Alfred P.O.V.
Today, I walked into work quickly. Rushing into the hospital had become a routine for me, I was doing this in the hopes that I would finally get Arthur as my patient again.
"Please, please, please!" I whispered, pulling on my uniform roughly.
I paced fast towards the desk, ignoring the usual chatter of the gossip group.
Slamming my hands on the desk, I heaved out:
"Who have... I got... Today?"
The receptionist peered at me from over her glasses worriedly, before checking the computer, sparing little glances over at me. How she was able to keep her monotone voice, I have no idea.
"You have patient 741776 today."
My heart skipped a beat and felt a hell of a lot heavier than it did just a moment ago. I clenched my chest, balling my fist I wondered why felt this way...
"Sir, are you okay?" Asked the woman manning the desk. Holy crap, some emotion!
I cleared my mind, I got my wish... I finally get to see Artie again! Slowly, I removed the hand from my chest and stood taller in the hopes of looking more professional.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." And with a brief nod of my head, I scurried down the seeming endless hallways to Artie's room.
The thoughts remained in my head though, of the way I was feeling about Artie... I slowed down to a halt and looked down at the ground, suddenly a crack in the vinyl flooring took my interest.
"Do I..." I trailed off, not asking anyone in particular.
I shook my head furiously, I was simply excited to see him again. That's all. My spark renewed, a smile on my face; I continued to hurry to Arthur.
Arthur P.O.V.
I was shakily brushing my teeth when I heard my door open, I prayed that it wasn't another chatty idiot that I got for my carer toda-
"Artie!" Damn.
Spitting my toothpaste out into -hopefully- where the sink was, I turned around.
"Hello Alfred, it has been a long-"
"There's you and your 'too-cool-for-you' attitude, I've missed it!" Interrupted the American, loudly and rudely.
Sighing, I chose to ignore him. I went to the bedside table -almost knocking my toe against the wood- to slip on my sweatshirt. Honestly, I felt kind-of happy now that I had someone to talk to... Even if it was the talkative American.
"I see you've already found your way around the room." Alfred said, casually.
"Mm." I hummed, "it's not that hard to make a mental-map of a place as cramped as this is- what two point seven by three?"
"Wow..." Alfred breathed, obviously impressed. "How do you know that when you are-"
"Blind?" I interjected, he nodded in reply. "It's easier than you think. You learn to visualise and look into things that those with sight take for granted."
"What kind of things?" He asked, honestly.
I stood closer to him, he stepped back slightly.
"Stay still." I ordered.
"But why-"
"It helps if you stay still." I said.
And so he did, he was standing stiff, I could tell. My lip twitched in amusement, before humming and listing out quickly:
"You are around five-nine point six? Your size indicates that you'd be around my age twenty or twenty-one, but I believe you're probably nineteen." I placed my hand on him, he stiffened more. I apologised, and lifted my hand away.
"No, no!" He yelped quickly. "Keep going." I nodded, and replaced my hand and let it roam around his body. Of course I wasn't being perverted... Just showing him what I could see without my eyes. But still I felt my face heat up and my fingers began to tingle.
"You have a bulky build..." I squeezed his stomach, making him squeak. I chuckled lightly. "It might be a mix between chubbiness and muscle." Pausing to take a breath, I slowly moved my hand toward where my senses imagined his head to be, and they were right. "Glasses, I'm going to go with a silver-rim?" I heard him gasp. Bingo. I got on my tip-toes slightly, to run a hand through his hair, noticing the shiver he made when I felt a certain sticking up piece of hair. I grinned. "Short hair, I'm going to go with perhaps blonde... You have a sticky up part..." I paused, desperately trying to mask the smile that was forcing itself upon my lips. "Which-" chuckle, "seems to be your erogenous spot... Is it not?" I could hear the embarrassment in the boy's voice when he stuttered out:
"I-it might be..."
I burst out laughing, I couldn't hold it any longer.
"Don't- Don't laugh, it's not funny, man!"
"I'm sorry Alfred," I wiped a tear from my eye. "That is just too funny."
I heard him huff out in annoyance, before saying.
"You look good when you smile." Oh.
There was an awkward silence, I wasn't sure if I looked shocked right now... But I certainly felt shocked. My face was probably glowing red too. Smacking my now dry lips together, I hastily said:
"S-shall we go get some breakfast then?"
"Uh... Yeah."
We walked down the corridor silently, Alfred sometimes grabbing my arm to pull me gently into the right direction.
Alfred P.O.V.
Agh, I've made it weird now! I glanced over at Artie, he looked all flustered. Why did I have to mess it up. Ugh. My inner conflict was paused when someone bumped into Arthur.
"Artie are you-" I stopped when I noticed who it was.
"Oh sorry Roderich, are you okay?" Arthur said.
I was shocked, he knew who Roderich was... And he was talking to him! He can't even see him I-
"Yes I'm okay, but I'm more worried about you Arthur... I hit you quite hard there." Oh my gosh, he talked, he talked!
"No worries Roderich, are you not here with Miss Elizabeta?"
Roderich looked sheepish, before replying.
"I seemed to have lost her..." He mumbled.
"Roddy!" I heard a familiar voice shriek.
Artie laughed before saying:
"You'd better be off, wouldn't want the poor lady fretting even more so!"
"Yes... I'll be off now, excuse me." Roderich patted Arthur's shoulder awkwardly, before exchanging a quick glance at me and looking worried. He ran off without saying a thing to me.
When he was completely out of view, I turned to Artie shocked once again and asked him how he had got so close to Roderich.
"Ah, Whilst I was... In solitude- I played with him."
"What game?"
"Not a game, you muppet! He played piano whilst I played the violin beside him."
"Oh, I see." I hummed. I wouldn't tell him I saw him, I don't know why I wouldn't tell him... I just wanted to keep it a secret.
Checking my watch, I screeched.
"What! What is it?" Arthur shrieked, alarmed.
"We only have five minutes of breakfast left..." I laughed nervously.
"You dolt! Come along then, let's not miss out on the deliciously bad cereals that seem to be the close relative to gravel."
I grinned and replied, "yep!" before pulling him gently towards the cafeteria.
When we were at the door, we were welcomed by a certain person that I didn't like, at all.
"Oh Alfred, who is your new friend. He is quite cute, da?"
Oh my goodness, guys! I am so very sorry it took me this long to update. I feel so bad, and this chapter isn't very good. I'm sorry to have probably disappointed you. I just can't get inspiration at the moment, so I really hope you don't mind, and I'll try to do better with the next. Anyway, Alfred seems to be realising his feelings quicker than a certain Briton, but Arthur is still hung up over Francey-pants. The story for this week... Hm. Whilst I was watching our school's sports day, I fell asleep with my head on my friends lap, and because we were wearing war paint, I got blue all over her skirt. She said it was fine, but I felt bad. Anyway, review please, it helps me know what you want from this story... I love using your suggestions.