Presenting the long awaited Chapter Eight of Rise of the Lion, I, Aki, give you, Chapter 8, That motha-effing letter

Chapter 8, The Motha-Effing Letter

William couldn't imagine, well, actually he could, but he didn't often get it. The point is, by some miracle he was SICK. SICK. As in with a bloody cold, just a day shy before the concert. Oh yeah, and he also had bigger problems on his plate.

He starred accusingly at the white envelope sitting seemingly innocently on the desk. He had found it on the entrance door to Arthur's office the day before when they were in rehearsals (they weren't so much as rehearsals honestly, but more like figuring out what the heck they were going to do). He swiftly grabbed it as he read the name that was written neatly at the front of the envelope.

To Will

He continued to glare at it as he grabbed a tissue from the roll of toilet paper he grabbed from earlier, blowing his nose as quietly as he could manage. He didn't know exactly how thin the walls were, however basing his observations on his, er, brothers (the term still sounded foreign to him) in recent events. Admitting he had somewhat of a cold would be...unwise. To say the least.

Will sighed as he chucked the wad of toilet paper into the nearby bin, allowing himself a little fist bump when the wad landed neatly into the bin. He plopped onto the office chair, and as comfortable as it was (what was it with the Kirklands and their comfortable chairs? Even the dining table had some pretty rump pain relieving chairs) his tense muscles didn't ease up as his right fist gripped at the edge of the arm bar.

"How the hell did he even find me?" He muttered to himself, using his free hand to message his temple in an attempt to relieve a headache. It did nothing, but it gave him something to concentrate on other than the letter. Soon enough, he gave into his curiosity and picked up the letter. By the corners, as if it was radioactive.

Carefully, he opened up the letter, slicing across the edge of the envelope as if it was a trigger for a hidden bomb. Which, given the circumstances, William wouldn't doubt. The ass had a flair for the dramatics worse than Loki of Asgard. From the Marvel series mind you, and that villain is, in Tony Stark MCU's words, "A full-tilt diva".

Thankfully, there were no sparkle bombs in this little piece of paper, but the card inside left him a tad more tense than he was a few minutes ago. What were those things on the commercials called again? The voice recorded envelopes? Well, whatever the case, he had no doubt that the ass would have used it without a second thought. So as a precaution, he smashed the envelope flat on the table. Listening carefully for any noticeable crunch sounds. None.

"William?! You alright in there?!"

Right, he actually expected that thankfully, "Yeah, fine! Hit my knee on the table trying to see how much weight it can hold!"

"…," well it certainly not the oddest thing I could do, Will thought to himself, it might have been a better idea to tell Arthur that I had banged my knee on the table or something.

"Alright! Just don't send yourself in the hospital, again!".

"Alright!" William turned his attention back onto the card, picking it up carefully with his thumb and pointer finger.

Ever so cautious (in these rare moments) William turned the card to face away from him before, slowly opening the card. Then he rotated it to have a look at the neat cursive that covered both sides of the card top-down. That was a surprise, Arse wasn't into writing. Much less cursive. There were many crossed out thoughts too.

It read: Dear Will,

Look, I know your angry with me, you leaving London was very much a pointed argument on it's own, and I shouldn't have pushed you to come and start living with me. Why are you sensitive about staying in one place? I should have known that with your background, and your quest to find your family...you would have wanted to keep moving forward. I would have helped you if you'd just stayed with me. If you're reading this, that means I've found you again. Rest assured I'm not letting you go disappear on me ever again. However, I will give you time, and space.

William snorted, how hilarious that he'd found Arthur and the others on accident, finding his family was his original intention sure. But he was originally only taking a travel break in this town when he walked into a depressed Arthur (he believed he fixed it quite well, but he'll keep an eye and an ear out, he still has to figure out why the hell the others just up and went all mean with him). None the less, he continued reading to see what else the arse had to say.

And chances are, if I do manage to find you, it's because you've made it easy on my end. So I don't expect to have a warm welcome in a couple of weeks, I don't want my meat ripped off from my bone thanks. But William Will, I have to be honest, I miss you. I miss the fact that you keep calling me an Ass, a Brat, or even when you called me a gigantic pain in the gluteus maximus (how you make it sound so easy to say I will never know), and I miss those times when you were a concerned boyfriend mothered me all the time when I couldn't get to sleep alright. I do sleep now (on fear that you'll come back solely just to use my ass as a kick bag) pretty normally considering who I am, but there you go. Honestly, I hope your sleeping well too Tree Monkey.

I've been good, I think the staff like me a whole lot better (seriously, what are you? Merlin? The staff hated me, and you managed to turn all that around in less than a year) but they all miss you, and your glorious grilled steak and your food, personally, I miss your godly, cooked to perfection, sirloin steak. Even my Mum loved it Will, my MUM. She doesn't like any meat usually.

William smirked at the information, the Brat's Mum was a health enthusiast. She was however mislead on the properties of tofu. There are some things that shouldn't be copied.

Anyway, I wish you luck.

Love, Alfred Osburh Wessex, your favorite Noble Asshole.

William breathed a sigh as he put the letter down. Massaging his eyes and heading to bed now that the most pressing matter was addressed, and then he shut off the lamp. With the most important thing done, William's eyes slid closed, and he promptly fell asleep.

He didn't really notice the Scotsman tiptoeing (badly, but he blamed it on the shitty day he's had and the damn NOT-cold) into his room and picking up the letter. Silently reading along to it as William slept. Allistor found it odd that the kid didn't snore, because they all did.

"Can't...survive...in the...streets...if...I...snore," William mumbled in his sleep, somehow answering Allistor's mental question.

That was totally not creepy as fuck.

A/N: I know this is short as heck, and I apologize for that, but at least it's something? -lasts nervously- anyway, EXCUSES. I've been busy with the transition and adjustment to a new school (I didn't move places, just moved schools, so I'm still in SOCAL) and adjusting to this new school life (and emotionally draining education and over all dealing with people's shiat) so thus is why i haven't really been updating on this (Also, I had to switch to a new laptop cause my old one wouldn't charge, so that chapter 8 is now lost in time and space) however, I now have an Archives of Our own that I DO update relatively regularly from time to time. (This account is neither being deleted nor neglected if I ever do update either RL or TKB, they will be seen here. Mind you the stories I have on that new account are not Hetalia related, but it's something I guess. (If you're curious about the stories anyway, it's Aki_the_Fangirl on Archives of Our own, I'll put it and other accounts I happen to have on the bio if your curious)

Anyway, thanks ya'll for reading this piece of absolute crud, and hopefully the new update is a lot closer in time windows then this. HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY FELLOW LONERS AND SENIOR (OR FRESH) COUPLES!