It's quite alright."
And followed Alfred to the kitchen where Matthew stood in front of a stove, flipping various things in various pans. Feliciano was sat at a small table on the other side of the room by a window, drinking what must've been the hazel nut coffee Arthur smelt earlier.
"Good morning, did you sleep ok on the couch, Arthur?" Matthew asked, glancing at Alfred and Arthur as they entered the kitchen. Alfred walked past his brother, tiredly waving, and poured himself a cup of coffee, taking a seat at the table next to Feliciano.
"Fine, thank you." Arthur awkwardly stood there, not sure what to do. Matthew noticed his nervous composure and pointed with his spatula towards the coffee pot.
"There are mugs in the cupboard if you want coffee. Have a seat, breakfast will be ready soon." Arthur muttered a thank you and opened the cupboard, grabbing a red mug, filling it with coffee and taking a seat across from Alfred at the table.
"So… what happened last night?" Arthur asked once seated, interrupting whatever it was Alfred and Feliciano were previously conversing about. Feliciano smiled and leaned forward.
"Ve~ we went dancing at this night club, and almost everyone got drunk!" Feliciano explained, Arthur forced a polite smile and nodded.
"Thank you Feliciano, but I meant, what happened last night, as in how did I get here." Arthur clarified. Feliciano made an O with his mouth and shrugged.
"Oh, well then I don't know! You were passed out on our couch when me, Ludwig, and Mattie got home!"
Alfred cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee.
"Uhm, you got really drunk, so I was gonna take you back to your place, but I couldn't remember the address and you were too drunk to tell me. I tried texting Mattie and Francis but neither of them answered, so I just brought you here." Alfred seemed stiff and awkward as he explained this, leading Arthur to believe he must've done something seriously embarrassing.
"I was pissed drunk… I must've made such an arse of myself." Arthur muttered groggily, burying his head into his arms. He heard Alfred chuckle, but he could tell it was an uncomfortable, forced one.
"Ha… uh, no, you actually just kept reciting the dead parrot sketch from Monty Python." Arthur peaked out from his arms, an embarrassed grimace on his face.
"I didn't do anything else, did I?" Alfred blushed and looked away, coughing into his hand.
"Uh no… nope… Well, in the cab, before you passed out, you began to mumble a few lines from the argument clinic sketch, but other than that, nothing." Arthur eyed Alfred skeptically, not really believing that he was telling the whole story. Before he could press the subject further, Matthew put a large stack of pancakes on the table, along with some bacon and eggs. Immediately, both Feliciano and Alfred made up plates, and Matthew joined them at the table. After preparing two plates, Feliciano got up from the table, balancing the two plates in his hands.
"Ve~ Thank you for making breakfast Mattie!" The Italian then pranced out the kitchen. Arthur watched him leave, confused.
"Where's he going?"
"Ludwig gets the worst hangovers, so he's bringing him breakfast in bed." Matthew explained smiling, obviously finding it cute.
"So where's Francis?" Alfred asked, switching subjects, Arthur looked at him discreetly.
"He stayed out late with some of his friends. I'm guessing he's passed out at his place. I'm going over to check in on him soon." Matthew looked over to Arthur and noticed that he hadn't put anything on his plate yet.
"Have some food, Arthur." Matthew asked. Arthur shrugged.
"No thank you. I should actually get going." Arthur made a move to stand, but stopped.
"Do either of you know what happened to my coat? It had my keys and wallet." Alfred put his fork down and stood up.
"Yeah, it's on the coat rack. I'll uh… I'll walk you out." Arthur hesitantly nodded and followed Alfred out of the kitchen, having a horrible feeling that he was not gonna like whatever was about to happen.
Alfred walked over to his front door where a rack holding several coats stood. Unhooking Arthur's and tossing it over to him, he avoided his gaze.
"Listen… about last night…" Alfred trailed off and shyly looked over to Arthur.
"You…" Alfred sighed. "… You said some things." Arthur blushed.
"I hope it wasn't anything too embarrassing." Arthur muttered. Alfred let out a soft laugh and shook his head.
"You didn't, but… I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry I've been giving you the cold shoulder for the past week." Arthur looked over at Alfred surprised and fiddled with his coat nervously. Was he finally gonna find out why Alfred ignored him.
"It's… It's ok." Arthur said, even though deep down he knew he wasn't ok with it, and tried to smile and reassure Alfred.
"No. Seriously, I shouldn't have ignored you… it's just… I felt as if what happened… was my fault."
Arthur, shocked, gave Alfred a look of disbelief. How could he think his schizophrenic episode was his fault?
"Alfred-"
"Look, I know from what I've read, and from what Francis and Matthew have told me, that it's not. But… I just can't help but feel as if there was something I could've-should've done to help you or somehow prevent what happened."
Well that was unexpected. Arthur rolled his eyes and smirked, looking at Alfred in an adoring fashion. Alfred nervously met his gaze and blushed embarrassedly.
"You are such a git." Arthur said with a laugh in his voice. Alfred's widened a moment before a smile broke onto his face and he laughed.
"So can we please go back to being friends?" Arthur asked earnestly. Alfred's smile widened and he nodded enthusiastically.
"Totally! I mean, you still haven't shown me 'Casablanca' yet, dude!" Arthur chuckled and nodded, slipping on his coat.
"Right, so I'll talk to you later?" Alfred nodded and opened the door for Arthur.
"Yeah, I'll text you or something. We'll have to hang out before me and Mattie leave for Canada." Arthur stepped out of the apartment as he nodded.
"Great… so uhm. Are you sure I didn't say or do anything else last night?" Arthur looked at Alfred with an investigative look as the young man blushed and clear his throat.
"Well uh… you… you sort of… kissed me."
I wonder how Arthur will react now that he's aware of some of his drunken escapades. Hmm, anyone? I know! What do ya'll think?