A/N: So I just realized that isn't putting these little things in that signify a time skip. I hope none of you get too confused with this. I'll try something else and see if it works. Just bear with me here.
"Artieeeeeeeeee! Wake up, wake up, wake uupp!" Arthur groans as the Americans' loud voice booms through the room. He picks up a pillow and throws it at him. "G'way 'm tryin' ta sleep." Arthur rolls over and buries his face in another pillow only to have it ripped out from under him.
He sits up and glares at the smiling American, "what the bloody 'ell was that for!?" Alfred laughs and holds up Arthurs' cell phone. "Get up if you ever want to see your precious phone again." He blinks at the American teen, he wouldn't dare. Arthur sighs and grabs his crutches, "why are you getting me up so early in the morning? And why am I still at your house? I thought you were going to call me mum and see when she wants me back." He narrows his eyes at Alfred but then relaxes.
"My mom said she called her last night after we fell asleep. Your ma said that you could stay over as long as yer back by dinner. So you ain't got nuttin to worry about." He smiles at the Brit and opens the door, "I'll be in the shower. Ma's down in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You can help if ya want or just wait at the table." He grabs a pile of clothes and goes into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.
Arthur sighs and slowly makes his way downstairs, into the kitchen where he sees Ms. Jones flipping a pancake over the stove. "Good morning Ms. Jones. Alfred said that you could use some help with breakfast?" He brings himself over to her and waits for an answer. Aria Jones smiles sweetly, "that would be just lovely Arthur dear. You can make the omelets while I work on the pancakes." She hands him a carton of eggs and a skillet.
After 10 minutes of trying to cook, Alfred comes down the stairs wearing nothing but his boxers. When Arthur sees him, his face turns bright red. "What in the blazes are you wearing Alfred?!" Why in the hell is he in his knickers?! Arthur quickly looks away and places the omelets on plates. He hears the American laugh, "well I am in my house. I can be in my underwear if I want."
"Alfred F. Jones, go put some pants on please." A shiver is sent down both of their spines when Aria scolds Alfred in such a calm tone. "Y-yes mom." He hears Alfred quickly run up the stairs and hears a door slam. She can be a scary woman. Arthur sets the full plates on the table and sits down at the end near the stairs.
"I swear, that son of mine can be a handful. But I love him." She lets out a small sigh and looks at Arthur, "I have to tell you something about my son before you two get too close." Arthur looks up at her with confusion clearly written on his face. Aria takes a deep breath, "when Alfred was younger and we lived with his father, he was around 5-7 years old. Martin, who was his dad, had sexually abused him. I know what Alfred and his friends have been saying to you at school. Please don't be mad at him for it. He has subconsciously grown to hate on homosexuals, because when the divorced happened, his father came out about being one. That is why I am so glad he has taken a liking towards you Arthur."
Aria takes Arthurs' hand and gives it a light squeeze. "I…I'm sorry for what happened to Alfred Ms. Jones. I'll try not to hurt him." She gives him a light chuckle and kisses his cheek, "my Alfred will need all the help he gets." They sit there talking for a few minutes until Alfred walked into the room with a somber smile on his face.
"So what's for breakfast?" He sits down next to Arthur and picks up a fork. Arthur looks at Alfred and sighs slightly, "I made omelets and your mum made pancakes. That is all. Don't eat everything like you do at school Jones." Aria laughs at the comment Arthur made at her son, who is now staring at Arthur in disbelief.
"I do not eat everything! Take that back Kirkland!" He points his fork at Arthur while trying to swallow his pancake. Arthur couldn't help but laugh, he then realized that this was the first time he had been happy since his mum had started dating Cyril. Maybe all I needed was a simple friend. "I don't have anything to take back Al-Fred. I was only stating simple facts on which I had seen with my own eyes that you, Alfred Jones, eat way too much." With the end of that sentence he took a bite of his own omelet.
During the remainder of breakfast, the two teens bickered back and forth, with pieces of omelet flying onto the table and Alfred saying "did you just feed me cow tongue smearing in pork grinds?" to which Arthurs responded "my cooking is bloody well. You sir, though, have no taste what so ever. My mum taught me to cook and she is a good cook too." This was accompanied by Aria's laughter.
After breakfast the two teens walked back up to Alfreds' room and resumed bickering until the Americans' phone went off. "Who's calling you this early in the morning on a Saturday?" Alfred shrugs and looks at the phone, all the color drains from his face as he answers the cell.
"Hey Gil. Why are ya callin' me so early in the morning?" Gilbert called him? I think I must have forgotten that he's friends with that lunatic.
"I can't come to your house right now. I'm busy. Yea, I know we gotta practice today. But later. Okay, see ya later dude. Bye." He hangs up the phone and tosses it on the bed. Arthur goes up to him and places a hand on his shoulder, "what did Gilbert want Alfred?"
"He wanted ta know if I could come over. I said no, and now he said he's on his way here. Simple as that Arthur." He looks at the shorter teen with a saddened smile on his face. "Don'cha worry Artie Imma keep him downstairs."
He smiles at Alfred and shakes his head, "that is quite alright. I must be getting home anyways. My mum wakes up around noon for tea and lunch. I have to cook for her, and if her husband is home today, then I will cook for him too. I appreciate the offer Alfred, but I must be going." Arthur grabs his bag and slings it over his arm.
"Will you be back later today?" He turns around and looks at Alfred who has clear worry in his eyes. "I'm sorry Alfred, but I will not be able to make it back today. You may come over if you like, we are neighbors after all. And we have the same classes, it's not like we'll never see each other again. Now I must get going before they wake up. Cheerio Alfred." Arthur smiles and then leaves the house.
A/N: I know they were just at school the day before, after they got off Christmas break. It's Saturday there because I usually go back to school on Friday. So I just used my schedule for this. R & R dudes.