No One's POV:

A red rose symbolizes love.

A pink rose symbolizes friendship.

A yellow rose symbolizes happiness.

An orange rose symbolizes desire.

A white rose symbolizes purity.

A cream rose symbolizes gratitude.

A green rose symbolizes growth.

Did no one else find it strange that colors determine a meaning? Why can't a green rose symbolize love? Why can't pink be desire?

Why does a thornless rose symbolize love at first sight?

Arthur had had these questions for a long, long time. The question only expanded further when his teacher gave the newest English assignment: to write a story about the rose color they were assigned.

Arthur, (un)lucky as he was, was not assigned a color like Lovino (he got pink). His teacher wanted to test his limits and assigned him something else.

Arthur had to write a story about why a thornless rose symbolized love at first sight.

He wanted to know, first, why? Who came up with the idea that roses and their colors meant something? Who thought a flower was a good way to express love or joy or hatred?

He remembered stories from his mother about the Moon Goddess and her lover the Star God. He created a flower, the rose, pure white like the light of his love to symbolize her purity from the world.

Did the Star God, Astéri, create the other roses as well? Did he create flowers and the world for his love?

Wow, Arthur really needed to touch up on his religious studies.

Arthur sat at his desk miserably. He didn't know what to write about for this story. He wasn't sure where to start! How do you start writing about a flower's meaning when you don't understand why it has a meaning?

Maybe...maybe he didn't have to know. Maybe it was just a known thing. No different than the knowledge of the sky being blue and that he was an omega.

It was just something that was known.

A thornless rose was love at first sight, and Alfred gave him a thornless rose that day in the gazebo.

Arthur had kept the flower, now withered and dry, in the same drawer that he kept the sticky notes in. Each sticky note was numbered at the bottom so when he reread them, he'd know the exact order of their conversation. (Was that weird? It didn't feel weird. It was like rereading texts but on paper.)

Did Alfred know the meaning of thornless roses? Was he aware of the message he gave Arthur?

Oh look at that, his anxiety is back. Yay.

"Arthur?" There was a knock on the omega's door and he looked up, unsure who it was. He stood up and walked over to it, surprised to see Dylan. He opened the door further and brought him in, noticing the tech in his ears.

The school finally got more hearing aids, enough for every student that needed them. That meant Feliciano had some too!

Arthur squealed and made noises, jumping when he saw Dylan's hearing aids. Dylan laughed.

"I can hear now. Been too long. Voice sounds strange." He spoke in fragmented English, and in a bit of his old accent.

The alpha was right. It had been months since his old hearing aids broke. They hadn't been replaced fast enough.

Arthur realized he was speaking English and gave his brother a questioning glance. Arthur knew he preferred speaking Welsh once he had hearing aids, but English was special to them since their mother was Scottish-English, unlike their Irish-Welsh father.

"Practicing." He slurred. Ah, muscle memory practice. Arthur nodded.

Dylan looked over at the homework Arthur left behind and raised an eyebrow. "Yer not done?"

Arthur shook his head and dragged his brother over to look at his homework. Just like old times...

Dylan looked at the assignment and nodded. "Just write a story. Yer good at that."

Arthur nodded but had a pout. He made a "bent-V" in both hands, using the 'v' sign but the tops of both fingers were somewhat curled down. His right hand moved from beside his chin to hit the side of his left hand. The left hand did not move.

"It's hard." He whined.

Dylan rolled his eyes. He pointed at Arthur then he slapped an "L" sign on his right hand up against your upper left chest area.

"You're just lazy." The elder remarked.

Arthur did a fake, offended gasp. He made the 'd' on his right hand and tapped his nose with the pointer finger.

"Dick." Arthur stuck his tongue out.

Dylan narrowed his eyes.

"You're grounded." He spoke.

Arthur glared back.

"No, I'm not." He just signed 'no' but the message was in his eyes.

"Yes, ya are. No...Alfred! Nuh uh. He'll come with me if he comes." Dylan said proudly.

Arthur gawked at him. He was punishing him by taking his boyfriend away?! Arthur wasn't sure how to feel about it so he settled on mad.

It seemed the world was tormenting him because Alfred came. He knocked on the door, stepping in. There was something in his hands that Arthur couldn't see before it got shoved into his pocket.

"Hey, Artie. Uh, Dylan yeah? Hi. Cool...um, hearing aids." Alfred nodded, suddenly looking tense. Arthur took a step toward him but Dylan stopped him.

"Nuh uh. Arthur's not done with homework. And he's grounded. You come with me." Dylan said, looking at Arthur pointedly. Arthur glared back but looked at Alfred with a sad nod.

"Oh, no big deal. I don't want to distract Artie from his homework. We can go." Alfred nodded.

"Great." Dylan started walking over to him but Arthur stopped his brother using his secret weapon. They were all suckers to his puppy eyes, except for Alister. Dylan groaned.

"Just a greeting," Dylan mumbled. "I'll be outside."

Dylan stepped out and Arthur took that opportunity to hug Alfred. Alfred laughed and lifted him off the floor a bit so they were face to face. Arthur gently cupped Alfred's face and leaned in, giving him a kiss. Alfred kissed back, enjoying the way Arthur's lips felt on his.

They hadn't gone far in their kissing or touching, but Alfred felt no rush. He knew Arthur didn't either. Just slow, romantic kisses were good for them now.

The need for air became a problem and Arthur pulled back, smiling down at Alfred as his thumb drifted over his alpha's lips. Alfred chuckled.

"Miss me, Beautiful?" He asked, leaning in until their noses bumped. Arthur's smile lit up his heart. "I missed you too."

"Can ya please stop smelling like yas gonna bang?! Alfred les go so he can work!" Dylan yelled into the room.

Alfred put Arthur down and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you later, Beautiful."

Dylan started dragging Alfred away, huffing from annoyance. Arthur watched with a smile, then looked back to his homework.

He knew what to write now.


Alfred followed Dylan as he was taken out of the omega building and toward another one. Alfred guessed it was the alpha building by the smell coming from it. He looked around as he entered, seeing a lot of alphas from different age ranges, but none looked less than 13. Dylan started taking him to an elevator but Alfred managed to loosen his hold, frowning.

"Hey wait, man! I can't go in the elevator are you crazy?" Alfred looked dumbfounded. Dylan stared questionably.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Well," Alfred began awkwardly. "what floor is your room on? I'll use the stairs. Besides, what if someone else needs to use it? They'd need it more than me."

Dylan shook his head. "It's fine. Promise."

Alfred looked skeptical, but after a quick glance around the room, he saw no one coming toward the elevator. The doors opened and he stepped in with Dylan.


Dylan's room was not what Alfred expected. It had posters covering the wall, there was a keyboard in the corner, and the bed was a mess.

"Sorry, I have been busy." Dylan shrugged. He sat on the bed and motioned for Alfred to sit at the desk chair. "Alfred, how much do you love my brother?"

Ah, the interview. Alfred expected this from all the siblings.

"I...gee, how do I explain it?" Alfred chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Artie is the best to ever happen to me. I admit I originally didn't want to do the volunteer stuff, but after meeting Arthur? I, wow. Arthur is the best guy ever, I'm so lucky he chose me. He could have had any other alpha but he let me court him. He's just...I really love him." In the end, Alfred had a goofy smile on his face.

Dylan nodded. "What if Arthur chose never to speak to you? What if he goes the rest of his life mute?"

"Then I'll stand by his decision. It's Artie's choice whether or not he wants to speak to me, I wouldn't make him do something he didn't want to do." Alfred said seriously.

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Does that value stand for everything?"

Alfred bristled, a little insulted, but nodded all the same. "Yes, it counts for everything."

Dylan smiled. "You're a great guy, Alfred. Take care of Arthur."

"I will." Alfred nodded.


Arthur finished his short story when Alfred and Dylan came back a few hours later.

They both seemed to be in good moods and that made Arthur happy. He wanted his family and boyfriend to get along.

"Hey, Artie." Alfred pecked him on the lips and Arthur smiled.

"Ugh no PDA in front of me please." Dylan wrinkled his nose.

Arthur rolled his eyes at his brother and held up his story.

"You want me to read it?" Dylan guessed. Arthur nodded.

"Fine."

Arthur smiled, then grabbed Alfred's hand and began walking out of his room.

"Hey! Ya can't just leave me to-"

Arthur started sprinting, tugging Alfred with him. The alpha understood and stopped Arthur for a moment.

"Get on my back!" Alfred smiled. Arthur jumped on it and Alfred ran off both laughing. Dylan was left in the dust, holding Arthur's homework.

"Might as well read it." Dylan glared at the doorway and sat on Arthur's bed, starting to read.


Um...Hey everyone. First and foremost I want to sincerely apologize for my absence. See, I use a computer oned by my school to update here on Wattpad and Fanfic but the district blocked the websites from access and I still haven't found a way to override the block to continue working on them on the computer. (For some reason Archive hasn't been blocked yet so here's to hoping it never will!) I downloaded both apps on my phone but I type faster on a computer than on my phone so I've been writing slower. I have a computer at home but it's not a portable one, it's a desktop, so my writing time is more limited because I usually get home late. As I said, I'm very sorry for being so late on this update. This was originally going to go up yesterday but it was my cousin's birthday so we were celebrating.

Anyway, this has been a long note. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

I may or may not post Arthur's story up, so if I don't I'll just say he wrote an insert fanfic of himself and Alfred.

So for the flower language thing, I'm not ashamed to admit that I've had the same questions. I always wondered why red meant love and orange desire and all that. The conclusion Arthur came up with was my own. It's just something known. That's all.

So Alfred has gotten approval from most of the brothers. Seamus agreed because Connor did (he trusts Conner's intuition), Alister still needs his spoon, Dylan (after this chapter) likes him, Maeve liked him immediately, and Peter doesn't know him yet so Peter has no opinion yet either. Maybe Peter will meet him, maybe not. Who knows? ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Have a great day everyone and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!