Seeing is Believing

Sum: Arthur is tired of people poking fun at his sight (seeing fairies and such?), so he decides to show them once and for all that his magic is real—by giving himself psychic powers. But they don't always work the way he wants them to…

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I sat, stone still, as I watched Topper work. But only half of me was paying attention. My mind was working out the details.

I had drunken the potion, which was supposed to give me psychic powers. But the only difference was that I could see how much of life was left for someone.

I was delighted as I thought of the fact of seeing how much Francis had left. Oi, that would be awesome to see. But something horrid, gnawing at me for my attention, was ruining the fun.

And then I realized what it was when I looked at my brother as he comforted the mother.

My brother only had five and a half hours left. Five and a half!!!!

My heart pounded as I thought of the prospect of Topper dying.

I cleared my head full of all the horrible thoughts as I watched him help the ambulance pack things up. I had to spend as much good time with him as possible, since he was only five hours away from—

And then I had one of those light-bulb moments. I could prevent it…

And suddenly I formed a plan of watching my brother's every move until the clock ticked close to zero. Then, whatever was supposed to kill him, I would prevent.

I didn't suspect that the time I had left with him would be filled with such boring and tedious things.

We mostly ran errands for most of the evening, and as his clock raced downward, my eyes grew heavy with tire.

Finally, when he only had ten minutes left, it was twenty past eleven. He glanced over at me while he drove, and, as the car slowed for a stoplight, he let out a sigh.

I looked at him curiously.

"Well, I suppose I could cook something instead of getting some fast food…"

And so, instead of turning when the light turned green, he drove forward.

I held my breath as suddenly the numbers dissolved. Then, suddenly, they reappeared, and the hour's place at a five-digit number.

I let out a sigh of relief. My brother had survived a near-death encounter.

And we didn't have to get any icky fast food for dinner.

As my brother brought in all of the groceries from the car, he handed me the TV remote and told me to 'relax' while he made dinner.

I knew he meant, 'Get some sleep or else I'll tan your hide.'

I flipped on the television and started surfing through channels. Just as a nice old-movies channel filled the screen, an emergency news report came on.

I glanced at the clock and realized that the time was at the moment where Topper's clock would've reached zero.

"It seems that there was a small bombing at the McDonald's at the corner of SW Fifth and Reno at eleven-thirty tonight. Six survived, with severe injuries, while nine received fatal injuries. Emergency forces have voiced their gratefulness that the fatality list hadn't reached the double digits—"

I was wide-eyed. It would've if Topper and I had gone there…

I was lucky that the news report ended right there, and it went back to 'Gone with the Wind.'

But I wasn't able to sit and 'relax.'

My brother had inadvertently saved his life, as well as mine.

And one thought began troubling me—

Was Alfred there?

I woke up dead tired at four o'clock in the morning, my mind not wanting to let my body sleep all night.

So, I did the only thing that I could think of.

I got onto the computer.

As soon as I logged onto Yahoo! Messenger (A/N: Copyrighted to Yahoo! Incorporated), thinking that maybe I could catch Kiku before he went to school (because he's all the way in Japan), a message filled the entire screen.

"hey iggy whazzup? :)"

I sighed in relief as I saw that said annoying American was alive.

"Are you okay? I thought you might've been at that McDonald's when the bombing occurred…" I typed in reply. I didn't get onto him for his improper typing.

"i wuz but me n mattie survied"

I bit my lip. Hadn't the reporter said that the injuries of the survivors were severe?

"Did you two get hurt? At all?"

"lol mattie got a conc—asdajfkdjfh howevr u spel it n i got a cut in my leg but wer ok"

"Concussion. Is he okay?"

"wutevr yah hes in the hospital tho even tho hes fine stupd doctors want to keep him there bcuz a nurse thought he was kewt n said he wuz seein thingz"

"Sounds like Francis…"

"lookd lyk my sis, tho…"

I stifled a laugh. Of course, it probably was his older sister. But oh well. At least it wasn't that perverted frog.

No one seemed to notice that Alfred's brother (I had already forgotten his name by now) was missing. But all of Alfred's fangirls seemed to be attacking him even more, now that they had a reason to cling.

"Oh, Alfred!! You poor thing!!"

"Do you need me to help you with your books?"

"It's so sad that you got hurt!!!"

I felt a thickness in my throat when I heard him simply laugh off the attention.

"I'm okay, girls! A hero never need help! Besides, I have plenty of hamburgers to put on my head to make me feel better!"

He could've very easily picked the girl he thought was cutest and let her help him. (After all, he had the majority of all of the popular girls in the school next to him right now.) So you can easily see why I was angry.

Or, at least, that's what I thought I was mad about.

He turned his head to me and smiled as the girls walked off, all pouting and a select few grumbling angrily.

"Iggy!! Hey!!!" He yelled as if I wasn't maybe ten lockers away.

I turned my head away from his direction, blushing. Why the fuck did he have to smile at me like that? It made him look really--

I was going to say 'hot,' right?

Right. Thought so. Damn git making me think thoughts like that...

He grinned. "Why were you up so early this morning, Iggy?" I saw the corner of his mouth twitch as he tried to hide his concen.

Of course, someone just had to interpret that lewdly.

I heard a feminine snicker to our left, and both of us turned to see Francis' "angel of a sister."

Or so he thought.

"Oh my, what have we here? And why would Al know this information, Artie?" Derobee snickered in that "oh fufufufu I'm wonderful and I know it" tone of hers.

Beside her stood her friends, gay-men-loving Elizaveta and looks-innocent-at-first Lilli.

Alfred, the bloody oblivious wanker he is, shrugged. "I just thought that Iggy here would be dead tired after last night--"

Elizaveta covered her nose, Lilli didn't seem at all shocked, and Derobee just laughed.

I slapped him upside the head, fully aware that my face was burning a bright red. "You git!! You should think about what you say before saying them, damnit!" I whisper-yelled (oxymoron) to him.

He looked confused while rubbing his hurt head. "What? But I thought that you said Topper dragged you around while doing errands last night...?"

I face-palmed, just glad that Alice--his older sister, who seemed to be the only one who acknowledged what's-his-name's presence--hadn't heard Alfred say that.

She would've acted as her usual loud-mouth self and tell everyone she knew about it. In several different languages.

But she had graduated while Al and I had still been in Junior High.

Of course, that didn't stop her from rounding up her college buddies, getting drop-dead-drunk, and randomly bursting into the school in the middle of the day, occasionally.

Which caused Matthew (that's his name!), Ludwig, Lilli, Derobee, Victor, and I to be extremely embarressed, since their siblings were the unfortunate blokes who had befriended dear Alice Jones.

Of course, she had more friends than just Gilbert, Vash, Francis, Topper, and Antonio who had family at this school. They were all just not frazzled by it.

Oh, why couldn't the rest of us be immune like that?

I noticed that Alfred had whipped out his phone, randomly texting someone-or-another.

I gave him a look that said "the bloody hell you doing?"

He grinned, hiding it back in his pocket. "Oh, why are you looking at me like that, Iggy?"

I gave a good long look. Why the hell was he acting innocnet all of a sudden?

I glanced around the halls. They weren't as congested, since the final bell had rung about five minutes earlier. A few stradlers were left.

I finally felt one single thought present itself in my head.

I almost resisted the urge to glance at the top of Alfred's head.

Almost.

8::00:5:04:87

I stopped myself from collapsing in shock right then and there.

There was one extra digit tacked onto the front.

I assumed it was days, although I hoped for something more long, like years. Or millenia.

And the thought finally spoke to me.

Alfred has eight days left.

DUN DUN DUN DUNNN!!!!!

Sorry I haven't worked on it in, like, totes weeks.

...Has it been weeks?

I don't know. I don't have internet right now.

Pizza is disgusting. *pouts*

Umm...anyways...review for more?

AND OMG!!! I HAVE SOMEONE WHO LIKES ALICE! :D I thought, you know, people would want to hit me in the face because of her or something...

She seems really Mary Sue to me...

I'll fix it by throwing in her bad qualities in the next possible chapter of a story she's in!

*is totes listening to Liet's Marukaite Chikyuu* OMG! He said "thank you poland"! *fangirl scream*

Oh. And Lilli is only like that because of her latest reply to my questions for her in PJB's Ask Liechtenstein fic.

She said she didn't mind at all that she was called 'yuri' by Kiku because 'yuri' literally means lily.

Even though she knows it means lesbian porn. (As she so bluntly stated.)

Woowww.......

Oh, btw, PJB, I'm working on the RoVa fic right now~ But you'll have to wait for the GilboXVash because it's not a pairing I usually read.

BUT I WILL RIGHT IT!!!! :D

Oh, and (if you haven't figured it out) I take requests! Did anyone notice that "Blessing in Disguise" was a request fic for, well, PJB? Potrayed from her "Ask Prussia" fic. (Because, technically, Gilbo requested it...)

Right, long A/N is long. I'll shut up now...

Oh, and I haven't forgotten about my non-APH fics! So no worries!