Thinkin' Bout Me
"Alfred?"
Both blondes froze in their spots. Called blonde raised his head at the door to hear repeated knocking. He shot an apologetic pout towards his brother who just shrugged.
Getting up, he hurried to the door, unlocking it to be met with an all too familiar man. A pang in his heart made him look away.
"Took you long enough? Belt up next time and answer more quickly!" were the first words he was hit with, only to nod and let the other in.
Disheveled choppy blonde locks adorned an angry ace, fierce emerald eyes and knitted eyebrows together. The shorter of the two entered and set his coat in the rack next to the door before facing the other, the pose of crossed arms made Alfred stiffen in his place, closing and locking the door before leaning on it.
"You quit." Arthur said quietly, sparring the other a fierce glare.
"What-"
"You quit your job!" he was interrupted with. It was Alfred's turn to furrows his eyebrows together in confusion.
"Why does it matter to you?"
"Why wouldn't it?" Arthur retorted. Alfred wavered in his anger, but kept up a mad face.
"Why…" He breathed out, looking away from the other.
"Because if I have to deal with some sorry broke ass childish git like you, there will be hell." He visibly flinched at the words, hearing the venom in all of his words.
The other finally gave a sigh, making Alfred's blue eyes stray to look up from the ground to see the mad expression had softened to one of concern; something more than rare to see on the British man's face. Alfred only pouted more, looking away once more. Only did his gaze stray towards the other as he felt a weight on his shoulder. A pained expression hit Alfred.
"Alfred. I just don't want you to be helpless…" Blue eyes strained to keep looking those emeralds ones before he turned his head away. He could slowly feel the anger boiling and growing inside him.
"I'm not helpless and I will never be." He plainly stated before stalking off in a different direction of his apartment. He heard footsteps following him and he just turned away once more, reaching his bedroom before he felt was pulled back.
Alfred gave a cry as he fell back and was pressed against the other's chest, feeling the grip on his shoulder lift and two hands slither around his neck.
"Alfred, do not do this please." He felt the soft breaths against the crook of his neck, making him shiver a bit. The blonde just resisted the hold, struggling against him. Only did the grip around his neck tighten, making Alfred feel a hitch in his breath.
"L-Let go-"
"I refuse to Alfred, plus you'll probably hide off in your room. Stay." Arthur said more forceful, keeping the other in his place.
Alfred eyes strayed from the door in front of him to a shadow on his right. Blue eyes met dark purples ones that seemed to look straight through him. He gave a slight shudder.
The shaggy blonde behind him felt the movement and raised his head from the other's back to stare up at the corner, only to see a black presence. He froze in his spot.
"Demon." He whispered softly. That earned him an elbow to the ribs. Arthur fell to the floor, clutching at his ribs and giving a low groan. Alfred quickly ran into his room, the black shadow form following.
It only gave a moment for Arthur to raise his head, meeting those dark piercing purple eyes.
"He's mine." The door was slammed in his face.
The continuous ringing was echoing in the rather filled condo. A groan escaped the lips of a laid out figure, hidden under the sheets to hide from the availing sun. A hand snaked from the cover to grab the phone. He pressed it against his eye, sitting up to give a yawn.
"Bonjour, how may I be of assistance?" He croaked out, scratching at the scruffy chin. The sheet fell off of his naked chest.
A sniffle from the other line made the other man wake up more to understand who was calling. He gave a sigh and just leaned against the wall. It took a minute for the other to calm himself down to actually speak.
"I-It's Alfred again Francis…" Arthur said in a soft voice. "That thing still has a hold of him…" Francis gave a sigh and rose from the bed, walking out towards his office. He didn't bother with his own nude self for it was his house; regularly was he like this anyways.
"How bad is he?" The other asked, flipping open the only folder on his desk. It'd been there for the last year. A picture of a blonde American was clipped to it, a beamed grin at the camera at the time. His blue eyes seemed to just look past you. Francis passed a little smile at it as he flipped it up to go through the folder. 'Patient Notes' was written on the top of a heavily filled page.
"Worse. The thing is now taking a form almost. He can't seem to grasp how bad it is for him," The pause made Francis stop from his writing in his notes.
"He quit his job because of it. Francis, he's getting worse." The despair was beyond evident in his voice and the French man finished his notes before closing the folder.
"You know what I have to do Mon Ami and it's not in your or my interest to do it." He warned in a wary voice. He'd been watching over the American since he was child, watching as how the older he got, the more the evidence seemed to grow. There was so little time left.
Till he was finally not Alfred anymore.
A/N:
Oh wow
I haven't updated in a while
I had major writer's block, but I hope this gave a bit of suspense !
if you can guess Francis' job, then I congratulate you :P
anyways, Reviews are always welcomed!