Question: Should I have this story take place over years, or only while they're ten like I have them now? I would love your thoughts about that!
It took nearly two weeks for them to gather up the supplies that Lovino and Feliciano were supplying. Together, the brothers got paint of every color, sand paper for buff away scratches, and they even managed to get some of that clear paint that'll make the centaurs look all glossy and brand new. Apparently, their grandfather didn't even ask what the stuff was for, he just let them get whatever they want.
It didn't take them nearly as long for them to meet up one night. Since the path to the park was behind Alfred's house, at around ten o'clock at night they all just met up there and walked out into the woods. It was easier to find the path this time, but it was still another twenty minutes of walking before they reached their secluded park. They set up their lanterns and flashlights on the ground and pointed them at the carousel so that they would have both hands to paint and shine and buff.
"So have you guys thought of names for yours yet?" Feliciano asked suddenly, almost out of the blue. They turned to him, but honestly, no one had thought about giving their centaurs names.
"Huh?" Alfred was the first to respond, a confused look splashed across his face.
"I just think that we should all give them names! It'll name everything easier wouldn't it?"
"I guess your right. I'll name mine Arthur," Alfred proclaimed, picking up a piece of sandpaper. Before they did anything, they would have to get rid of the scratched so that the paint wouldn't have any bumps and lines. Alfred would have much rather preferred to start painting right away, but Mario and Luigi (as Alfred had so affectionately given them that nickname) insisted upon it.
"Ve~ Ludwig! He looked German so when we got home I looked up German names. He just looks like a Ludwig too," Feliciano said happily. he glanced at Lovino. "What about yours big brother?"
"Che, I guess Antonio," Lovino muttered, but it was obvious that he had put at least some thought into the name. Feliciano smiled at his brother, wrapping the other in a hug, ignoring Lovino's protests.
"Gilbert," Matthew said quietly. No one heard the poor boy, but for once he didn't really mind.
"I always liked the name Herakles. Like in the myth that we read in class," Kiku said as he stared up. Alfred jumped next to him.
"You mean like Hercules? Man that guy was awesome! All like no way man eating lions no one get past the hero!" Alfred yelled, striking his famous 'hero pose' that made everyone else just roll their eyes.
"No, Alfred-san, you misheard. Herakles. His name is Herakles," Kiku said the name slowly, as if that would help the word get past Alfred's thick skull. It didn't.
"That's what I said!" Alfred shouted.
"Kiku, you know Asian names correct? All the names that I know are Russia, besides ours of course," Ivan asked Kiku, breaking him out of the conversation that he was having with Alfred. Kiku turned to Ivan, trying to process the request.
"Huh?"
"Well he is Asian, da? So it's only fitting that mine has an Asian name. Will you help me?" Ivan smiled kindly at his friend. Well he thought it was kind, really Kiku was pretty scared by it.
"Eh...sure...how about Yao? That's a nice name right?" Kiku asked nervously. He got even more nervous when Ivan hesitated. But then Ivan nodded his head.
"Da, that is a nice name. His name is Yao-Yao," Ivan said affectionately. Kiku let out a sigh of relief.
The rest of the night was spent talking, eating the food that they had brought, and somehow finding time to work. They would stand with their centaurs and buff out the scratches, removing the paint that was chipping. Though they were only ten, and they could only bring themselves to work on their actual job for about half an hour at a time. Kiku was the most dedicated, he knew the job that he had and he did it thoroughly. Alfred and Feliciano found themselves dreaming off the most, because apparently doing what they were meant to was just to much work.
It was a good thing that he food that they had packed was mainly sugar, because otherwise they might have never made it through the night.
At three in the morning they all decided that they were done with their project for the night. The sugar that they ingested was beginning to wear off at this point, and they were almost dead on their feet. This time they could leave all the paint and supplies there so that they weren't dragged down by unnecessary weight. Yet by the time that they reached the back of Alfred's home, Lovino was carrying his brother and Ivan was giving Matthew a piggyback ride.
"Night guys! See you tomorrow, well today I guess," Alfred said, sneaking into his house. Everyone waved goodbye as they began to walk down the road. Ivan had promised that he would get Matthew home safely, and if there was anyone that you would want to have on your side in a dark alley it was Ivan.
Alfred opened one of the windows with a slight click, his feet landing a bit roughly on the carpet. For a moment he held his breath and listened, but when he didn't hear anything he went upstairs to his room. He had one of the nice rooms in the house, and it even had its own bathroom. Alfred brushes his teeth, washed his face, changed and was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.
Alfred didn't hear his mom cross the hallway over to his room, he didn't hear her open his door, and he didn't wake up when she sat down on the edge of his bed. Ms. Jones though was upset when she saw her son looking so tired. A noise had woken her up in the night, and she decided to check on him. She didn't think he would look so tired though.
Alfred would have to be a lot more quiet if he hoped to not wake his mom up again the next night that he and his friends decided to go out.
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