Guten Tag! Well I don't know what time it is for you, but its sort of afternoon for me..well..not really.. I fail at this, goodbye.
Two Months Later
The room was quiet, filled only by the soft hum of music in the distance. Arthur sipped at his tea as he stared at the boarded windows. If one were to walk in on him at that moment, they might comment that he looked like a deer in headlights. That, or dead.
It had been two months. That was how long it had been since he had last gone to see Alfred. Arthur was sure he was out by now, probably was a month ago, but he couldn't bring himself to go visit. Yes, he remembered where that fool's house was, but he couldn't, simply couldn't, go.
And it was making him mad.
For God's sake, he practically saved Alfred's life! The least he could do was come say thank you when he got out. Nevermind the fact that Arthur could have just as easily done the same. No, he was too busy planning with that Spainish bastard to be bothered.
Arthur was running out of time, and he could not worm his way out if this problem like he did with everything else in his life. Not with Romano; it wasn't possible. So, Arthur was left with no choice but to kidnap Tino's son (whom, by the way, he knew next to nothing about).
He sipped at his tea again and continued to stare blankly, when his phone rang. Arthur turned his head curiously and glared at the unamiliar number across his screen. He let out a groan and hastily picked up the phone, clicking the call button and grunting lazily into the receiver. A quiet voice tested the line, unsure.
"Arthur? Are you there?" Arthur took a moment to be shocked before he quickly turned to anger and suspicion.
"Alfred?! How the hell did you get my number?" The line went quiet for a few seconds, but then Alfred chuckled.
"I'm not sure, you were in my contacts. I thought I'd ring.." He sighed. "It's been a while."
Arthur snorted and rolled his eyes. "Indeed, it has." Arthur set down his cup on the floor beside him and pulled the blankets further around his shoulders as he waited for the other to speak. After a minute of silence, Arthur hissed, annoyed. "What do you want?"
The American coughed awkwardly and shifted around. He sounded like he was outside. Noises, cars maybe, echoed around him. "Well, you see.. I kind of lost-..my house.." Arthur blinked a few times. He took the phone away from his ear and looked at the screen, like he was expecting to Alfred's sheepish grin staring back at him. The phone choked out noise as Alfred talked again. "I was wondering if you could meet me at the café? Around noon?.."
"Where are you, Alfred?" The younger man sighed. Arthur didn't need to see him to know that he was shrugging and giving a sad smile.
"I'll see you in a couple hours, okay? Don't be late, Iggy!" The line went dead. Arthur pressed the phone to his cheek harder, gripping it in his fingers tightly. He scowled and slammed it down, fighting the urge to shout. He couldn't possibly understand how that idiot managed to lose his house!
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and took deep breaths. He glanced at the clock, reading 10:52, and flopped backwards. He rolled and curled himself in a ball within the mass of blankets, covering his face and pouting.
"I don't want to go outside. Not now, not ever! I don't care what happened to him, it's not my problem.." Nevertheless, Arthur dug himself out and began to rummage for a decent outfit that wasn't the one head been wearing for a week.
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Arthur gripped his mug and scowled at the back of the random citizen in front of him. He tapped his fingers irritably along the side of the glass as he shifted in his seat. Arthur glanced at the clock and scowled deeper.
Suddenly, the door chimed. Arthur craned his neck and spotted a rugged Alfred burst through the door, panting and red in the face. He saw Arthur right away and merrily made his way over, sliding into the booth smoothly.
"You look like shit," muttered Arthur plainly. Alfred's face was scratchy, like he hadn't shaved in a week or so, and his clothes hung on him rather loosely. They were also considerably dirty, and the beginnings of several holes showed on his elbows and knees. Arthur softened his features slightly.
"You don't look so hot yourself, Iggy," barked back Alfred with a grin. Arthur glanced at his outfit quickly; he hadn't managed to find something that was cleaner than what he had on. He shrugged his shoulders and sat straighter in his seat.
"Alfred, why don't you just tell me what the bloody hell you made me leave my apartment for?" Alfred raised his hands defensively.
"Hey, don't get hostile. It's kind of important that you're calm.." Arthur merely cocked his eyebrow in suspicion. "When I got out of the hospital, my house was being torn down. I don't know why- they wouldn't tell me -but now..I don't have anywhere to go.." The air between them fell quiet as Arthur processed.
"..Where have you been staying?.. How long have you been out?" He leaned forward, perching himself up on his elbows. A creeping worry slipped into his voice unconsciously. Alfred shrugged and pushed up his glasses.
"I was with my brother Mattie and his boyfriend Gil for about a week, but they kicked me out because I was 'upsetting Gilbird'.. Bullshit, if you asked me." He paused to roll his eyes and imitate Gilbert before continuing. "Uh, I've been out for about a month and a half."
Arthur nodded slowly. "And why did you need to talk to me so urgently?" He knew what was coming before Alfred even said it.
"Can I live with you?" Alfred clasped his hands together in a plea and pulled up his bottom lip so he resembled a puppy dog look.
"Absolutely not," said Arthur simply. Alfred deflated. He frowned and pushed himself up a bit.
"Why?"
"I don't have room."
"I'll sleep on the floor!"
"You will not!"
"I'll do anything you ask!"
"..Anything?" Alfred swallowed.
"Er, sure, anything."
"Very well. You can stay." Arthur stuck out his hand. Alfred smiled and shook it firmly, giggling happily. He shot up and pulled Arthur out the booth and towards the door.
"Come on! Lets go, roomie!" Arthur groaned loudly. I've made a terrible mistake..
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It was around midnight when they finally returned to Arthur's dingy flat. Alfred had insisted on taking him everywhere downtown to go shopping, but he wouldn't admit that he was broke. In stead, he steered Arthur away from anything he paused to look at. Eventually, Arthur got mad and they ended up in the park feeding birds for a while and just hanging around (Alfred took him to a skate park, too, but Arthur starting rambling about rock music and getting quite riled up, so he took him out of there pretty quick).
Alfred pushed the door open cautiously and poked his head around it. He smiled and rushed inside, heading straight for the bed and flopping down heavily. Arthur fumed behind him and grabbed his ankles. He tugged harshly and managed to pull him halfway off. He yanked his shoes off and tossed them somewhere before tugging his own off.
"There's a spare toothbrush somewhere in the washroom; you can use that one. Go wash up for bed, alright?" Arthur pat his leg to get his attention and stepped to the side as the American heaved himself up and lumbered off. Arthur sighed and scanned his floor for a few seconds. He spotted a pair of pyjamas that were always a bit too big for him and kicked them up with his foot. He threw them towards the open washroom door, then began looking for a pair for himself.
After he successfully changed, Arthur crawled onto his mattress and snuggled into the blankets. He bundled himself tightly in half the cover and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of Alfred stumbling around. The lamp was clicked off, sending the room into a thick darkness, and he heard Alfred feeling around seconds before his hand stopped on his leg.
"Idiot- what are you doing?" he hissed to the dark figure looming beside him. Arthur felt his cheeks grow hot; Alfred's hand was rather high up on his thigh.
"Looking for you! I wanted to know where I was supposed to sleep.." Arthur shifted around a bit, glancing around him even though he couldn't see a damn thing. He sighed and unwrapped himself a little, shoving his blankets at Alfred.
"I don't have anything set out, so..I guess you'll just have to..sleep..with me.." Arthur immediately turned away to hide his blush. He knew it was pitch black, but he still felt it necissary. Alfred smiled and folded his glasses, setting them gently beside the lamp. He crawled in next to the Brit and pulled the blankets up to his chin. Alfred rubbed his lips over the worn blanket and smiled more; it was so soft, and it smelled like Arthur.
Alfred closed his eyes and sighed softly. He opened his mouth a touch and whispered to the bony back in front of him, "Thank you, Arthur.. It means a lot.."
Arthur pretended he was asleep.
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