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"Hey Artie, do ya know what day it is tomorrow?" Alfred asked, his arm wrapping around Arthur's shoulder. The two of them were sitting in an abandoned classroom (even the teachers didn't know about this room, it was that unused and well hidden) together on the window ledge as they had a free period (Matthew went to spend his free period with Gilbert) together. Arthur looked at Alfred and nodded.
"February 14th. Why do you ask?" Arthur asked in return.
"Dude, it's not just February 14th, it's Valentine's Day!" Alfred exclaimed in slight shock.
"Yes, I know that. I don't understand why you look so shocked, though." Arthur added. Arthur had never spent Valentine's Day with anyone special before. The only time he spent the holiday with someone was when Adelaide's health was deteriorating rapidly and she wanted to see the park that day. Arthur remembered her smile as he guided her around in her wheelchair.
"Artie, what do couples do on Valentine's Day?" Alfred asked. Arthur had a sudden urge to give him a stupid answer, as Alfred's question needed a stupid answer.
"Are you asking me on a date then, Alfred?" Arthur asked slowly, opening his notebook. Alfred chuckled.
"No duh, Sherlock. It's true what they say about blondes, huh?" Alfred asked, ruffling Arthur's hair.
"Well, this blonde will give you a good kick up your arse if you try to say blondes are dumb again." Arthur said in a slightly stern voice as Alfred kissed Arthur on the cheek. Arthur blushed heavily with a small smile on his face.
"Hey, that's not nice!" Alfred cried out. Arthur laughed lightly.
"You daft sod, I was only joking with you." Arthur said softly, resting his head on Alfred's shoulder. He enjoyed these moments with Alfred, just the two of them in a secluded place with no one to intrude. It made Arthur feel content and at ease. Alfred kissed Arthur on the lips softly, his arms wrapping around Arthur's waist securely as he stood up. Arthur kissed him back hard, his eyes fluttering close. He never really understood how Alfred was so good at kissing, even though he knew he kissed Natalie quite a lot when the two of them were dating.
After a few minutes of kissing, Alfred pulled away, but for some reason had a soft frown on his face.
"Artie, can I tell ya somethin'?" Alfred asked. What it Arthur, or did Alfred sound a bit worried... a little bit afraid? Arthur frowned at him.
"What is it?" Arthur asked. There was a long pause.
"I'm kinda worried about Mattie." Alfred said finally. Arthur suddenly remembered Matthew's wrists.
"Well, what makes you worry about him, then?" Arthur asked slowly.
"He's not really been right for a while, ya know. I mean, he would usually take the piss out of me for eating a lot of McDonalds-" Alfred gabbled.
"At least you admit to that." Arthur mumbled.
"Hey! Well, he used to take the piss out of me sometimes, but now he isn't really talking to me. He just stays in his room with his bear and doesn't come down to eat with us." Alfred said softly, looking thoroughly depressed. Arthur stayed silent. He understood why Alfred was so worried. The two of them came across as twins in a way. It was like Arthur's relationship with Peter; it was something that shouldn't be tampered with.
"Mom thinks he's being stubborn and attention seeking and I thought that at first as well. But then…" Alfred whispered, scratching his arms. He looked as if he had said enough to Arthur.
"Then what?" Arthur asked.
"… I found a knife in his room." Alfred mumbled. Arthur felt the colour drain from his face. So Alfred had found out the hard way it seemed. Arthur didn't say anything, as he didn't tell anyone about Matthew's self-harming, mainly because he didn't want to say that Amelie was probably one of the reasons why he was self-harming himself. And there was also the fact that Arthur didn't know why Matthew self harmed himself.
"Well, have you talked about it to Matthew?" Arthur asked. Alfred nodded in a small way.
"I tried, but he told me that he didn't have any idea about how the knife got there." Alfred grumbled. Arthur nodded. It sounded like Matthew to say that. Matthew had a way of making himself sound believable in some situations.
"Hmm, well, I would try talking to him again and standing your ground with him." Arthur said firmly. Alfred didn't reply but furrowed his eyebrows. There was the sound of the school bell ringing, breaking the straining silence. Alfred bounced up onto his feet.
"It's Physical Ed. now, right?" Alfred asked, grabbing his sports bag. Arthur nodded at him.
"If I remember correctly, yes." Arthur replied dully as they walked out of the classroom. The two of them made their way to the changing rooms, and Arthur held his breath as the rancid stench of body odour and mouldy clothes engulfed him. Sometimes he wondered if all of the boys were just primates who didn't wash themselves.
"Fucking hell, it stinks in here." Arthur snarled as he pinched his nostrils tightly, relieved that he and Alfred were the only ones in there.
"Nah, that's the smell of men." Alfred said with a loud laugh as he closed the door behind them. Arthur rolled his eyes as he thought that he heard a small click.
"It's the smell of B.O." Arthur grumbled as he leaned against the wall. Alfred took his jacket off and pulled his shirt over his head. Alfred looked at Arthur and frowned.
"Artie, aren't you doing sports today?"
"Well, yes I am. I just don't like getting changed in front of people." Arthur replied. What Arthur said was true of course; the scars on his back were still there, and the doctors at the hospital said that the scars were most likely permanent. Alfred laughed.
"Dude, you sounded just like a girl! It's just me anyway." Alfred snickered.
"No, Alfred." Arthur snapped sharply. Alfred made a whining noise.
"C'mon, you've seen me shirtless tons of times before." Alfred cooed, cornering Arthur suddenly. Arthur felt his heart racing at its maximum speed.
"Those times were different! You chose to strip in front of me to try to arouse me!" Arthur exclaimed.
"It almost worked though, until that bear bit my leg." Alfred added darkly, his hands on Arthur's hips. Arthur's face flushed red. Why did Alfred have to be so attractive without his shirt on?
"A-Alfred, what if someone walks in-?" Arthur asked in a low voice.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell ya. Physical Ed. got cancelled because it was too cold." Alfred cooed sinisterly. Arthur's eyes widened in fury.
"What?" Arthur yelled.
"Oh, and I locked the door as well." Alfred added innocently.
"You fucking little bastard-!" Arthur snarled. Alfred sealed his lips over Arthur's suddenly, and Arthur felt his heart stop for a second. Alfred's eyes were closed as his hands travelled towards Arthur's belt buckle. Arthur tried to push Alfred away, but stopped as soon as Alfred started kissing his neck. Arthur felt uncomfortable shivers crawl down his spine. He experienced something like this before.
"A-Alfred… s-stop it right now…" Arthur stammered softly, his face pale.
"Aww, c'mon Artie." Alfred murmured, biting Arthur slightly. Arthur breathed in sharply and pushed Alfred in the chest hard.
"No!" Arthur cried out fearfully, eyes wide in fear. For a second he imagined seeing Allistor appearing out of nowhere. He remembered those worse times where he wouldn't beat him, but he would make Arthur do things that he didn't want to do; things that he couldn't forget for the life of him. But as he saw Alfred stumble backwards away from him, Arthur remembered that Alfred wasn't like Allistor.
"Artie, what the hell? That hurt!" Alfred exclaimed with a slight frown, rubbing his chest. Arthur wrapped his arms around himself and sunk to the floor slowly with Alfred staring at Arthur with a confused look on his face.
"I-I'm sorry… i-it's just that… that… my father…" Arthur mumbled softly, his body trembling. He couldn't get the words out, but his body language seemed to have broadcasted it out loud; Alfred's face had gone a deathly pale.
"Artie… d-did he…?" Alfred stammered. Arthur didn't reply, but nodded meekly. Arthur felt strong arms wrap around him tightly. Arthur's eyes widened as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Oh, shit. Artie, I didn't know that he did that to ya… You should have told me, ya know?"
"I'm sorry." Arthur said in a soft child like voice.
"Dude, it wasn't your fault though. So I don't know why you're apologizing. I mean, you didn't want to be raped, right?" Alfred asked softly. Arthur shook his head slowly.
"See? You did nothin' wrong, Artie. You don't need to apologize." Alfred said gently, cupping Arthur's face in his eyes, his blue eyes glowing at him lovingly. Arthur felt tears roll down his cheeks again and burrowed his head into Alfred's shoulder as he clung onto him tightly and cried on his shoulder. He was glad in a way that he told someone about Allistor's actions towards Arthur. Arthur would tell him that it wasn't right, that what Allistor was doing was just sick and twisted in so many ways. But then Allistor would threaten Arthur saying that he would include Peter if Arthur repeated what happened to anyone else. Arthur tried to see it as a way to protect Peter.
He thought of it as a way of keeping his promise to Adelaide.
"T-Try not to bring t-this up a-around Peter. H-He doesn't a-actually know t-that…" Arthur stuttered. Alfred stroked the back of Arthur's head gently.
"It's OK, Artie. Your secret's safe with me." Alfred replied in a gentle voice. Arthur felt his heart racing suddenly. He sent a silent thanks to God for bringing Alfred into his life.
I'M BACK BROS. AND THE FIRST THING I DID WAS SEE MY FRIENDS WHO SCREAMED IN JOY FOR NOT SEEING ME FOR A MONTH. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE /shot
A depressing chapter even though I am not feeling depressed. I think it's because I've been listening to "Gomen ne, Gomen ne" on repeat. Although there is no cannibalism in this fanfiction ._.;
Also, I'm thinking of starting a new fanfiction, which will either be PruCan, Spamano or GerIta. I'll be putting up a poll for you guys to vote which pairing it should be.
Well, I'm off
PEACE, xoxo