PITUP: :DDDDDDDDDD
Lenny:... he's ...happy.
PITUP: XD I LOVE U GUYS! im so excited to write! oh ja and i also finished the book cover, ill post the link so u can see it better. its on deviantart.
Lenny: while you go do that... a lot of you want to keep it as arthurxall, so we'll keep it as such. We are still thinking on what to do about Demetri... we think he will be nice to Arthur...but i dont want to give anything away... ;)
PITUP: THE PAIN OF NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IS HORRIBLE DX but we must keep it a secret for now..
Lenny: we won't reverse the spell for now though, rest assured.
PITUP: Yay! I love seeing Artie get molested by the world ~ and sorry i wrote Dream Eater on the drawing even tho the title is I Wish I Knew. here is the link for the pic, remove the spaces: # / d5ag4mj
Im SO sorry that its short :c but it is important and really sad DX i cried a little as i wrote it.
Romanian*= Stop! Before I curse you insignificants to the depths of hell!
"ARGH! Get off of me! Opreste-te! Înainte de a vă blestemă insignificants la adâncimi de iad!*"
Arthur blinked blearily as he heard shouting and cursing, "What the hell?" he said to himself groggily. As he walked down his stairs he saw the DE swatting furiously at colorful sparkling fairies and trying to pry elves and dwarves off from his legs, "Oh wow." Arthur tried his best not to burst out laughing at the scene. It was hilarious.
The DE saw him and glared at him, "Please tell your.. friends to let go of me and that I'm not going to kill you!"
"Come one guys, Fi, Charlie let go of him, go on. Liv and Daria please stop pulling on his hair. He's not going to hurt me okay?" Arthur assured them.
"But Arthur-!" Daria, an orange fairy, started.
"Go on, get some air, I'll be fine." Arthur smiled and opened the back door. Daria and her friends reluctantly left outside, glancing back every so often.
The DE huffed angrily, straightening up his clothes, "Finally." he sighed tiredly, "They wouldn't leave me alone."
Arthur sat on his couch, "They're really nice. Guess they got a little over protective."
The demon crossed his arms, "Hmph."
"Say.. that language that you spoke? Where is it from?" the Brit asked curiously.
"Romania."
"Cool. So you're Romanian?"
"That's right, whenever i'm angry, it slips out."
"Haha, when I get angry, I say a lot of British words too. And my accent gets really heavy."
"That'd be interesting to see." the demon smirked thinking over the scene in his head.
Arthur glanced at the clock and swore, "Oh shit, I'm almost late for school!" he rushed upstairs, "Sorry I have to leave in a few minutes." he heard the door slam shut and rustling upstairs.
The demon's tail flickered, School? he thought as he crossed his arms behind his back.
Arthur hurriedly put on his white button up shirt, leaving some buttons undone. He quickly put on his black pants, they were loose on him, slipping a lot and exposing his grey boxers and a bit of pale skin. Arthur didn't think to brush his hair so he shoved his shoes on and grabbed his bag and rushed downstairs looking at the clock, If I run I'll make it in time, he thought. He grabbed a yogurt and opened the white front door looking back at the quiet demon, "Sorry. I got to go.. uhm... hm, I never asked for your name..?"
"Demetri."
"Demetri? That's nice. Well Demetri I have to go before I get in trouble. Cheerio!"
"Bye Master." he grumbled lowly as the door was shut in his face.
It was going to be boring.
xx
Just in time.
Arthur stumbled into homeroom just as the bell rang, panting. He placed his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. The Brit soon walked over to an empty table, he was glad the teacher decided to let the kids just read for the period. A familiar boy sat in front of him.
It was Kiku.
"Oh Kiku! I didn't realize I had homeroom with you." the Brit said with a happy smile.
Kiku smiled kindly, "Yes neither did I." then he took in how Arthur looked and blushed beet red.
His face was flustered with a light sheen of sweat covering his body. His clothes were disheveled, buttons undone with the shirt untucked. He had bed hair and he was still panting softly, licking his plump, pink lips. To be perfectly frank, he looked like he just had sex.
"Kiku?" Arthur tilted his head cutely to the side, "Is everything okay?"
"Eto.. uhm.." Arthur-san looks so...
"Are you sick? You look like you have a fever or something." Arthur leaned foreward on the table and placed his forehead on the red Japanese, his emerald green eyes staring worriedly into the deep, obsidian black eyes.
Kiku just stuttered uncomprehendingly.
"You feel warm!" Arthur placed his hands on Kiku's own hands and stared determinedly into black eyes, "I must take you to nurse." After all, I should be the one taking him to the nurse. I'll do to him what no ones ever done to me. Help him.
"N-no! Arthur-san, I'm fine, I promise."
Arthur reluctantly pulled back, "Are you.. sure?" he said unsure.
"Yes. Very sure." he almost sighed in relief.
"Well okay then."
"Uh.. Arthur-san?" Kiku twiddled his thumbs nervously.
"Yes?"
"Why is that ..you look.. like you ran four miles?"
"Oh gods.. I had to run from my house all the way here," he sighed, "It was horrible." he shook his head tiredly.
"That's-"
"Hello Kikuuuu!" a loud voice interrupted.
Arthur blushed as he remembered yesterday, "Hi Alfred." he said looking away.
Alfred freezes, as he did not realize Arthur was next to Kiku. Then his blue eyes locked with Arthur, who soon fidgeted. This was weird.. Alfred was having like an intense staring contest with him, "Arthur.." his blue eyes seemed to close halfway.
"Er... Yes?" he said as he moved backwards on the seat as Alfred came closer to him, dropping his black bag onto the floor.
Alfred caressed his cheek, "I don't know why but.. something about you today, "Alfred's face was getting closer and Arthur could see his own reflection off his blue, rectangular glasses, "just makes me," Alfred closed his eyes and his voice became a whisper, "wanna.." no other words were said as Alfred's lips connected with his own.
Alfred's kiss was softer than Francis'. Sweeter almost. Filled with tender care and ..l-love?
By the end of the kiss, apparently Kiku had a nosebleed and .. is that a.. camera? Oh well, after the kiss Arthur was speechless and just stared at the American, unsure of what to think, or do. The golden blond just grinned cheekily before kissing him on the forehead softly then sitting down next to him.
Arthur's beet red face didn't look up from his desk once.
xx
Arthur slumped his weight on a tree and sighed, he willed his pounding heart to steady itself. He finally managed to get away from two teachers that wanted to 'talk' to him. Arthur shivered in disgust, it was that old secretary and librarian.. ew..
Arthur sat down at the base of the tree and wrapped his arms around his knees. He didn't want to meet up with the Bad Touch Trio. It felt odd to be near them again. The contemplating Brit didn't notice an albino sit down next to him until-
"Yo."
"Shit." Arthur cursed as he nearly jumped three feet in the air, "You scared me." he mumbled, glaring slightly at the Prussian.
Gilbert smirked before saying, "So, what are you doing out here alone?" he laid his back against the tree.
Arthur studied his face a little before turning back to stare at the green grass swaying before him in the light breeze, "Just.. thinking I guess."
Gilbert watched his movements before sighing, "Francis.. he was, worried about you."
Arthur gasped to himself before calming down. He almost forgot the wish.. "Oh.." he responded.
"He was wondering where you were." Gilbert continued, still looking at him.
"Yeah.." Arthur muttered.
A silence brushed over the two.
Thoughts muddled up inside Arthur's head.
Gilbert watching him without speaking, "You don't eat much, do you?" he said suddenly.
Arthur, confused by the sudden question, looked over at the white haired male, "W-wha-"
"I mean," Gilbert tore his gaze from him and crossed his arms over his head watching poofy, white clouds lazily float in the sky, "with you not being able to cook, it's understandable but.."
Arthur flushed angrily, "Hey!-"
"It's unhealthy." Gilbert carried on, not listening to Arthur's complaints.
What the hell? Gilbert.. GILBERT of all people is..
"I bet you don't eat dinner most of the time." Gilbert said.
Arthur didn't say anything, "Why are you telling me this?" he whispered, unsure.
Gilbert smiled, kind of, and closed his eyes, basking in the soft breeze, "I don't know. Guess Francis' motherly side is rubbing off on me." he suddenly opened his ruby red eyes and locked them on Arthur's, "I feel for you. Your loneliness, anger. I know what it's like. It's late but I want to be here for you."
Arthur gaped.
Gilbert placed a pale finger in the air and whistled softly. Then a little, yellow birdy landed on his finger.
What does he mean by 'I know what it's like' ?
"Gilbert. Are you high or something?" Arthur asked in disbelief.
Gilbert laughed and his eyes softened when Gilbird chirped, "My mother.." his smile seemed to disappear, "and father had a nasty fight. She left my dad and took my younger brother with her."
Silence.
Arthur was literally at a loss for words. He didn't know what to make of this. He thought he was the only one that was..
"My dad was a really heavy drinker. He could control it pretty well until one day he got fired from his job." Arthur could tell it was hard for him to say this aloud.
"Gilbert, please you don't have to-"
But the Prussian cut him off, "He came home that night drunk. He started beating my mom until she was a bloody mess. Then he would go for my brother and make me w-watch." Gilbert cleared his throat, petting Gilbird. His white bangs hid his eyes, "My little brother was always stronger and taller than me so he defended me, when I should've defended him." his eyes narrowed in self disgust, "Then one day my dad raped my mother and she couldn't take it anymore, she wanted to leave. She was planning on taking us to Germany to live with our Grandparents or something the next day.. But when we were about to leave my dad came home from the bar early and saw us walking to the taxi."
Arthur grabbed Gilbert's hand silently, his eyes sad.
"He was so angry. All I remember was fists flying and rain was falling so it was blurry. Then when the driver of the taxi saw this he blocked my dad, yelling at us to get in the taxi. But my dad grabbed my brother and was choking him. So I punched him in the stomach hard and he let go. I held him back as the taxi driver pulled my mom and brother into the car and drove off." Gilbert chuckled sourly, "I guess it was a Win/Loss day. My family was finally safe and I protected my little brother." his face fell, "But at the same time.. I was stuck with him. And alone."
Arthur felt a pang of guilt, sadness and pain strike his heart.
Gilbert looked up to the sky, memories clouding his eyes, "Everyday was hell, he would beat me constantly. He made me lie so no one would help me, so that Child Services wouldn't suspect anything, saying the bruises and cuts were because I fell. He was drunk and angry all of the time, saying it was my fault my mother left. We lost the house since he had no job or money. And even if he did he would spend it on beer, I remember being hungry all the time. We had to get a really bad apartment." he looked over to Arthur, "I loved being around you."
Arthur's eyes widened.
"I could forget about him and my mom and brother. With you and everyone else, it felt like another world, like another family in a way." Gilbert shook his head, smiling, "Then one day when I came home from school, he was there lying on floor, dead. He had a drug overdose or something like that. You can't imagine my happiness."
Arthur was close to crying, he didn't know why. Gilbert's life was so much worse then his, even though he did bully him, he was his friend once. He never felt like this before, feeling sad for someone who wasn't himself.
"The downfall to everything.." Gilbert whispered, eyes holding more knowledge of the world than an old man would have, "I never heard of or saw my mom and brother again." he looked to Arthur, forcing a light smile.
Arthur's bottom lip trembled. Gilbert had to mature early in his life. His family was taken away from him. Arthur now understood why his personality was brash, mean and blunt. He couldn't trust anyone. He was alone.
A tear slipped out of emerald eyes before he could stop himself.
Before he knew it, tears rushed out like a waterfall. Arthur placed his hands over his eyes and cried.
"Hey.. Arthur?" Gilbert said, unsure.
Arthur flung himself onto the albino, wrapping his arms around his neck and quivering from the force of the pain he felt in his heart, "I-it wasn't your fault." he whimpered over and over, "I'm so sorry."
A cool breeze swept by them, as if the wind was watching them and wanted to comfort them. Green leaves rustled in the wind, pink and orange petals floating along with them. The trees leaves' and blades of grass swayed too.
After Arthur's cries lessened, Gilbert pulled Arthur away and looked determinedly into his eyes, "I learned, Arthur. The loneliness. I know what it's like, and I want to be here for you. It was easier for me since I have friends, but you don't.."
"G-Gilbert.." Arthur whispered, he stopped crying but his eyes still leaked tears. He smiled softly and hugged Gilbert, looking into his eyes, "Of course, of course you can be there for me."
Gilbert- for the first time in forever- smiled happily- held Arthur by the back and met his lips gently, still smiling. Blush dusted on Arthur's tear streaked cheeks and he closed his eyes.
A yellow fairy and an orange pixie fluttered past them, giggling happily, yellow and orange pixie and fairy dust floated around the two. The pink petals and green leaves breezed past them as well, the sun finally peeked from behind the white clouds.
It was truly a lovely sight to behold.
xx