Shalom (look at me being all ethnical and stuff)! Hope you enjoyed the week and a half of updates because I most likely won't be updating for a while. All my work is going to pile up again and then there's all state and big tests and...ugh. I was going to update last night or this morning but there were some, err, complications. Number one, extended family is going through a tough time. Number two, my parents shut off my internet. Great, right? Anyways, sorry if this is a bad chapter. Literally I wrote in this morning because I wrote the next chapter but forgot about this one so...yeah. THAT YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS (even though I didn't get any for the past chapter *sadface*) Hope you like chapter 26!
Warnings: I don't even know if there's any language.
Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia.
"Why haven't you started the car?" Arthur gritted through his teeth. The two of them were sitting in Alfred's blue convertible blasting nonsense pop music with extremely loud bass. Although he wanted to, Arthur did not complain. Gentlemen do not complain. "It's getting kinda late," he noted watching the pink sky turn into a dark indigo and the stars commencing to emerge through the tinted windows.
"'Cause I'm waiting," Alfred defended watching earth toned cars pull out of their parking spaces through his rearview mirror. He was acting rather quiet after the competition and especially after his phone conversation.
"Waiting for what, you git?"
He slung his arm around Arthur and kissed his cheek. "Have I been wrong yet? Just trust me."
Arthur gazed at Alfred's glasses, which were falling down his nose. "Fine," he murmured playing with the golden statue in his hand. If there was one thing Arthur hated was waiting, but he hated waiting without knowing why even more.
"I guess we're going to be here pretty long," he muttered with a sigh.
"Yup," he stated awkwardly. He hated awkward silences, especially with Alfred. He usually did most of the talking, actually all of the talking. But Arthur noticed his mood was peculiarly depressed, and decided to ask "so…who were you on the phone with?"
"Oh, ya know, just Mattie. He's with Francis today. My parents thought it would be a good idea since they'd be out all day and I would be too and nobody would be watching over him. Personally, I thought it was quite dumb. He's sixteen, he needs some freedom."
"You saw what happened when he was unsupervised!" Arthur protested thinking back to last Saturday.
He defended "that was a one time thing, Artie. He's so not like that all the time."
Arthur crossed his arms across his chest. Depression is not just a one time thing. No matter how heroic Alfred claimed to be, he couldn't just wave it away from his brother. "How can you be sure?"
"'Cause I just fucking know! Okay?" Alfred shouted furiously making Arthur wince. "Artie, I'm sorry, just, please…" Alfred wrapped his arm around his shoulder once more, but was immediately rejected.
"I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't have brought it up. You obviously still need time to heal," he said with concerned emerald eyes. This really meant "you're in denial about your brother's depression and need time to accept it."
He smiled softly. "Nah, it's cool." He was quick to change the subject. "I think we can go now," he explained hopping over his sapphire door and hovering over Arthur's side of the car.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked playfully and chuckled slightly. He opened the door elegantly before his wrist was grabbed by Alfred's outstretched hands.
Alfred shrugged and lightheartedly said "close your eyes, and no peeking."
Arthur glared at him before veiling his eyes with his small hands. "You know I hate surprises."
"I know," he said deviously before tugging Arthur into the building. There were still a couple of people still inside, but they didn't even seem to observe the two running, more like stumbling, down the hallway. "Now there are just three flights of stairs."
Arthur nodded knowing exactly where Alfred was taking it. He counted all forty one steps before being welcomed by an even brisker breeze than this morning.
"Okay…open!" Alfred said watching Arthur's face glow with amazement. The scene unfolded magically, even if it was the second time he was experiencing it. The night was still young so fewer stars illuminated the sky like tiny fireflies. The two sat in the middle of the rooftop, staring up at the stars once more. "You're freezing," Alfred exclaimed after intertwining his fingers with Arthur's. "Here, take this," he said draping his leather bomber jacket around his delicate shoulders.
"No, really. It is fine," he said shaking his head but bared the jacket over his shoulders.
"Look, a shooting star!" Alfred exclaimed pointing up at the sky immaturely.
Arthur rolled his eyes. "That's a plane, you git." He looked over at Alfred to him squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "What in the Queen's name are you doing?"
"Making a wish," he explained with his eyes still closed.
Arthur held his tongue, not wanting to spoil Alfred's immaturity. Actually, it was one of the things he envied about him. When he reopened his eyes Arthur asked "so what did you wish for?"
"I wished we could just stay up here, ya know?"
Arthur tilted his head in confusion.
"Yeah. No school work, no drama…" he smiled, "wouldn't that be something?"
And no family, he added silently to himself. "If only," he sighed composedly.
The American jolted up and cried "I totally forgot, look in the pockets! There's a surprise!"
"Alfred, really, you're spoiling me with gifts," he stated unsure if he would find a diamond ring tucked away in the zippered pockets. He was definitely not ready for that.
"Oh but this is really, really, special! Come on!" he begged mimicking the face of a sad puppy. "Think of it as an early Christmas gift!"
He narrowed his eyes and whined "Alfred."
Alfred sighed. "Just open the pockets!"
"Fine, fine," the Brit muttered hesitant to reach into the pocket. When he did he feel was a crumpled piece of paper and Alfred's phone in which he took out. In the dim lighting, it was difficult to tell what was printed on the folded piece of paper. The only thing he could see was a photograph of the night sky and a chartreuse arrow pointing to one of the stars with a bunch of words printed in bold times new roman. "What is this?" he asked stupidly.
"The Artie star," he said confidently.
He cocked an eyebrow. "What?"
"I bought a star! See?" he said with a radiant smile. He held up his phone as a flashlight and pointed to the star the arrow was pointing to. "It said best to view on October 9th."
Arthur sighed. "And what's so special about October 9th?"
He pushed a stray strand of Arthur's hand behind his ear and bit his lip. "It was the first day I saw you."
Arthur couldn't help but blush and smile. He asked himself did he have to be corny all the time? He cleared his throat before asking "so…where is this alleged Artie star?"
"Hmm…" Alfred said looking at the picture, then the sky. "That one!" he said with his finger outstretched to the sky. "The brightest one in the sky!"
Arthur giggled at the impossibility. "Of course, love."
"Oh, whatever. It doesn't really matter where the star is so long as you know it'll always be there."
"That was the nicest gift I've ever gotten, and there is no way to repay you," Arthur said biting his lip to keep back his joyful tears.
"But it didn't cost anything," he deadpanned.
Arthur wiped a tear away with the sleeve of the tan, leather jacket making his face become puffy and irritated. "It's the thought that counts, and I never get you any presents so I feel like I'm a bad boyfriend. I just want to some how repay you for everything you've ever done."
Alfred's lips aligned in thought before saying "you don't need to! You brought all this color into my life and black and white, and there is no way to repay you for that!"
The corners of his lips turned upward unintentionally. "I know a way," he said slyly before brushing his pink lips against Alfred's.
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: Murrr. Sorry about the low quality writing. I'm just out of it. It's so corny and fluffy. Whatever. At least I have next chapter all typed up and ready to be updated shortly. I'm thinking about writing a parallel story to this. Maybe Franada view point or even Frying Pangle. I dunno. Anyways, I thought that Alfred should totally be in denial about Matthew's depression. Like, hello? Wouldn't you be? Or maybe not...he's a complex character, as you'll see next chapter. Oh but I won't spoil it for you, don't you worry your pretty little faces. Also I always thought it would be so cute if someone named a star after me. How adorable! Hello, it's called Starcrossed. I've gotta have that motif somewhere. Hahaha. Anyways, I started another story. It's a cardverse. Please read it. It's called A Clockword Spade. Don't worry, I won't abandon this story. I really won't. Unless you want me to in which is completely okay. PLEASE REVIEW! THEY ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED! Until next time. XoXo BetweenDreamsAndReality.