Disclaimer: Nope, I own nothin! Except for the story idea, a panda, a dog, and my OC.
Warning: SpaMano so that means…LOVINO'S BEAUTIFUL LANUAGE!
A/N: Thank you for reading, favoring, following, and reviewing. Please don't take it personally that I'm "sort" of making fun of how Arthur is going to be speaking…I LOVE Arthur so I'm not meaning to be mean to him.
This is the longest chapter for this story so I'm really proud of myself! I enjoyed writing this chapter 'cause I've made my own OC! And a bit of Star Wars reference…That is not something I was proud of.
Day of the carnival
As everyone, Arthur, Alfred, the Bad Trio, Matthew, Ludwig, Feliciano, Roderich, Elizabetha and Kiku, entered the carnival Alfred couldn't manage to keep his excitement in.
"OH MY GAWD! THIS IS FREAKING BEAUTIFUL!" Alfred yelled making everyone stare at them.
"Alfred F. Jones! Stop making a fool out of yourself!"
"Biatch this is the American style!" Suddenly "oohhhh's" where heard throughout the whole amusement park for Alfred just called Arthur a biatch. Francis suddenly smirked This is going to be awesome.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Alfred do it the awesome way!" Gilbert joked, he was about to continue but was stopped by Matthew placing his hand over Gilbert's mouth.
"W-why are y-you looking at me like t-that A-arthur?!" Alfred stuttered out before he was tackled on to the ground.
"ALFRED!" Alfred winced. "I ain't a biatch!" Suddenly everyone laughed Arthur looked around. "What ya'll laughing about?!" He was again ignored by everyone.
"Kesesese! That was priceless!"
"Bastard you were speaking American!"
"I'm most certainly am not speaking American." Arthur tried to defend himself but ended up only getting laughed at once again. "F-fine then!" Arthur stormed off.
"Ve~ Arthur seems mad!" Feliciano pointed to the direction that Arthur had ran off to. Alfred looked around everyone and then his eyes met Francis's. As they continued to stare at each other, their eyes were literally burning holes into the other, their eyes could not tear off of each other and this was not a good thing, this was a bad thing. Suddenly Francis spoke, "Sorry, but I've got to go…" Francis shot a glance towards Alfred as if it was a bullet going through its target. Alfred stood there bit confused before also making up an excuse and walking calmly after his arch nemesis. He went after him for a bit longer before he was pulled into the restrooms.
"Listen…I will be the one to chase after Arthur…" Alfred turned to face his "attacker"
"Non! It will be moi!" Alfred said mocking the way Francis spoke making Francis growl at him. "Why not this," Alfred returned to his normal voice, "we both go after Arthur, but the first one to get him will become the winner. But let me get one thing straight." Alfred grabbed Francis's blood red tie making him stare hard into Francis's eyes.
"And what would that be?" Francis asked only to be pulled harder.
"Right now I am Arthur's best friend meaning someone he tells everything to, so in other words you are no competition. You understand?" Alfred hissed while Francis watched him with an amused gaze.
"Oui…I do realize that…But one day he will realize he belongs to moi." Alfred was not happy with the answer but he suddenly remembered that Arthur had ran off and is probably really pissed at him so he released Francis and pushed him back, making him yelp in surprise.
"Whatever fancy schmancy."
"I am not what you call fancy schmancy!" Alfred eyed him down looking at his bright lavender shirt, and his silk pants.
"You suuurrreee?" Francis growled. "Whatever, I've got to go! Iggy needs his hero to the rescue!"
Francis snickered. "When you're the one who made him ran away." Alfred didn't even bother to answer instead he kicked him right where the sun don't shine and ran, ran like a madman.
Francis's POV
As he kneeled me in what I like to call 'Paris' he ran away! That coward! As I sat in the bathroom for another good 15 minutes before I decided to stand up and go get a ice pack.
Arthur's POV
After I ran away from the scene I couldn't think about else but the fact that I had just ran away…I bloody ran away! Like a coward! Right now, I'm sitting under a tree, enjoying the cool air. Today was beautiful! The air was neither hot nor cold; there are gooses that are eating bread that people had thrown at them. I wonder if my relationship with Alfred can work out, right now it is not going towards the direction I want us to be going. I closed my eyes and listened to the birds chirping until a very familiar-annoying- voice interrupted my perfect moment.
Meanwhile back at the entrance
"Um…Shall we just ditch them and go play?" Matthew suggested, which no one heard.
"How 'bout this bastards! We're all going our separate ways!" All of them nodded, immediately everyone split up; Feliciano with Ludwig, Gilbert with Roderich and Elizabetha, and Kiku with Matthew. As everyone left Lovino and Antonio stood there with Lovino scowling and Antonio smiling like an idiot.
"Lovi! Let's go on that Ferris wheel last!" Antonio pointed to a tall Ferris Wheel.
"Whatever bastard I'm hungry! Get me some food!" Lovino complained and looked around for a food cart. Antonio looked around for one until he spotted one of a hotdog cart near the House of Mirrors. He turned to look at the grumpy Italian before holding up a finger and running towards the food cart leaving Lovino stand there a bit confused.
Antonio ran up to the man. "Hola amigo! Mi amigo there," He pointed to Lovino, "Wants one of these hotdogs. So can I buy one?" The man looked over at Lovino and then back to Antonio. "He your boyfriend?" Antonio nodded. "I remember I had a boyfriend too, no he's my fiance he used to love it when I call him that" Then the man's expression turned into sorrow. "…but he left me five years ago..." When the man noticed the change on Antonio's face he knew he had started to blubber about his husband. "Oh my! I'm sorry I started to blubber about him, here" The man gave Antonio a hotdog and handed him a bottle of ketchup. "Want some on it?" Antonio nodded and poured some on it before handing it back to the man. "Gracias mi amigo…I'm sorry to hear about your…fiance." The man was shocked, no one bothered to even reply to that, ever. He was close to tears. "Thank you, go on now lover boy! Back to your boyfriend!" He leaned in and whispered. "Make it last." Antonio was about to give the man money before the man shook his head. "No it's fine you are a good boy." Antonio beamed before nodding and jogging back to Lovino.
Lovino watched the man give Antonio the hotdog and said something and whispered something. He was not jealous of some old man when that hot Spaniard belonged to him, and only him. When Antonio jogged back to him with the hotdog he snatched the food out of him hand.
"Lovi, that man is so sad." Lovino shot him a questioning glare before continuing munching on the hotdog that barely fit into his mouth.
"That man's fiancé left him five years ago." Lovino stopped munching and looked up.
"Bastard…what did you say back to him?"
"Hm? I said I'm sorry to hear that." Lovino was shocked, he was so shocked he didn't even care that his jaw basically dropped down.
"Tomato bastard…you actually said something nice or something they wanted to hear for once!" The Spaniard pouted. "Anyways let's go…to…the…Drop Tower!" Lovino pointed to a tall, scary looking ride.
"Eh…?" Before Antonio could even make a word come out Lovino had already dragged him towards the ride. Dios mio…
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"Artie?!" Alfred was currently running through the whole carnival in search for one special Brit. When he finally spotted the messy blond haired boy he almost flew over.
"ARG! Alfred! Can you ever be anymore louder?!"
"Ya, do you want me to?" Arthur stared at him.
"I meant it sarcastically…" ohhhh…oops…I messed up…
"Haha I knew that!"
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"
"Yes!" Arthur's eyes widened and Alfred laughed.
"Haha! Man! I was right!"
"Whatever git."
"Okay, Artie where do ya wanna go?" Arthur flinched at the sentence but decided to not correct him.
"Um..." Arthur looked around and before he got the chance of pointing Alfred had grabbed his arm and was dragging him over to the Bumper Cars. "Alfred, you really are still a kid." Instead of answering the Brit, Alfred just flashed him his a million dollar smile before settling Arthur into a green car that matched his eyes and himself in a blue car that also matched his eyes. Suddenly the "game" started.
"It's on!" Alfred said before aiming for Arthur. Poor Arthur, he was confused and scared.
SpaMano
"Lovi…" Antonio and Lovino had just come off of the ride. Lovino was currently watching Antonio with a playful smirk painted on his face while as Antonio was gaging as he kept running into everyone.
"Stupid sick bastard, that was amazing!"
"Haha…right…" Antonio replied wearily. Lovino ignored him and started to drag him elsewhere. To the Sreamin' Swing.
After they went on many rides after that, Antonio couldn't take it anymore! He had to tell his Lovi.
"Lovi, It's my turn."
"Fine bastard choose a good one."
It was night time and Antonio as a Spaniard can be very romantic. So he covered his boyfriend's eyes and walked.
"Trust me…"
When they finally got to the ride Antonio wanted to ride, he uncovered Lovino's eyes revealing a…Ferris Wheel.
Lovino's face turned tomato red. "Y-you bastard!"
"Come on!" Antonio dragged Lovino into one of the cars. When they got to the top of the Ferris Wheel after five minutes. If Lovino could be honest enough he would say that the view was breath taking. He was about to turn back on his tsundere mode he found a pair of lips on his. His eyes widened. After a few seconds Lovino closed his eyes and kissed back, ignoring the urge to butt-head him. He honestly enjoyed the kiss and Antonio pulled away way too fast.
"I-" Before Antonio could say what he wanted to say Lovino had pulled him back into a kiss, in which Antonio was happily to do.
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As the day flew by Alfred and Arthur went on almost all the rides and had many 'problems' like for example. On the Pirate Ship, let's just say Arthur pretended to be the captain and spoke in a pirate voice that was so scary it made Alfred jump every time he said "Aye mate."
When they were in the House of Mirrors, Alfred looked exactly like a hamburger. When Arthur told him that Alfred tried to defend himself but did not end very well so when they got out Alfred ran off to the bathroom and sulked. "I ain't a hamburger…although I really like them and dream to have billions and billions of them. "I don't look like a hamburger, even if it had extra cheese in it." Alfred kept chanting in the stalls making everyone else in there staring at the stall, some taking pictures, some just standing there dumbfounded. When Arthur walked in and heard that he quickly walked over to the stall and kicked it out, revealing a very sad American. After hours and hours of Arthur buying him food, Alfred finally got happier and hyper.
When the night finally came it was Alfred's turn to pick a ride and he picked one he's been saving for, for the entire time.
"Artie, follow tha hero!"
"Whatever." As they walked towards Alfred's choice of ride Arthur saw a man sitting by a hotdog cart staring at a photo.
"Hey, Alfred." Alfred looked back at Arthur.
"Ya?"
Arthur pointed towards the man. "That man seems really upset."
Alfred titled his head to the side. As the hero I should go and see. "I'm gonna go and look."
"W-wait!"
As Alfred approached the man, the man looked up. "Oh hello, do you want a hotdog?" the man asked. Alfred shook his head and pointed towards the photo.
"What's wrong? My friend over there wants to know. Well I do too, but he's the one who noticed you." The man stared at the American.
The Man's POV
As the American boy explained I couldn't help but to stare at the boy behind him. After this morning with the Spanish boy and his Italian boyfriend I've been feeling that people these days are much nicer than the people from a long time ago.
"Sir?" The boy immerged from behind the American boy. His accent…must be British. "Why were you staring at that photo? You don't have to tell us…" He trailed off. I had held up the photo and showed the familiar boy the photo. The boy's eyes widened. This boy…his emerald similar eyes, his messy blond hair…his face…so…familiar…
"My boy…I must ask you…what is your name?" The boy looked up.
"Um…Arthur Kirkland." Kirkland. Kirkland…
"My name is Steve Kirkland…"
Suddenly his American friend cleared his throat and asked. "Mister?" I realized that I've been staring at the…no…Arthur for at least 5 minutes.
"Oh…I'm fine…" I lied. No I wasn't, I am 30 and my fiancé left me. How can I be fine?
"Sir, that picture…" I turned to Arthur, whose eyes were wide like Hola hoops.
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"That's my father…"
A/N: Heck yes! My first cliff hanger! Steve Kirkland is my OC, Arthur's father. The man is quite…mysterious, no? Anyways yes I've changed some of the chapters. And now I'm happy with it. Anyways! Thank you for the reviews! And the favorites! Torches can be used for roasting ham. Or warmth, 'cause we just experienced a huge snow storm here. So I got a four day weekend AGAIN! So I'm going to be writing stories, along with my report.