I have nothing to declare.
Except that I am a Trash, and that I can do things in life.
It's garbage can, not garbage Cannot.
(Thank ya fella tumblr user for this awesome quote.)
~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~
"I got what you asked Mrs. And- Who is that ?" The newcomer asked once he put down the groceries on the table to be able to look at the old lady and her guest.
"Oh Francis, you're coming by at a good moment. This is Arthur Kirkland." She politely smiled at the blond.
Arthur took a good look at that 'Francis', trying to get everything single detail out of him. The joy of being able to read someone's mind just by looking into their eyes...
"Pleasure to meet you." He mumbled, not feeling like meeting anyone.
"The pleasure is mine. Mrs. Andersson always talk about you you know." Francis smiled, putting his hands on his hips.
"She does ?" He raised up an eyebrow.
"I am sorry Arthur, you know how much I love you and your little brother. I love talking about how grown up the three of you are."
"Mh." He hummed. Time to get out now. "Alfred ! Matthew ! Get down here we're leaving !" He called.
"You're leaving so soon ?.." The old lady muttered sadly.
"Yes, I got a few things to buy before heading home with them. I'll come back soon I promise."
The twins walked down the path to join their brother. Alfred had the poor cat in his arms and gave a weird glance at Francis.
"Who are you ? You look weird." He tilted his head, letting the cat go.
"We call that fashion little one. Something you would definitely need."
"Oi, don't use your sass against my brother, frog." Arthur snapped, finally realizing the accent coming out from his dirty mouth was French. The children put up their shoes (Happily, no fuss happened.) without a word, intimidated by the stranger.
"Francis you should join them. Arthur could use some friend of his age for once." Mrs. Andersson requested, breaking the tense silence.
"I don't need help."
"I'm still going with you. You look interesting." Francis smirked.
"Charming." Arthur irritably sighed and headed out, saying his goodbyes to the old lady. Once on the road he turned to face the other.
"You don't have to do that. You can go home I'm good on my own."
"Mh. I wouldn't say so. If you were right you would have notice that Matthieu roamed away."
"His name is Matthew and !-" He looked around. As to give reason to Francis, the violet eyes boy was no where to be seen.
"Alfred-"
Of course, one twin disappears, the other would have to follow too. His exasperation made Francis laugh out loud.
"There's nothing funny ! My brothers are no where to be seen and could hurt themselves and you're just there, laughing for no reason !"
Without saying a word, only smirking, Francis turned the other's head so he could see the bakery on the other side of the road. Both children were there, staring hungrily at a big cake exposed behind a wall of glass.
"I guess they were hungry mh ?"
"I guess too." They crossed the road and joined the twins.
"I want that !"
"I want that !"
"It's full of sugar, it's no good for you. Plus, I have just enough money to buy ourselves dinner and the strict minimum."
Both boys looked at him with puppy eyes.
"I'll buy it for you two. Go ahead." Francis spoke up, getting a glare from Arthur.
"Yay ! Thank you uh... Fwancis ?.."
The older blond nodded, smiling down at the twins as they made their way into the bakery. He was about to tell Arthur to chill down. It was only a cake after, when...
"Thank you." Arthur blurted out. "I don't get to buy such things like that to them. My economies doesn't quite permit it..."
"It's alright, let's say it's a... Friendship gift." The Frenchman smiled, dragging the other with him into the bakery.
~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~
It was now the end of the day. The sun was about to set and the small group was at the park. Meanwhile Matthew and Alfred played in the playground with other kids of their age, Francis and Arthur were looking at them, being sit on swings not so far from there.
"May I ask you, why do you live alone instead of living with Mrs. Andersson ? She always told me good about you and how she would have like you staying with her until the twins were old enough..."
Arthur tensed a little, but didn't let it show that much.
"She's getting old Francis. As much as I like her, the twins became too energetic. I don't want her to get too tired because of them or because of me. She's barely able to buy her own stuff, imagine if she had us."
The explanation wasn't totally credible. Many old people were taking care of young kids for random reason. Francis knew it wasn't the truth, but he wasn't going to force the other to say it out loud.
"So Arthur Kirkland, nineteen years old, like tea like any typical brit and is winning money by sending reports on computer."
"Why thank you, I didn't know that already." He replied sarcastically.
"You grew up too fast, you need to have some fun."
"I need- Woah ! What are you doing ?"
Francis was pushing him on the swing, making him going higher and higher.
"Making you fly of course~" The Frenchman laughed.
"I'm too old for that !"
"That's not a problem !"
Arthur didn't argue more, being intelligent enough to know that he wasn't going to win this one. He simply, looked at the sun, enjoying the soft wind hitting him each time he gone down or up. It was... Peaceful... To forget... He closed his eyes...
ARTHUR ! HELP !
... Only to shot them open three seconds later. He stopped the swing, getting off of it, shaking a little.
"Are you okay ?!" A worried Francis asked.
"Yes... Just..." He took a deep breath and two pairs of hands grabbed his.
"Can we go home please ?" Matthew whispered, rubbing his eyes.
"Of course lad..." Arthur quietly took up the supplies bag along with the cake. "Thank you for today. We'll head back home now. You should do the same."
Without saying anything else, he walked down the path to the forest, the twins following him closely. Francis stared at them for a moment, wondering when it gone wrong, and took the opposite way.
Arthur glanced down, biting his bottom lips. He couldn't allow anyone close to him or his family...