NOTE: This chapter is Alfred's point of view. I hope you enjoy this part.
Scribbling down the last of my notes, I stand up and gather up my paperwork. Sliding them into a locked drawer. I walk out and stroll down the hall. It was time for dinner for the house. I snicker at the thought of seeing my little maid at out dining room for the first time. It was the kitchen staff's job to make sure this dinner went well.
I walked inside the kitchen and was greeted by the great smell of pasta linguine. It wasn't my favorite, but Feliciano could cook it better then any other person in my life. I look around and see Yao setting up the table.
"Hello Mr. Jones, will you be dining alone or with others tonight?" Yao asked as he turned and noticed my presence. The truth was I usually ate alone and the others ate in the other dining room. Privacy was something I enjoyed , but I wanted Arthur to eat with me. It was only a polite welcome right?
"I'm going to be eating with Arthur so please set for two." I say and look to another one of my Kitchen staff. He was a bit creepy at times, but got the job done so the Russian was nice. At least when it came to a work focus. He smiled at me with his everyday sweet smile that scared Feliciano quite often.
"Ivan can you go get Arthur and tell him to come down for dinner?" Ivan nodded and he put down the knife he had been cutting with.
"Da." He said and walked out of the room. I watched until the doors closed and my vision was closed off. With a sigh I turned and saw Feliciano looking at me. He had a large smile of childish glee. He may seem like a little slow and goofy to work, but he could cook and that was all that mattered to me.
"Is there something you want to ask" Feliciano blinked and played with his curl. He laughed and his eyes were lit up with joy for being able to ask what was gnawing at his mind.
"Ve! Why did you bring Arthur here? Don't we have enough staff already?" He asked with a curious look. He was just interested to know. It had been hard to get a job here for each one of them, but this guy had been invited with no problem. He liked Arthur, he just wanted to get his facts straight.
"Well, it's more of a personal thing. I think he could be a valid help to me later on." Feliciano nods and is perfectly happy with he answer, much to my relief. While the others at the auction would of done awful things to Arthur as soon as they got him to their places, I was patiently waiting. Did that make me innocent with me desires? Not in the slightest bit, but I would wait. I had to wait for him to come around. He was going to no matter what. That was just how it was going to be.
The doors opened and in came Arthur with Ivan right behind him. He looked confused why he was being summoned to eat. He made me chuckle on the inside. It was an adorable thing to stare that. Well, he was in general. I walk over to him with a welcoming smile. He glanced up at me and then looked to his side.
"Why did you call me Al- Master Jones?" Arthur said looking at him with his arms across his chest. He bit his lip slightly and hand a tiny tint of pink on his cheeks. Was just seeing me able to do that? That was a definite good sign.
"Since this is your first official day here I want to dine with you. Is that alright?" I asked with slight smugness at the end. It wasn't his choice to decide if it was alright since, in the deal of the auction, I own him anyways. He looks in my eyes and nods lightly flushed.
"Whatever." He said and I laughed softly. I start to walk to our set dinner and he trails behind slowly. I take my seat and his is right next to me. He plops himself down and keeps his legs close. By sitting down his dress was up higher on his legs. I glance down and just turn back to him and smile. He gives me an odd look with his cheeks red.
"Excuse me, but I think my face is here." He said and turned away to look at the plate of food set out in front of him. He reaches for a fork , but then takes his hand back and keeps it on his lap. He was so humble it made me want to break my own plan. His such sweet innocence level grew and it was tempting. Almost too tempting truthfully.
"Are you hungry?" I ask and take my fork and hold it in my hand. He watches as I place it into my pasta and swirl it around to get the sweet meal on the fork. With the fork next to my mouth I slowly place the pasta in my mouth. He blushed a bright red color, but doesn't move his gaze.
"Y-yeah…." Arthur trailed off and grabbed his own utensil. He glanced at me and I pretended to be going for another forkful of pasta. He twirled his own fork carefully and lifted it up to his lips. Arthur then took I the mouthful of pasta and munched on it quietly. Even if it was only something simple like eating it was intriguing. I ate a bit more of my own and we continued on eating in silence. It was a comfortable quiet though.
As we finish up I notice that Arthur had a smudge of sauce on the side of his mouth. I keep quiet and we walk down the hall and leave the cleaning of our meal to the kitchen staff that was in their job. Arthur stays quiet and keeps his eyes ahead and off of me. It bothers me a bit so I stop and stand in front of him. He blinks and stops in his tracks.
"What are you doing?" Arthur asked a bit irritated. I chuckle and lift his chin up with my hand. He quickly shuts up and his face lights up in a deep shade of red. He looks at me with his emerald green eyes waiting to see what I was going to do. I lean in so close that are noses touch. You could hear the fastening of his breaths. With a few more inched I stick out my tongue and lick off the sauce right next to his lips. He freezes and I pull away.
"You had something on your face Artie." I say and grab his wrist. He is already so red I was shocked to see him get even redder. He allows my pulling and we soon land to the destination. It was Arthur's room and we both go inside. I sit down with him on the bed and he shifts looking uncomfortable.
"Well, I think I should be going to my own room." I say and stand up only getting a few steps out before feeling a hand grasp my wrist. Arthur pulls on my wrist and I turn around. He looks at the floor as he speaks.
"C-can you stay a little longer?" His tone was light ,but I could hear it with ease. He gasps as I pull him down with me as I lay on the bed. He blushes with a glare in his eyes. He tried to get up , but I put my hands around his waist and kept him down laying on top of me on his back.
"Do you have something we can do?" I ask and he thinks it over. He was in his own world concentrating. He then points to the table next to my side of the bed. The book he was borrowing was on it. I reach and grab it. He had already started it because their was a folded page to keep his place.
"Do you want to read together?" I ask. He nods and takes the book from my hands. He goes to the page he was on and then glances up at me.
"I'll just tell you what has happened in the first through chapters." I listen carefully as he explains all about the abduction of the girl and all that has gone on in her journey so far. He seemed very excited to be talking about it. I was glad to see him liking something so much. When he finishes up and keeps the book open wide I pull him on me more so his head was on my chest.
"This will make it easier to read." He goes along with it and we read together silently. It got darker outside yet I never really noticed. Eventually, I heard a soft snore and saw that Arthur had fallen asleep. I laugh and pull on the covers so they are over both of us. He nuzzles up to me in his sleep and I blush. I keep my arms around him and take off my glasses and place them and the book back on the table.
"Night Arthur." I whisper in his ear.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay it took a lot longer then expected to update so I apologize for that. I am trying to get a better rate at updating, but am failing so I plead for forgiveness! Anyways, did you like the first chapter with our American's view? (Though his longing for Arthur can get slightly creepy xD) I am trying to get better with these chapters so I hope you enjoyed this one! Also, reviews make a writer's day.