Hey guys. Feel free to yell at me for not updating. I'll probably get a new chapter out this weekend.
I'll give you a little snippet for now to keep you from murdering me. But this is mostly me talking. I'm really sorry.
I have writers block. But for some odd reeason, only with this story. So? Any suggestions? I'll take anything-ideas for the story, pairing requests, character requests, cures for writers block-anything!
I'd also like to tell you that my beta will be leaving us for a while because I've decided to give her a SHORT break becasue she's in a IB school and has loads of homework. (And her birthday is coming up!)
Also because I have to write some PruCan smut to keep YOU GUYS happy, (little pervs) and that's just awkward to send to a friend...
so yeah.
Smut coming up.
Oh, stop the nosebleed.
I was also thinking of changing the style of the story a little. Like, less of a crack fic that's like "BAM! IMMA BE IN YOUR FACE!"
and more of a fic that like
funny
angst
funny again
serious smut
funny
angst
funny.
What do you guys think?
YOUR OPINION IS MOST IMPORTANAT.
YES.
Anyways, here's your little sneak peak like thing:
"My mother was a wonderful woman..." Arthur said, scanning the solem crowd. He could see Davis sitting beside a surely insane Micheal-poor chap.
Alfred was sitting just where Arthur had left him, twiddling his thumbs and looking at Arthur.
Francis was no where to be seen-probably off molesting some poor mourning girl-and Regan was pretending to cry for her lost mother.
Arthur's father sat in the very back of the room-he had arived late. There were bags under hs eyes, he looked a few years older. Arthur hadn't seen him for quite a long time. He was probably the nly family member besides Arthur's mum that he missed.
"I remember, she used to always greet us with a smile..." He said. He was sure he was doing this wrong. His palms were sweaty. What was he supposed to say? "Um..." The Brit looked to Alfred for help.
The self proclaimed hero smiled and stood up, walking over to the podium.
"Hello." Alfred said to the crowd. "I'm Alfred F. Jones, if I haven't had a chance to meet y'all yet."
Arthur flinched. This was going to be embarrasing...
"I never got to meet Arthur's mom." He said. "But I know she has to have been a real cool lady."
The crowd mummured amongst themeselves. The ones that hadn't talked with Alfred asked "An American?" "Who is he?"
The ones that had smiled up expectantly. This boy was just endearing!
"I know she was a good lady 'cause I have honestly stood in her shoes for a little bit."
Arthur gaped at Alfred. What was he talking about...?
"I have been here for about two, three days and I am about ready to rip my hair out." He said. "I'm sure y'all know the kirkland kids, and man are they annoying."
The crowd laughed at this, some good natured, some nervous, but most genuinly amused. "I mean, dude." Alfred sighed. "Davis is a total jerk, Micheal is completely insane, and Regan is probably the scariest girl I've ever met."
More laughter.
"And don't even get me started on Arthur over here." Alfred rolled his eyes. The brit lunged at him, but he held him back like an older brother to a young boy. "What with his random mood swings, Frickin' ridiculous. Not to mention he always calls me a 'bloody git' and a 'numpty'. I don't even know what a numpty is! Honestly, the guy makes no sense and he always freaks out over the littlest things."
At this point, the crowd was close to tears of laughter: This boy had Arthur to a T!
...And Arthur was attempting murder.
"But y'know, their mom put up with 'em all, twenty-four-seven. And I've heard some awesome things about her. So, y'know, it kinda makes me proud to know these guys. And it kinda makes me want to be part of their family."
Arthur froze.
"And so, yeah, their mom died. But...she still managed to make me happy. Even after she died. And so, I think that she's really cool for that." Alfred finished with a cough. "So, yeah. Arthur, you can stop trying to kill me now."