Ugh, sickness strikes again…
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"Hey, Yao, talked to my dad yesterday," Alfred announced as he approached the Chinese pilot who was again, seated at the vacant side of the Pilots Table. The American sat himself in the seat across from Yao, setting his full tray of food in front of him. "He said you should go talk to Ivan yourself."
"W-what? No, I can't do that…" Yao shook his head quickly. Alfred stuffed his food into his mouth, taking a moment to fully chew it before swallowing to continue.
"No dude, I think you should go talk to him yourself, I mean, it makes a bit more sense. All of us going over there will only result in violence since it's…us, but if you try to go over there, I'm sure nothing bad will happen—he sees us as an obstacle or something like that," Alfred made a few over exaggerated hand motions. "Come on, it's time to man up and face the music Yao, avoiding it clearly doesn't solve anything…"
Yao lapsed into a thoughtful silence as he pondered over his options. Go talk to Ivan, completely drop the issue or continue to have Alfred deal with the Russian for him. With a slightly aggravated sigh, Yao stood up, his heart having already begun to race. "Y-yeah, I'll go talk to him myself then…"
Alfred grinned and watched the jittery pilot slink over to the table Ivan sat at, probably moving as slowly as possible, yet enough for Alfred to notice progress. "You're gonna have to move faster than that Wang-Man!" Alfred called after the Chinese pilot who flinched and didn't give a reply.
When he finally made it to the table, the Russian looked up, probably expecting to see Alfred instead of Yao since he adopted a slightly surprised expression. "Oh, hello Yao, didn't expect to see you here," he smiled up at the Chinese young man before nodding towards the empty seat across from his. "Sit down if you want to talk, what made you decide to come over here?"
With a shaky nod of the head, Yao seated himself across from Ivan, hands tightly clasped together under the table. "I uh…Alfred got boring…" Yao lied. He didn't really want Ivan to know that Alfred sent him over, so he went with letting the guy believe that he came over on his own free will. "Started talking about…boring stuff…"
Ivan laughed lightheartedly at Yao's words. "So true, Alfred can be a boring guy—say, I heard everyone that sits at that table you sit at are pilots."
"Why yes we all are pilots," Yao let a grin stretch at his lips, a bit more comfortable with a different topic. "Arthur flies a Jungmann, David a Starduster and Alfred just sold his pla—"
"Don't you know that Alfred can't fly?" Ivan questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Yao blinked twice before making a confused noise. "Dear Yao, Alfred could never fly even if he wanted to, whoever told you that is a liar," Ivan continued, waving a hand in the air carelessly. "Why don't you go ask them yourself?"
Nodding his head slowly, Yao stood up, glancing over at Arthur and David who were currently silent before looking back at Ivan. He then turned and began walking over to the Pilots Table, wondering if what Ivan had said was true. "Hey Arthur?"
"Hm? What?" the Briton looked up at Yao who fidgeted behind his back for a brief moment before he spoke up once more.
"I—is it—uh…can Alfred fly?"
"What?" Arthur asked, cocking an eyebrow, having forgotten that he had made that up to give Alfred access to the table Yao had restricted to pilots upon his arrival. "No, what gave you that idea?" he continued with a small laugh. With a small 'oh', Yao's shoulders slumped and he slunk back over to the table Ivan was sitting at, though this time, there was no hesitation.
He seated himself back in the spot across from Ivan's as the Russian waited patiently for the Chinese pilot to say something. "I'm friends with liars…" Yao muttered as he hung his head. "Who am I kidding?"
"Don't worry," Ivan started, reaching across the table so he could place a hand on Yao's shoulder, the other jumping slightly at the physical contact. "You don't need them anyways—I can replace them easily," Yao showed no resistance to the idea.
III
Alfred jumped up onto the row of crates along the wall of the hangar, pulling out his cellular.
[Alfred]
dude ur not at the hanger. wer r u?
He sent the message and pocketed his phone, leaning back on his elbows lazily and watched Francis, David, Matthew and Arthur move around and about the hangar. Francis was working on some of the rigs they were going to hook up to the planes for the dogfight simulations, Matthew walking back and forth as he retrieved tools for Francis.
With a sigh, he pulled his phone back out, feeling lazy at the moment.
[American Idiot]
hey arty im bord
[Artie]
Have you become so lazy that you can't even hold a verbal conversation with me when we're in the same place?
[American Idiot]
uh yah…maty and me r levng 4 florda on friday actaly jus so u no
[Artie]
Fix your spelling and grammar.
[American Idiot]
no
[American Idiot]
hey, wen r u gonna get out of that weelchar?
[Artie]
They said if things go good, in between the end of April and the beginning of May.
Alfred grinned and sat up from his original position, holding his phone out in front of his face. It originally had been around June, but now Arthur was saying in about a month he'd be out—if things went good. He couldn't wait for Arthur to finally get out of that nuisance, it was really starting to bug him.
[American Idiot]
EPIC KICK ASSERY!1!
[Artie]
Sure.
"What do you mean sure?" Alfred asked, Arthur looking over at him.
"Oh, so now you choose to be verbal?" Arthur asked and Alfred simply grinned and shrugged his shoulders. They both snapped their mobiles shut, Arthur shoving his into his pocket while Alfred set his on the spot next to him on the crate.
"Oh hey Artie! I want you to come over to my place once we leave here!" Alfred announced, grinning giddily as he slid off of the crate and bound over to his handicapped boyfriend.
"Any specific reason?" Arthur asked as the American stopped once he was right next to him. Alfred shook his head, though his grin never disappeared, so Arthur figured that Alfred was being secretive—he decided not to pry though. "Alright then, help me up," Arthur requested and Alfred did just that.
"We gonna fly?"
"Yup, goggles are where they always are," Arthur nodded his head once he was seated in the cockpit of the Jungmann, Alfred jumping into the second one soon after. "We're off guys!"
"Alright," Francis waved a hand in the air while David stood up straight from his bent over position as he checked out the tail of his plane. Matthew grinned at Alfred who returned the gesture enthusiastically along with giving his cousin a thumbs up as Arthur guided the plane out of the hangar.
III
"Alright Artie, I'm gonna introduce you to someone!" Alfred grinned excitedly as he stepped up the steps that led to the front door to his house. Arthur cocked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything when the American opened the door, whistling loudly after he did so. There was a brief moment of nothing before something white bound over to the entrance they were at.
With a huge grin, Alfred scooped the white puppy up. "Say hi to Iggy~!"
"Iggy? Why the hell did you name it that?" Arthur asked as Alfred struggled to keep the energetic animal in his arms as it wiggled around in an attempt to get at the shorter of the two.
"What? I think it's a cool name," Alfred nuzzled his face into the puppy's fur before looking back at Arthur. "Wanna hold him?"
"What? Oh, no I'm fine Alfred," Arthur shook his head. "Help me in first."
"Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that, one moment," Alfred entered the house to likely put Iggy in a crate before returning to the front door and helping Arthur into his home mainly because he didn't have a ramp. "Dude, he's super cute though isn't he?"
"Uh, sure," Arthur muttered as he and Alfred sat down in the middle of the living room, his wheelchair folded up and placed off to the side. Alfred disappeared around a corner for a brief moment, the sound of clicking before the white puppy bound back into the living room, jumping up on Arthur who clearly didn't approve. "Augh! I didn't know German shepherd's came in white," he grunted as he shoved Iggy off of him.
"What? Oh yeah they do, but this is an American-Canadian White shepherd," Alfred grinned. "God, it was so easy agreeing on this one with Mattie!" he continued before patting the ground to get the puppy's attention. "Iggy's a good puppy? Yes you are~"
Arthur simply watched and continuously told himself that he wasn't jealous of Iggy. Alfred and his new dog roughhoused while Arthur sat by, getting a bit of attention from Iggy before the puppy returned its attention to Alfred to chew on the American's socks or fingers.
After a bit of playing, Alfred managed to tire out Iggy and he sat up, fixing the position of his glasses that had gone crooked in the midst of his puppy wrestling. "Are you sure you don't wanna hold him?" he asked, hugging Iggy close to his chest.
"Uh, no thank you," Arthur muttered.
"What? But how can you say no to this face?" Alfred asked in disbelief, holding up Iggy so that Arthur was staring at his puppy face. "He's so cute! Come on, at least give it a try," Alfred continued, handing Iggy to Arthur.
With a grunt, he got the dog fixed into a more comfortable holding position, his back propped up against the couch behind him. "He's heavier than he looks…"
"I know right?" Alfred asked, crawling forward so that he was resting on his stomach. "When I first picked him up it was like—whoa!" Alfred grinned, reaching out to scratch the puppy's head. "He'll get as big as Liberty was, maybe even bigger since he's a guy and guy dogs get bigger than girl dogs."
"Just like humans," Arthur hummed and Alfred nodded his head.
"Oh, dude, did you see Yao after lunch or anything? I sent him over to go talk with Ivan since if we did, it'd only end in fighting and shit," Alfred started. "So when I didn't see him at the hangar, I texted him and he hasn't replied yet, so I'm just wondering."
Arthur sighed and shook his head. "Uh, no, I haven't seen Yao unfortunately—I did talk briefly with him during lunch, but he left right away," he said and Alfred hummed thoughtfully. "Anyways, we don't really need to talk about that right now—who's going to take care of him when you and Matthew go to Florida?"
"Psh!" Alfred grinned toothily at his boyfriend. "You and Bonerfoy of course!"
"Wha—? Hell no!" Arthur wailed, Iggy snapping to attention at the sudden increase in volume. "I don't know how to take care of a canine! Get a professional to do that or something!"
"Oh come on! He has to get used to you and Bonerfoy if Mattie and I will be with you guys and he needs to trust you too! It's going to be no sweat, promise!" Alfred whined, giving Arthur his own pair of puppy-dog eyes. "Please? It's only for eight days! That's not too much for you right?"
Arthur was silent for a moment before he let out a sigh of defeat. If Alfred already had it planned out, might as well not argue. "Fine…"
"Great!" the American sat up immediately. "I typed out a little manual for you two to follow so you don't forget my verbal instructions."
"Believe it or not, Francis and I aren't that dumb…" Arthur muttered and Alfred snickered at the pilot's words.
He tugged Arthur into a one armed hug. "Aw, no prob man! I'll make the text extra-large so you two can read it too!" he joked and Arthur huffed, shoving Alfred off of him before setting Iggy on the ground.
"Ugh, might as well tell Francis this if Matthew hasn't already…" Arthur uttered under his breath as he pulled out his phone.
[Angleterre]
We're taking care of Alfred and Matthew's dog while they're gone.
[French Pervert]
Yeah, Matthew just told me right now…
[French Pervert]
I'm assuming they're both in synch with what they tell us. :P
[Angleterre]
Maybe…That'd be kind of weird, but okay.
"Yup, Francis already knows," Arthur sighed as Alfred peeked at the screen.
"Dude, you should totally change his name to Bonerfoy, it's so much better than French Pervert," Alfred voiced his opinion. "Hey, what's my name on your phone?" he then asked, grinning toothily at his boyfriend.
"American Idiot," Arthur deadpanned and Alfred fell silent for a moment before he broke out laughing. Iggy got up on his hind legs and began licking at Alfred's face, probably thinking that the sound he was making was weird and was going up to investigate.
"Dude, that's awesome! Keep it, I like it!" Alfred grinned before he began singing the chorus to American Idiot. "Ha, ha! Have anything else that's creative?"
"No, Matthew is Matthew, Yao is Yao, you and Francis are the only ones with interesting names," Arthur shrugged his shoulders.
"Aww, Bonerfoy and I special to ya?" Alfred grinned, throwing an arm around Arthur's shoulders. "That's so sweet of you Artie~! Let's see, Francis is Bonerfoy, you're Artie, Yao is Wang-Man, you know that Mattie's My New Therapist and I think that's it."
"Looks like I'm stuck with that wretched nickname…" Arthur muttered and Alfred simply pat the other on the shoulder with his free hand. "Ugh, so when are you leaving again? Just so I know when I should get ready for that little monster?"
"Iggy's not a monster! Oh, and I think you should have him at Bonerfoy's house since your dad might freak on you for bringing home a random dog…"
"Yup, ruin Francis's house sounds good to me," Arthur nodded his head. "His parents are going to be away from spring break, so we don't really need permission as long as we keep the house clean."
"Hah, don't forget to bring all of his toys then—he'll chew up anything," Alfred warned and Arthur didn't really seem to care. "Come on man, I'm serious, I don't want Iggy to think that chewing on cushions and furniture is okay."
"Fine, I'll make sure he chews only on his toys," Arthur waved a hand in the air almost carelessly. "Today's Wednesday right?"
"Yup—you have one day left of freedom~"
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American Idiot by Green Day
Lol—get ready for puppy chaos next chapter :3 Alright, all I need to do is cover the rest of the school year and their summer and this story is over D: The thought makes me really sad, but it has to end eventually. But if you really think about it, it may be quite a few chapters before I actually start 'counting down' or something like that. So please review, love to hear what you have to say and peace out my friends ;D
