The move into the new apartments wasn't that extraordinary or interesting. No incidents happened, nobody died or got maimed. One might think it was boring but for Alfred, it was a welcome calm after the chaos that had recently occurred. An event that didn't spew out all sorts of nasty consequences for a change. His flatmate, Tino, was a nice guy, Finnish, from the accent. He never caused trouble but always seemed to hang around this shady looking tall dude who, honestly, scared the living daylights out of Alfred, but according to Tino, was apparently quite pleasant. Not that it was any of the Americans' business.
Arthur was very hard to find though. Now, this wouldn't usually be a problem but Alfred had vowed to become friends with the Brit, and that was difficult to accomplish if he was nowhere to be seen.
Alfreds' days, when he wasn't neck-deep in assignments, were filled with scouting for Arthur, exploring the distant corners of the apartment complex and questioning any and everyone about the moody teens' whereabouts.
So far, not much luck. He'd found Arthur once, on his routine trip to McDonalds but the other boy had swiftly hid after hearing his name called out. Since then...nothing. Alfred was starting to get irritated. Nevertheless, he was definitely not giving up. Heroes never gave up.
Arthur wasn't happy. He wasn't happy at all. That damned American wouldn't leave him alone, with at least 15 people reporting him asking about Arthurs' location and many more spying him walking around, seemingly searching for someone. Fuck. What does a man have to do to get some peace around here? It's only a matter of time before, Alfred or whatshisname discovers his apartment, and that is not something to look forward to.
What really bothered Arthur was why Alfred would go to all the effort to look for him. What were the boys' motives? Most probably blackmail, a good bashing, or something equally low. Either way, the American was being rather blunt about this whole nonsense. If someone wanted to do harm, wouldn't it be more effective to perform the deed subtly than announcing it beforehand and giving warning? Or maybe that twat just didn't care because he knew that Arthur couldn't run for long and would be caught eventually.
Arthur admitted that he was maybe slightly, only a tiny teensy weensy miniscule bit scared.
Alfred wandered down the corridor that the nice Asian girl pointed out to him and looked down at the number on the card he was holding. "Flat 17". This was it. He'd finally caught up to Arthur.
Arthur was interrupted in his sulking by a knock at the door.
"Wonder who the bloody hell that is...?"
He walked over and unlocked the door, flinging it open.
The British teen stood there, eyes bulging briefly before he let out a very manly shriek of surprise, flew into the hallway, ducking under the Americans' arm in the process, and shot off into the distance with more speed than probably Usain Blot could muster.
Already out of breath, he halted behind a vending machine, finding it a suitable hiding place for the moment. Whilst catching his breath, Arthur froze. The door. He'd left it wide open.
In retrospect, dashing off like that was reckless and silly. He embarrassed himself in front of his probably murderer-to-be and revealed just how weak he can be and how easy it is to take him by surprise. He also left the door open and all his private information displayed in clear view for the scoundrel to use at his leisure. He really fucked up this time, Arthur scolded mentally scolded himself.
There was just one thing. The face there didn't look like the face of a vicious blackmailing serial killer. The boy honestly looked glad to have found him.
Arthur quickly squished that thought into oblivion; often the most cruel ones appeared to be the least so.
Hello again. Yay, i've finally updated without a hell long wait :D *glitter and confetti everywhere* still a pretty short chapter but oh well. sorry for that.