I'm so sorry for the delay in updates lately, I do have a good excuse though, haha, at the moment I'm working really hard on my ROTG Jack Frost cosplay, it's going really well so I've been just a little preoccupied, again though super sorry!
I hope you like this chapter~
Everyone says that loves hurts, but that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Everyone confuse these things with love but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again. - Unknown.
Sunday, is a day reserved for holy activities such as church or sleeping in.
For the Jones' family however, this relaxing day is a time for pure all-American football.
Alfred F. Jones was excitedly making all kinds of snacks for the game today. His favorite team the Dallas Cowboys were playing and he was seriously pumped for his team to kick major butt. Alfred made tons of popcorn bags and poured chips into a bowl when his brother, Matthew came down into the kitchen adjusting his glasses in a tired fashion.
"Good morning, Al'." Matthew greeted nodding at the tray of food Alfred was holding. "For football? The game doesn't start till a hour or so." Matthew said as he grabbed a fresh red apple to eat instead of the carb loaded junk his brother was holding.
Alfred just gave his look alike twin a sheepish grin. "Well. I know Arthur likes to come early to stuff, so I went ahead and made some snacks, plus y'know me, I have a big appetite!" Alfred said laughing as he patted on his fit stomach.
Matthew just shook his head wondering how on earth his twin could eat so much and not gain a single pound, it really was strange.
The purple eyed brother did however feel himself resist the urge to roll his eyes at the thought of Arthur, he really wasn't looking forward to another stressful day with the Brit. Whenever they got together, it was either Arthur scaring the living daylights out of Matthew to get alone time with Alfred or now recently Matthew and Arthur (and Ivan too apparently) fighting and sending each other death threats in the background while Alfred laughs like it's some sort of game.
It was just fucking nerve wrecking to be honest.
Alfred went to place the food tray on the coffee table as the doorbell rang making Alfred grin.
"Comin' Iggy!" Alfred yelled wiping his hands off on his dark wash jeans before going to unlock the door for his friend who as he predicted got there early.
Alfred saw Arthur smiling holding a tupper ware container filled with scones and grimaced in absolute horror as he saw they were the size of hockey pucks and were actually completely burnt black.
Was that smoke inside the container?!
Arthur saw the look on Alfred's face and his larger dark eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong, Alfred?" He asked sounding annoyed at the look the younger teen was giving him.
Alfred quickly smiled nervously. "U-Uh nothing, just lookin' at the delicious scones you made, yum!" Alfred lied saving himself from getting scolded at his lack of manners when he saw Arthur's face soften and the blond practically beam at him.
"Why, thank you, Alfred! I know how much you love my cooking!" Arthur said flushing looking all too pleased with Alfred's answer as he handed Alfred his coat and walked inside the all too familiar house.
Alfred placed Arthur's jacket on the coat rack and walked his friend inside. "Are you excited for the game today, Artie! It's going to be totally awesome." Alfred gushed his blue eyes twinkling as he talked about one of his favorite things. Sports.
Arthur gave a slow nod. "Yes, of course Alfred." Arthur lied, the same way Alfred did with his cooking. Arthur didn't give a flying shit about the American crap they mistakenly called football but he would never, ever miss a chance to be with his Alfred.
Arthur felt a cold presence enter the room and he glanced at Matthew in annoyance. Matthew faked a smile and nodded at Arthur.
"Hello, Arthur." He said plainly slowly taking the tupper ware container from Arthur's hand into his own looking disgusted, as soon as the Canadian saw Alfred's worried face he flashed a smile. "I'll take these into the kitchen for safe keeping, I guess?" Matthew murmured although it was really a question he was confused at how someone could actually make something so bad.
Arthur nodded and forced a smile. "Hello to you too, Matthew." Arthur answered his mouth tightening in irritation for his time with his sunny blond being interrupted.
Arthur did smile genuinely as soon as Matthew was gone with the scones looking at his cute blue eyed boy who was grinning like a maniac in pure excitement.
"I can't wait till Vanya gets here." Alfred said glancing at the clock pursing his lips childishly in impatience.
Arthur tilted his head wondering who on earth this 'Vanya' was, he already had to deal with some stupid Russian, some crazy ass twin who had it out for him and now someone else? He was seriously going to kill someone someday.
"Who's Vanya, Alfred?" Arthur asked trying to keep the twinge of jealousy out of his voice though he was sure Alfred wouldn't have noticed it anyways.
Alfred just smiled. "Ivan, duh! Vanya is his nickname." Alfred explained laughing not sensing Arthur's possessiveness grow by the second.
Arthur glared at the floor, now Braginski has his Alfred making him use some sort of stupid pet name?!
Arthur was just ready to bang his head on the wall when the doorbell rang making Alfred raise a eyebrow.
"I wonder who's here?" Alfred muttered walking towards the door and looking out the peep hole. Arthur could see a smile materialize on Alfred's face before he opened the door.
Arthur felt his eyes widen and his smile dissipate as he saw the one person he thought wouldn't be coming until a hour or so appear right in front of him.
Ivan.
Damn Russian.
After Ivan arrived early just as Arthur had they were sitting on the couch with the object of their affection sitting in between them oblivious to the rising tension in the room.
Arthur was beyond frustrated watching Ivan besides his love, Arthur had been pursuing a relationship with Alfred for as long as he could remember and it was irritating the way people thought they could just pop in to to Alfred's life and expect to love the lad as much as Arthur loves him because it was purely impossible.
No one could love Alfred as much as Arthur could, in Arthur's mind it was delusional to think otherwise.
Arthur blamed it on how attractive Alfred F. Jones really is. People were drawn to him in the first place because of his appearance which Arthur could understand. Alfred was the most beautiful person in the whole town in his mind and personally the whole entire world he thought, but Arthur had known Alfred since before he was old enough to even register how cute the boy was at that age.
Arthur fell in love with Alfred because of who he really was not these cheap fake people who wanted to be with him just to shag the innocent boy.
Arthur felt his eyebrows furrow in disgust. He would never ever let anyone touch Alfred that way it was something that would be reserved for Arthur one day when Alfred was ready and not to some ugly whore Arthur thought as he glanced at Ivan with annoyance.
When the game finally started it was deathly quiet in the room (well besides Alfred's screaming at the opposite team for being jerk faces and injuring one of the Cowboy's players) Matthew was sitting on the plush red chair closest to Ivan seeming to be keeping a close eye on both the Russian and the Brit at the same time.
Arthur rolled his emerald orbs at how protective the other twin was being, usually it was Alfred behaving this way when that stupid Prussian or French kid came to visit.
Alfred let out a sound of pure joy as his team scored a touch down or something, Arthur really didn't understand how American football worked but considering how happy Alfred looked at the moment he figured it was something good.
Alfred grinned ear from ear and jumped up and did some adorable dance looking victorious. "Did you guys see that?! It was so awesome!" Alfred exclaimed turning around to look them in the eye his attractive face rivaling the sun at the moment at how pure and happy he looked making Arthur stare in complete awe.
Alfred was just perfect.
Arthur's moment of adoration was cut all too short as he heard, Ivan next to him chuckle.
"Yes, Fredka. It was a good play." Ivan replied looking amused at Alfred's excitement.
Arthur scowled at him and quickly forced a smile when he caught Alfred looking at him.
"I agree." Arthur said plainly looking back at Alfred who was still dancing since it was a commercial break and his team just pulled ahead. Arthur was hoping to start another less American football related conversation but felt himself lose focus as he watched Alfred bounce around the room like a sugar high toddler. Arthur had lost all concentration as he watched Alfred's shirt lightly slide up as he danced jovially revealing subtle peeks at his tanned honey skin and fit stomach.
Arthur heard Matthew cough loudly and looked to see Ivan slowly turn away from the beautiful sight to look at Matthew's un-amused face. Arthur scowled realizing Ivan was also just watching Alfred's adorable dancing and now Arthur could just feel the protective vibes radiating from the Canadian next to him who abruptly pulled Alfred back down to sit back in his seat.
Alfred made a 'oomph' sound as he fell back into the soft furniture in surprise. "Awh, Mattie! I didn't think my dancing was that bad!" He exclaimed laughing in a amused way not noticing the looks of wonder struck on the Brit or the Russian face besides him or the look of pure stress on his twin brother who was wondering how to keep these horny bastards away from Alfred without killing anyone.
Alfred made a sound of excitement as the football game came back on. "Yes! You got this Cowboys!" He yelled at the screen jumping back up to cheer on the play giving everyone behind him a rather nice view.
Arthur found himself watching Alfred's nice bum in front of him much more than the actual game even Ivan who was a football player was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the television screen and not on Alfred's incredible ass. He did try however cause he was trying to stay on Alfred's brother's good side and not end up getting murdered with a hockey stick at the end of today.
Matthew just face palmed and slumped against his seat as he watched two guys directly ogle his oblivious brother's butt and wondered how someone related to himself, an A plus honor student could be so stupid and not realize what was going on.
Suddenly the Cowboys scored a touchdown and Alfred cheered loudly waking the other two men behind him out of their awe for a second and they gave fake half-hearted clapping and sounds of excitement to not look suspicious.
It was going to be a long day.
I'm sorry that this was kinda a filler chapter, I've been in a writing slump lately so I'm slowly getting back out of it, I promise next chapter will more exciting, I have some stuff planned~
Also just saying, I know absolutely nothing about American football (I do know a lot about European football however, haha) so sorry if I said something not correct.
Thanks so much for all the reviews and the support guys, I love waking up to new reviews because it really helps me find motivation to keep up with this story so thanks for everything, I love ya'll! (:
Until next time! (next time being soon, hopefully!)