One question, why the hell would you have the air conditioning on in the winter in a state that borders Canada? O_O My school does that and it's like…just very, very frustrating. Man, I'm tired…ever since school started, I've been getting my lack of sleep problem again—I tend to not get enough sleep and it really sucks…Alright, that's it for my complaining that relates to school. Another thing, sorry if I mislead you last chapter about this ending soon, I was talking about the slow, boring part that's been going on for such a long time…There's still quite a few things I want to do for this story, but we're definitely past the half point mark. The thought of ending this makes me sad sometime and I'm like "Don't think about it just yet, you're not there."
So yup. Enjoy ;)
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Arthur sighed, raking a hand through his hair, sighing as he did so. He hadn't seen Alfred in a while and was hoping to find him before the concert he had tonight. If he did have one that was, Arthur wasn't so sure. Yesterday had been nice—finally giving Alfred that necklace, knocking a quick round with said American, the concert at the O2 before all of that. Yeah, life was all good at the moment. Now if only he could find Alfred…
He knocked on the door to Matthew and Francis's hotel room, not wanting to walk in on something unpleasant. Matthew's voice, muffled from being on the other side of the door, allowed Arthur in. The guitarist stepped into the room, pushing the door out of the way as he did so, greeting Matthew as he did so. "Say Matthew, have you seen Alfred at all?" he then asked after Matthew returned the greeting.
"What? Oh, the last time I saw him, he said he was going out to get something to eat," Matthew answered, nodding his head. "Francis went with him," he added before Arthur could ask the question to that answer.
"Ugh, you just let two maniacs loose on the city of London Matthew," Arthur sighed heavily. "Those two…can't really trust them without being supervised," he shook his head. "Come on, we should go look for them before they do something that'll land them in the newspapers," he urged, tugging lightly at the sleeve to Matthew's shirt. Rolling his eyes, the Canadian stood up and followed Arthur out the door.
"Not sure why you're so worried about them," Matthew said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"They managed to briefly convince us that the house was on fire Matthew," Arthur started. "And last time I checked, Alfred and Francis aren't a very good mix," he continued shaking his head as they exited the building. "Now, let's split up and look for either one."
"Or both since they left together," Matthew pointed out mater-of-factly, grinning as he did so. Arthur nodded his head and they split up.
Leave it to Francis to do something like this. He'd expect it more from Alfred, but Francis sometimes showed the potential of doing such a thing. Arthur was currently staring in slight disbelief at the words 'Bonnefoy was here', spray painted in large, curly, red letters. It was in an alley, on a small building that served as a bakery. With a huff, Arthur placed a hand on his hip and pulled his cell phone out and dialed Matthew's number.
After two rings, Matthew picked up on the other side. "What is it Arthur? You find them?"
"No, but I found that your boyfriend spray painted his last name on a wall," Arthur announced and he heard a chuckle come from Matthew's end. "What?"
"Funny how you found something from Francis while I found something from Alfred—his shirt was hanging over the edge of a garbage can," Matthew answered, still chuckling to himself as he spoke.
"T-that better be the only thing you found!" Arthur stuttered angrily, his cheeks heating up. Matthew burst out laughing and Arthur had to wait a moment for the Canadian to get control over his laughter and answer.
Matthew finally calmed down and answered. "Don't worry about it, come on, we've been searching for quite a while, let's go back to the hotel and check if they're there already," Matthew answered and Arthur nodded his head with a 'yeah' even though Matthew couldn't see the physical answer. Arthur snapped his phone shut and sighed, forcing the blush down. That was rather…embarrassing.
They met at the front of the hotel, seating themselves on the steps that led up to the building. They hadn't been able to find the two 'madmen' on their ways back to the hotel unfortunately. "Where the hell could they be?" Arthur sighed frustratingly. "Francis did something illegal too by the way."
"I-I'm sure he has his reasons…" Matthew muttered, looking down at his hands. "Man—well they better get back before we have to leave to rehearse for the concert tonight," Matthew shook his head, straightening his back out so he was sitting upright instead of slouching over his knees. Arthur hummed and they fell into a wordless silence.
Once about ten minutes passed, Arthur sighed and stood up. "I'm going to start looking again," he announced and Matthew stood up as well, saying he'd return to looking as well. They turned their backs to each other and walked in opposite directions to resume their search.
Arthur knew he couldn't cover the whole city, so he decided to go back over the places he'd already been to—Alfred and/or Francis probably knew better than to go any further than a certain point. Well…hopefully.
Matthew huffed, pressing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose for they had begun to fall off. He was about to quit when he spotted a shirtless Alfred strolling down the sidewalk, one hand in his pocket while the other held a cheeseburger, grinning to himself. "Alfred!" he called, catching his half-brother's attention. The American's grin widened at the sight of his relative as Matthew approached him, eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Hey Mattie!" he waved, his grin only widening further if it were possible. For some reason he looked like he just had the time of his life. "Have you seen Francis anywhere?"
"Why the hell are you lacking a shirt?" Matthew barked, ignoring Alfred's question, the other being taken back at the sudden outburst. Before he could answer, Matthew huffed and almost immediately calmed himself. "Ugh, whatever, come on, we have to go back to the hotel, we have to leave for rehearsal in two hours," Matthew huffed, grabbing a hold on Alfred's wrist.
"Jeez dude, it wasn't me who lost the shirt, blame the fans," he snickered. "I'm surprised it didn't land in anyone's hands since I see that you have it," Alfred continued, still grinning.
"Don't blame your fans," Matthew muttered under his breath as they turned a corner onto the street that the hotel was on. Alfred's grin, having weakened as they walked in silence, returned with full force when he spotted Arthur dragging a spray paint covered Francis, even he could hear the Briton lecturing the French teen all the way over here. "Found him," Matthew announced when Arthur caught sight of the two. Francis looked over and grinned toothily at Alfred when he saw him, waving a hand excitedly.
"Hello Alfred! Whatdid you do after you escaped that angry shopkeeper?" he then asked, holding back snickers.
"Ha, ha! Dude, totally lost my shirt, terrorized people in a public park, ya know? One with the slides and stuff, and a few other things," Alfred answered enthusiastically. "Dude, what happened to you? I was looking for you, but couldn't find ya…"
Arthur and Matthew glanced at each other as the two chatted animatedly with each other. "I started a mini-concert at one of the music stores, used one of those guitars they leave out for people to try."
"Aww, dude! I should've been there!" Alfred piped. "…Oh! Hey, I stole a drunk guy's beer!" he snickered.
"You stole someone's beer?" Arthur wailed, grabbing Alfred harshly by the upper arm since he had no shirt to tug at.
"Dude, I didn't drink it—plus I obviously did him a favor and kept him from drinking anymore, he was so freaking drunk!" Alfred laughed, placing his hands on his hips. "Hey Francis, you should write down everything you did so I can glue it into my journal!" Alfred returned his attention to the French guitarist standing next to him.
"After the concert," Matthew announced blandly and Alfred crossed his arms with a huff and a reluctant 'fine'.
"Oh, Artie, you should totally sing Déjà vu sometime," Alfred grinned and Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, questioning Alfred's suggestion. The American simply swung an arm around the British guitarist. "I dunno, it just…sounds like you," he snickered and ducked away when Arthur tried to hit him upside the head, Alfred laughing as he ran into the hotel, Arthur not too far behind.
Francis and Matthew remained outside for a brief moment before entering as well. "I don't get those two," Matthew shook his head and Francis chuckled, agreeing with him.
December 30
London, England
Totaly terrorized London with my awesomeness! Francis joined too but we got seperated after that guy came at us with a freaking bat! Obviosly a cricket bat since this is England we're talking about. I don't get why people even like cricket, it looks super boring, baseball's totaly better! We walked in and started rearanging all of the cd's and then Francis started imitating a guitar really loudly and badly and the guy tried to tell us to be quiet but Francis kept 'singing' over him. It was so funny, I think I partially died from laughter. The guy then realised that we were making the cd's all out of order and stuff and came at us with a bat. –Super happy face drawn here-
I then got chased by fans all the way to a park, I don't know which one, lost my shirt during all of that too, not sure how. I managed to loose them and went to one of those kid parks with the slides and stuff and went crazy on a swing set. –Super happy face drawn here- When I got bored, I swung it over the top after getting off so that the chain was wrapped around the top bar of the stand thing. I'm not sure how they'll get it down, but it was fun. Scared a whole bunch of parents with my amazing parkour skills too. –Super happy face drawn here- Artie doesn't know that I can do parkour…maybe I'll show it them to him. –Happy face drawn here-
Went to McDonald's (which I'm still suprised about these brits having) and met a what are they called? Coreografers? That's what the guy said. So he wipped out some moves on top of a table! He was so awesome at it, we got in trouble for knocking over a few tables though. He knows parkour too! Awesome!
Fans caught up with me and had to run again, lost em again thank god. Walked down an allie and totaly saw Bonnefoy was here spray painted onto a wall. I laughed so hard, I didn't know the guy had it in him! God, that was amazing, Francis is almost awesome now. I wonder if he graffitied anything else around the place.
Oh, I was walking around town a bit and got bored. But then this super drunk guy came stumbling down the streets and decided to do the poor guy a favor like the hero I am. I took his beer and ran for my life! He was so angry, but couldn't chase me because I'm so freaking fast. And he was drunk, but I'm still fast! The guy obviously had to stop before he like, killed himself or something, I heard that you could die if you drink too much stuff like beer in a row. I didn't drink it though, yuck.
-Transition to neat handwriting-
Okay, so Alfred wants me to write down what I did after we got separated. Can do. After being chased away for mixing up CD's and singing horribly, I got separated from Alfred. I got bored easily too, so I found a whole bunch of other guys about my age and stole their can of spray paint. Had to run quite a bit though, but it was worth it.
Frist thing I did? Graffiti 'Bonnefoy was here' on the first clean wall I found of course. Then headed somewhere else, I don't know where and spray painted a huge Eiffel Tower under a bridge—I wonder if anyone will find it? Maybe since I saw a few boats go under it. Got paint all over me too when I decided to run it dry by continuously spraying it and running around the place a bit. I'm really glad the police didn't come after me. –Humorous smiley face drawn here- Dear Matthew would murder me. And Arthur. Let's not forget him.
First spray paint adventure aside (yes, I spray painted a bit more after that), I went to a music shop. One of those guitars they leave out so you can try it out just called to me, I swear. It was shiny too. So I picked it up and started playing the guitar part to DC and London because the guitar in it is just amazingly sexy. Definitely attracted attention too and soon I was holding a mini-concert. That was awesome—got some money too, I feel accomplished.
Had to steal another can of spray paint and spray painted 'USUK' on another wall. Ha, ha, I really hope Arthur finds it sometime soon. Tabloids will go crazy if they find out I did all of this and I'll probably have police on me. Might as well keep it a secret, though the 'Bonnefoy was here' doesn't really help my situation. Might as well go back and paint over it after the concert.
I swear to God I didn't spill that guy's tea on purpose. –Face similar to O_O drawn here- Knocked it out of his hand on accident and had to run pretty fast, the guy seemed to be having a bad day already and I just made it worse. I think I saw Alfred's shirt hanging on a garbage can too, but who knows? Sooner or later saw a shirtless Alfred running from fans, so maybe that was Alfred's shirt. Didn't go back to pick it up though—too afraid that the guy was still there.
Was about to snoop out another guy to steal spray paint from (although it was kind of hard to come across another group of teens with a can of spray paint), but Arthur appeared out of nowhere—like, literally nowhere. Either that or I wasn't looking. He was pissed too. He ended my fun unfortunately, might have to come back to London and run around some more. I did some other things, but I can't remember, just came back from a concert.
-Picture of the Big Ben, a double decker bus, a tea cup and a scone drawn in nice detail on the opposite page by Alfred-
Alfred grinned and plopped himself in the seat next to Kiku. "So, we're going to go straight to Trafalgar Square after this right?"
"Yes, but I'm sure it'll be crowded," Kiku answered, absorbed in an article covering Alfred and Francis's shenanigans on the twenty sixth, the featured photo being one of Alfred being chased by his fans from a distance. It still was humorous nonetheless. Luckily for Francis, who had painted over the 'Bonnefoy was here' after the concert on the twenty sixth, the article didn't cover the graffiti. Apparently they still didn't know who did it and the French guitarist would rather keep it that way.
They were currently backstage at the O2, it being New Year's Eve that night. Alfred was basically a ball of endless energy, unable to sit still, too excited for midnight to strike and to watch the fireworks. He clearly loved them. All they had to do was get this concert done, go straight to Trafalgar Square and hopefully make it on time since the concert was supposed to end at ten thirty. Alfred had tried to convince Arthur into performing this concert, but the other declined the offer, though he did look like he was mentally warring over what to do.
"Come on guys, we should be going out now," Matthew announced as he passed the other three band members, Alfred jumping up excitedly while Kiku set the article down and stood up along with Francis. "After this, hopefully we can make it before midnight," Matthew continued as they prepared to go out.
"Dude, let's just get this over with! I can't wait!" Alfred whooped excitedly and with a roll of the eyes, Matthew, Kiku and Francis followed the singer out, met with loud cheers and blaring lights that made three out of the four of them cringe a bit before eventually adjusting.
They started the concert with one of their new songs, Fly Higher. The energy in the song was similar to This is War and there was a clean balance of guitar, drums and Alfred along with Francis had managed to fit in a piano part for poor Kiku who wasn't able to play his instrument as much as Francis and Matthew. The song actually was a story Alfred and Matthew came up with. It told of a young man in the air force who had no family or friends back home to anticipate his return. The guy's depressed and dedicates himself to flying, but eventually, while on a mission in a different country, he finds someone. They had just recently perfected it the twenty seventh after their second concert in Hyde Park.
The second song they played was I Don't Care. Matthew had worried over it though with what the lyrics told, but Alfred simply insisted that they play it because it was slightly true with them. Eventually Matthew agreed and they began practicing it a bit late. They had been a bit shaky on it during rehearsal, but when they played it now, it sounded fine.
It was then followed up with Animal. They clearly needed two guitars for it, which was one reason why Alfred tried to get Arthur to join for the night, but Francis managed to pull off some pretty impressive things. Even though Francis slipped up near the beginning, he quickly fixed the problem and continued playing one and a half parts, half because obviously it was impossible to duplicate two guitars on one. Alfred, when he sung the chorus, grinned at Arthur who was in the front row, smiling at them as they played. When he grinned at the guitarist, Arthur would lightly blush and avert his gaze so he was watching Matthew.
Strawberry Avalanche was their closing song and Kiku got his chance to play the keyboard again. Alfred bounced to the beat, looking over his shoulder after the chorus, during the small instrumental, grinning widely when he saw Kiku, eyes closed, dancing to the music he created. He then looked over at Matthew, who was bobbing his head to the beat he was creating. There was no guitar in the song, so Francis was Alfred's backup, echoing Alfred every now and then.
Alfred grinned widely when they finished the song, his voice still echoing since the microphone was set so that his voice would echo. They received cheers, Alfred waving a hand in the air and caught the bottle of water Matthew tossed at him. "Great job Mattie!"
"I could say the same, am glad we were able to pull off I Don't Care without a hitch," Matthew grinned back as Francis approached them, a toothy smile on his face along with Kiku who had a small smile stretching at his own lips. "Great job guys."
"Yeah, great job!" Alfred grinned, throwing his arms around Francis and Kiku's shoulders, pulling them closer. Francis obviously didn't approve, but let the American to so while Kiku stuttered about Alfred being in his personal space, trying to push the other off of him. "C'mon, we gotta get to the square or whatever it's called!" Alfred then piped. "Artie's gonna meet us backstage right?"
"Yup, let's clean up," Matthew nodded his head in confirmation and they walked over to the many cords, turning machines off and unplugging them as people filtered out of the large arena, though many stayed behind so they could watch them.
When they finished cleaning, they began to leave, Kiku returning to his magazine. He eyebrows rose slightly at what he read next. "Oh, is Gilbert Beilschmidt that rapper we collaborated with earlier on?" he asked. A tad interested, Matthew nodded his head and then asked Kiku why he wanted to know. "Well," he started, smiling to himself. "Apparently he's become a huge hit in Germany after singing Stereo Hearts."
"Holy shit! Seriously? Dude, that song's amazing!" Alfred piped, snatching the magazine from Kiku's hands. There was a photo of Gilbert and Ludwig, the camera angle above their heads, both of the brothers pointing at the camera, Gilbert grinning toothily while Ludwig seemed apathetic, a blank expression on his face.
"Isn't it a rap?" Matthew asked, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.
"Dude, we should collaborate with him—I'd sound amazing on the singing part and stuff and he'll be the rapper since he's a rapper!" Alfred grinned. "Even though I don't really like him, I've always wanted to sing that song! I love the chorus!"
"They have a video, so we could check it out," Kiku pointed out, snatching the magazine from Alfred's hands. "It's already really famous," he continued, shaking his head and smiling. Matthew's shoulders slumped slightly. He wondered it Gilbert actually learned the song and performed it for him—it had gotten him even more famous than he used to be that was for sure. In Germany that is, but when he goes back to America to perform there again, he'd probably get even more famous there too. "To the West is getting big too."
"Man, you're making us sound like we're nothing compared to them!" Alfred complained, swatting Kiku in the upper arm playfully. "You gotta say good things about yourself every now and then," he continued.
"True, true," Kiku nodded his head and flipped the page to the magazine. "This is a new magazine, but it's super good I'd admit," Kiku announced, flipping it closed so he could check the title of the magazine. "World Series: Rising Stars of the Twenty First Century…" Kiku read out loud. "It's worldwide? That isn't common."
"Who cares! The more word that spreads, the more new fans!" Alfred grinned, peeking over Kiku's shoulder, trying to get a glance at the contents to the magazine. Kiku wasn't even ten pages in and it already was super interesting—covering Alfred and Francis's shenanigans on the twenty sixth and Gilbert's sudden rise to huge fame in Germany? It was an amazing magazine, that's all he could conclude so far. "Dude, can I read that when you're done?"
"Sure thing," Kiku nodded his head. Arthur approached them, a smile on his face.
"Good job you guys," was the first thing he said and Alfred briefly forgot about the magazine, turning to hug Arthur tightly.
"You think so? Aww, thanks! I don't think we're good unless you're with us though~!" Alfred grinned, pressing his cheek into Arthur's blond hair. Arthur huffed and shoved Alfred off of him, though he still looked happy at the moment. "Come on guys, we gotta go! To whatever the square's called!" Alfred pointed in a random direction, grinning widely as he spoke. "And Artie, I'm totally going to kiss you at midnight and you can't stop me!"
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Déjà Vu by 3OH!3
This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars
I Don't Care by Fallout Boy
Animal by Neon Trees
Strawberry Avalanche by Owl City
Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes
Listen to Stereo Hears nao if you haven't heard it O_O It's amazing and kind of fitting (vaguely) for Gilbert after being rejected by Matthew for the umpteenth time. I really like how this chapter turned out :D It makes me happy. Okay, hopefully two more chapters before their world tour ;) So please review, love to hear what you have to say and peace out my friends.
