The next morning, Alfred had to wonder, was all that angel business just a dream? He woke up on the couch the next morning, turned around to see no angel on his bed. Odd. Maybe he really did just fall asleep at some point at night and just dreamt it all up-
"Bloody hell, where is it..." the Brit whispered, rummaging through Alfred's drawers, rooms, every single thing Arthur could open, he checked.
"Huh? Aren't you that guardian angel dude?" So it wasn't a dream. He indeed met his 'guardian angel'.
"Guardian Angel?- O-oh, yeah. I'm your guardian angel. Ehehe.. Right.." Arthur stammered. He had almost forgotten his perfectly laid out plan to-
"Okay, well you better get dressed, we're goin' down for breakfast." Alfred eyed the Brit up and down, snickering to himself as he attained the mental image of the man going down to the breakfast hall in nothing but a toga.
Arthur blushed and sputtered incoherent insults along with angry protests, which Alfred ignored and simply went over to the small closet in the corner, took out a plain white shirt and started stripping off the shirt he currently had.
Arthur's blush only deepened as Alfred began stripping. "W-What the bloody hell are you doing!" and he quickly covered his eyes with his hands, turning his head to the side to face the wall.
Alfred quirked an eyebrow as he saw Arthur from the corner from his eye, then he smirked and walked over to the blushing Brit, completely shirtless.
"Heey, what's wrong? You're not used to watching me strip? But you're my guardian angel! I though you always 'watch over me'." he snickered as he hovered over Arthur, cornering the poor angel against the wall.
Arthur squeaked before growling and pushing Alfred away, stomping over to the other side of the room before bringing out a wand with a star on top. He tapped the wand on his toga and it poofed into a white button-up shirt with a sweater vest covering it along with gray pants and shoes. Well that solved the problem of buying the guy some clothes.
"There, i'm all dressed and ready to go. Will you just hurry up on put on your bloody shirt?" Arthur scowled in a way that made him look more embarrassed rather than mad.
Alfred chuckled and quickly slipped into the white t-shirt he brought out before grabbing his signature bomber jacket and slipping on his glasses. He grabbed Arthur's hand and quickly dragged him out of the room, chuckling at how fierce the Brit struggled to get his hand out of Alfred's, and that only made him clasp it tighter.
Alfred quickly ate his donut and downed his coffee. He was more concerned as to what Arthur was going to do while he was at work.
"What? What are you staring at? Do I have something on my face?" Arthur quirked an impressive eyebrow. Alfred was staring straight into those beautiful, emerald green eyes that were so vibrant and full of life.
"Hey, what are you gonna do while i'm at work? Are you gonna go with me or stay in the house or something?"
"Hm, well I already know my way around New York. Just give me the address to your building and maybe i'll visit you. But i'd rather stay behind." Arthur had better things to do. He had to find something and Alfred would only get in the way of his search for-
"Alright. Is there any way I can contact you? Y'know, just in case.. Since you're gonna be living with me and all."
"Ah- just, er, say my name. I'll probably hear it. I am your guardian angel after all." Arthur knew this was not true. Any regular angel would come to the call of their name if it was specifically directed to them.
"Right. So all I have to say is 'Arthur Kirkland' and you'll appear?"
"Yes. That's how it works."
"Alright." and Alfred got up from his seat and smiled at Arthur. "See ya later then, Arty!" and he jogged away from the site of a flailing Britain.
"Do you see those stars up there in the sky, Alfred? The brightest one in the middle? That one over there is your guardian angel. He will watch over you when I go..."
Arthur's eyes widened. That woman down there, the one that was scheduled to go in just a few hours, was referring to him as her child's guardian angel. Was she even allowed to claim some random angel as her son's guardian angel? She didn't even ask..
"Mommy, where are you going? I don't need a guardian angel if you're still here!"
Arthur flushed. That kid was a bit daft..
"Alfred... Mommy has to go somewhere very soon. And when mommy leaves, please be a good boy and take care of Matthew. Tell Matthew about the guardian angel up there..."
Ah, the older child, Matthew, was far more tolerable rather than this boy. Alfred, was it?
"Okay mommy! Oh, mom, if I wished hard enough, would that angel come down to play with us when we're bored?"
Arthur had to smile a bit at this. Of course, it wasn't possible for humans to even meet angels. Only through some special circumstances were they allowed to go down to Earth..
"Yes, Alfred. If you wish hard enough, and believe that the angel is there for you, he will definitely come down to play..."
Hm, what made her say so? This woman sounds so sure of herself about the rules of angels... It was strange, really.
"Awesome! Hey, mommy? Why are you crying?"
And her soul was taken hours after that. When the news reached the boy, Alfred, he was in a state of disbelief.
"What is dead? What do you mean dead? You mean i'm never gonna see mommy again? But I just saw her a while ago! She went in that room that you told me I wasn't allowed inside! What did you do to mommy?!"
The boy finally fell to his knees and cried on the side of the bed his mother used to lay down. Arthur's heart melted at that moment. As he heard the heart broken sobs coming from boy he felt his heart sink to the bottom of his chest, as if it was being weighed down by an anchor. He vowed to be the child's guardian angel as long as Alfred believed. And with that vow, he descended through spirit and gently wrapped his arms around the boy. Soothing him to sleep on the bedside.
Arthur was rummaging through Alfred's stuff again, going through every opening he could find. Under the bed, in the closet, through the drawers, in the fridge, in the medicine cabinet. Nothing. He couldn't find what he was looking for. Arthur sighed. At least he managed to clean the bloke's room. It was a terrible mess that was just begging to be cleaned. He managed to come across a box labeled 'Memories', though he didn't snoop around inside the box. He simply placed it in the closet, somewhere Alfred could see it.
Arthur wasn't looking for anything in particular. No, the reason he came down was not for Alfred either. He has used Alfred as an excuse for shelter while he searched for this 'missing something'.
Arthur was no longer Alfred's guardian angel. The day Alfred's father died was the day he completely shut him- no, not only him, everything, out of his life. So he simply used Alfred's lack of knowledge and faith to his advantage.
As for the thing Arthur was looking for, he wasn't entirely sure if it was a material item, a person, a feeling, a lesson.. It could have been anything! He just felt like he was missing something and he had to find whatever this something was.
Alfred opened the door, only to catch Arthur spacing out in the center of the room.
"Hey, you stayed here the whole day..?" Alfred examined his room. It was significantly cleaner than before... "And you cleaned the room? Wow.. T-thanks." he stammered, slightly embarrassed.
"No problem. I had free time anyway.." Arthur sighed. He absolutely can't let Alfred know what he was really doing there on Earth.
Alfred smiled slightly and grabbed a pair of boxers and a shirt, he turned to Arthur and quickly smiled "If you need to use the bathroom, feel free to do so. Just lock the door. And the bed is free for your use..." and he walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
Arthur had to shake his head. This man was absolutely ridiculous. A random man comes over unannounced, claiming that he was Alfred's guardian angel, and the man accepted him so willingly. Though he knew that at first, Alfred had the slight intention of reporting him to the news team so he could get big bucks fast. But for some reason, the bloke had completely abandoned the idea and simply let him stay. Arthur frowned. Either the git was really just that daft, or Alfred was blocking him out again and continuing on with his life. He thought that maybe, just maybe, Alfred really did need some help in some way.. But that was none of his concern.
He pulled out his wand and tapped his clothes and they instantly poofed into a pair of pajamas. He then crawled onto the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.
