AN: I am so sorry that this took so long. Iggy put up a brick wall so I couldn't write him and I had tests all week for the end of the school year. I will most likely get up the rest of the story much faster, as it only has a few chapters left. Enjoy.
Arthur POV
I wasn't expecting a response from Alfred to come this fast. Alfred had gotten back to me in three minutes flat. Either I woke him up or he just had the same weird dream that I did, or both. A little kid had asked me to help him find his friend. He was wearing a dress, though whoever had given it to him had to have been a little odd. The child was obviously a boy. Veneciano, the boy in the dress looked a lot like Feliciano though. That was all I could think of when I had been seeing him. Veneciano said something about the land splitting and magic coating the world in all the flowers and life that sorrounded us. I was beginning to think that the weird dream I had was in connection to the shattered shell. I glanced at the message I had received from a sleepy Alfred.
From: Alfred
yo man wat do u need so early n r u alrite u woke me up from a weird dream with sum1 nmed romanche or sumthin the world broke and he was lookin 4 his frend
That was shocking. Alfred just had the same dream as me. It did have to do with the shell. My crazy uncle probably knew this would happen. That's why he sent me the shell. How could I get Veneciano and Romanche back together again? This would take magic. I also had the feeling that I would soon be seeing the sights in America.
From: Arthur
I am sorry that I woke you up. I was freaked out because I had that same dream as you. Only I didn't talk to Romanche, I spoke with a kid named Veneciano and I think we need to put the shell together. Text me later, when you have gotten some sleep.
Hopefully, Alfred could get back to sleep after I woke him up like that. I know Americans are touchy about their sleep. I would feel terrible if he got up earlier than he had to be for his job. It was supposedly a hard job. He worked a long shift yesterday and probably worked again today.
From: Alfred
its no biggie i was havin a freaky dream neway ya know Mattie will b up soon 2 how r we gonna put the shell 2gether we r kinda across the ocean from eachother
From: Arthur
I could go to America. This is really important. What kind of hero would you be if you ignored a request for help? Every hero I've heard of does any job, no matter the difficulty.
From: Alfred
u would come 2 AMERICA! we can work this out and put the shell 2gether liek a puzzle this will b sooooooo fun then ill b the hero and u could be my sidekick thiiiiiiiiiiiiiis iiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssss sssssssssooooooooooooo cccccccooooooooollllllllllll
From: Arthur
Then its settled. I will come to America with the shell, soon. You should try and get some sleep so that you aren't completely exhausted today.
When I didn't get a response I know Alfred had listened to me and went to sleep. I trekked to my room, grabbing the suitcase from the hall as I went. I had hoped to pack and hide the suitcase before Francis barged into my house. Otherwise, I would be taking two people with me to America with me.
Too late. A sharp knock on the door was followed by Francis letting himself in. He walked straight to my room and saw the suitcase. "You wouldn't happen to be traveling to America would you, Arthur?I know someone who will kill us both if we don't take him." Francis said 'we', he said if we don't take him. There went my solo journey to was going to tell Gilbert as well. At the rate this was going, I would have to take everyone to America with me. I scowled at just the thought of it.
"I see that you invited yourself, frog. Who said you were coming?" He placed his hands up to his face in false despair. He busted out his puppy dog eyes with it. "Stop it, frog. The dog face doesnt work on me." He then shifted his expression to a sly smile, a change in tactics.
"I could always tell Elizabeta about your obsession with all things Alfred." I wasn't obsessed with Alfred. I didn't even care about him besides needing his help with fixing the shell. So what if I wrote his name repeatedly on everything. That didn't mean anything and neither did the fact that I started reading comic books. It had nothing to do with Alfred. I just liked that crappy literature. Who came up with that stuff though? It was horrible. Elizabeta wouldn't believe any of that though. I had heard how she'd reacted to Gilbert. There were photos and hugs and she said she needed pictures. That was not my desired fate.
I sighed in defeat. "I guess you can come, you slimy cheating frog." Francis smirked and I regretted the words as soon as they were uttered. That frog would want to take Gilbert. I thought about the annoying albino. He had recently become obsessed with Alfred's brother, whatever his name was. He even painted a maple leaf on his bird claiming that it was Canadian but trapped in Europe, like that guy was trapped in America.
"Oh, I already knew that I was going. It was really the matter of Gilbert that I was slightly worried about. He is going to swim across the ocean if you don't take him. Ludwig has refused to let him leave the house since he tried that a couple days ago." I groaned, this was going to be one very tiring trip.
"I guess he could come too." I couldn't deny that one guy the right to meet Gilbert, and I would be lonely in America. "Remember though, once we fix the shell, everyone is going home." Francis frowned.
"Whatever you say, Arthur. You are so boring. You know that you want to have Alfred show you around and hit all the sights. Don't lie to yourself, it does bad things." I rolled my eyes back and resumed my packing. Footsteps echoed through the halls of my home as the Frenchman skipped out, presumably to give Gilbert the news. I picked up the pace with hope to finish before I was jumped on my and overexcited Prussian. It was to no prevail though because my favorite Amrican finally woke up and we went to texting.
From: Alfred
hey X3 i just woke up wanna chat?
From: Arthur
That sounds like a good idea to me. How did you sleep after I woke you up.
From: Alfred
it waz nice i talked 2 romanche sum more told him bout veneciano or watev and he spazzed he waz excited plus i had this dream u said u would go 2 the US of A
From: Arthur
Actually, I did say that. That was how we were going to put the shell together. Does it bother you or something? We could find another way to do it.
From: Alfred
maan that is epic i thought tht it was a dream i was like disappointed and stuff when r u leaving 2 git here im off 2morrow + the next day n i can git u from the airport
From: Arthur
I should be getting there tommorow afternoon, if that is alright and no trouble. I will probably also have two people with me. Your brother has a fan club.
Soon after I sent that, a blur ran through my house, and standing in front of me was an excited Gilbert. It was a horrible fate. Many times when Gilbert was this excited he broke out the hugs. Even if he was smaller than his brother, a hug could be deadly. I wasn't ready to die. I still had to meet Alfred.
"Are we really going?" His voice was even more jumpy than usual. I smirked a bit and nodded, getting ready for the hug of death. "Yes! This is so awesome!" He was beginning to pounce when he suddenly stopped and cursed. "Dumb bird, why did you do that? It was totally unawesome." He was holding his ear where supposedly his bird had bitten him. It made that weird chirping noise and he nodded. "You're right" he said while running out the door "by, Arthur." My front door slammed closed upon his exit. I got less excited about the people I was taking this trip with every second.
From: Alfred
kool man im not telling matt though he'll be so excited tht will make me like the best big brother in the world XD
From: Arthur
Good deal. I have to go now, I'm packing right now. I will have to talk to you later.
From: Alfred
alrite ttyl c ya soon like in real life im so excited
I went back to my packing, putting in one article of clothing at a time. I was beginning to get jumpy to get to see Alfred. I would get to know what he looked like and hold him -wait what was I thinking? Whatever it was, I needed to stop. During my packing, I came across something that I hadn't seen for a long time. Mixed in with my clothes was my stuffed bunny from when I was a kid. I had named him Flying Mint Bunny based on his coloring and the small wings sewn into his back. I held onto him and leaned back on my bed.
That was the position that I fell asleep in. Soon, I was back in the field of yellow flowers. The bright sky glowed and hung above me, not a cloud in sight. A small voice brought me out of my sorroundings.
"Did you find my friend? Did you find Romance? After we talked, you just vanished. I was worried that you wouldn't come back." The small boy looked shaken up. I walked to him and held him, running my hand up his back in comforting circles.
"I think I know where he is. You will get to be with him again soon." Veneciano's eyes lit up. Almost immediatly I regretted telling him. What if I was wrong? What if I couldn't put the shell together? I was never good at magic. I would disappoint both boys. It would be horrible, and they would have to remain apart forever. If that happened I don't know what I would do.
Veneciano hugged me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, I knew you could do it. Soon I'll be able to see him again. I will get to be with Romanche. You will be able to bring us together again. Veneciano put his faith in me. Here in this field of flowers, another person had put faith in me. He trusted me. I couldn't let him down. Some part of me, deep down, wondered if how I felt right now was how a hero felt when they helped someone. The rest of me knew that it was. That may have been why Alfred had claimed to always be the hero.
I was brought away from the flowers and cheery things by the frog. When I opened my eyes we were at the airport in Francis' car. I was sitting on my suitcase. Gilbert was next to me wiggling and fidgeting madly. I couldn't help but feel the same rush as him though. I was going to see Alfred. I would get to stand beside him. My mind didn't even filter out the thoughts that involved holding him and never letting go. Alfred was so bright and cheery. He lit up my dismal world. The idea of getting to actually see him was making me nervous. What if I wasn't what he imagined? What if he hated me?
Upon arriving I saw him. It had to be him. He had seafoam eyes that shined and sparkled. I was right in thinking that he was taller than me too. His hair was wheat and neatly combed down except for one little stickup piece. He was wearing a shirt reading Who Is Your Hero and a bomber jacket. In his hands was a sign that said. "Hey Arthur" with a poorly drawn British flag. I had found my Alfred, the one I had talked to for so long.
TbC
AN: Again I am really sorry for this being so late and so short. If anyone was wondering why Arthur slept so long it is because when they go to that other world inside the shell, they enter a trance and time goes slower inside the shell. He was really only sleeping for a few hours.