I'M SO SORRY! I haven't been good about updating I know. I don't even have a good excuse! I've just been having massive writer's block lately and all of my fics are going slow so it'll be quite a bit of time before I update again probably. Hopefully I'll get out of my slump soon. Anyways, to make up for my lateness here's an extra long chapter! (well for me anyways). Sadly this chapter is unedited so i'm sorry for any terrible errors. Hope you enjoy!
don't own hetalia
Chapter 6
Alfred stared at his screen. Huh? That wasn't possible right? Alfred opened a new tab and checked google. Even after trying every single search engine he could think of, the Arthur Kirkland he knew never popped up.
Maybe, maybe he's an alien!
Alfred nodded, that sounded like a likely possibility. After all, Arthur had been snooping around the school a lot. He could be investigating Earth's weaknesses! Alfred decided that he would keep track of the man's movements for now and if they seemed sinister, then Alfred would heroically send him back where he came from! The American shut his laptop down and grinned. It would be just like in the movies! Alfred (the hero) would find out the bad guy (Arthur) was planning to take over the world or something then save the day and beat the bad guy!
Alfred frowned, but he didn't really want Arthur to be the bad guy. Even though he had only known the guy for three days Arthur seemed like a good guy (grouchy, too serious, and with crazy eyebrows but still a cool guy). Alfred looked out the window of his dorm at the burnt part of one of the buildings and remembered Arthur's little stunt right before the fire disappeared. Did he somehow put them out? Was that even possible? Alfred groaned at the onslaught of confusing thoughts. He flopped onto the bed. Whatever, he would deal with all of it some other time, for now, sleep.
Arthur stared giddily at the tablet and the jar of magic. He was on the right track now! He lifted the cloth from the stone and gasped. There was a faded image of something that could no longer be made out and surrounding the image was text in an old unrecognizable language. The decaying stone did not make it any easier to decipher what was on the tablet. He reached a hand out to touch the stone and pulled back just before the cold surface could graze his skin. He felt a very sinister aura leak from the object, it was suppressed but Arthur had a hunch that if he touched it something bad would happen. The fairies crawled around to get a closer look,
"Clover could you get me my chalk," Arthur asked the fairy dressed in green and white, the small creature nodded and flew back with a long piece of white chalk,
"Here you go Arthur!" she chimed. The boy smiled at her and took the proffered chalk,
"Thank you love," he then deftly began scribbling symbols and words around the tablet. He then looked at the bottled magic radiating a murky glow at the corner of the desk,
Better do the entire room just to be safe,
After making various protection and confinement spells around the room (in hidden places of course, he couldn't have someone walk in here and messing with them) Arthur stepped back and looked at his handiwork. Now if something did go wrong it would stay confined to the room. Arthur walked up to the bottle and hesitating uncorked it. Almost immediately the magical energy inside tried to escape. Arthur quickly muttered an incantation and the ball flashed a bright green before returning to its original color and flying out the window. Arthur turned to a few of his fairies,
"Poppy, Lilac, and Iris, could you follow that for me, I want to know where it's heading,"
"Yes sir!" they chorused and chased after the glowing ball. Arthur sat down in his chair and glared at the tablet. Now that he had sent the leftover magic residue back to its origin and sent the fairies after it, he could concentrate on this. Whoever, or whatever was behind all of this seemed very intent on getting rid of the stone. Arthur went to his book shelf of reference books and sighed. He was going to have to go through all the catalogued tablets in every single book wasn't he?
Arthur threw his hands up in frustration. Various books were now scattered around the floor,
"Bloody hell, this will take forever!" he cursed. The remaining fairies looked at him with concern,
"Arthur do you want any help?" a young one asked tentatively, the English boy shook his head,
"It's fine, I'll just find a different way,"
"But shouldn't it be simple? I mean you've done it before and very quickly haven't you?" Arthur looked at the young fairy,
"I have, but at those times I was able to read what was written and had a general idea of what I was looking for, but this time…" his gaze landed on the object in question, "I have no information to go off of. The only thing I can make of it is that I've seen Daighre studying something similar looking,"
"So why don't you just ask him?" the young fairy inquired, the rest of the fairies who have known Arthur longer giggled at the thought. Arthur scowled and furrowed his eyebrows,
"I'd rather not ask him for any help unless absolutely necessary," he muttered diving back into the books and flipping through pages. The young fairy looked lost and was pulled back by another, older, fairy,
"Come dear," she said, "we'll leave him alone for now,"
Alfred looked at the sky and positively shouted with joy, it was a beautiful morning and starting today, all classes were to be put on hiatus in preparation for the upcoming school festival. The students and teachers of each homeroom (sixth period) had ten days to plan, create, and execute the best event possible. It had been started originally as a gimmick to display the students' work to the rest of the world and show their progress but ended up being a competition between homerooms to see who could get the most customers. Alfred slung his backpack over his shoulder and jogged off to class. He was also going to begin phase one of his mission to find out who Arthur was!
When he reached the classroom and sat down in his seat next to the English boy his chipper face faltered. Arthur had his head down on the desk and was asleep. Alfred looked around to check that no one else had gotten to class yet then kneeled on the floor so he was level with Arthur's head. Wow, the boy looked like he didn't sleep a wink last night. Tell-tale signs of stress marred his face. Alfred stared at the sleeping boy inching closer with every new discovery of a sign of sleep deprivation.
Until Arthur's eyes snapped open,
"Why is your face so close to mine?" Arthur asked curtly. Alfred jumped back in surprise,
"Haha no reason! Just looking at your weird eyebrows is all!" Shit, not a good choice of words there, Alfred thought to himself as Arthur's face turned murderous,
"There is nothing wrong with my eyebrows! However I believe putting your face up that close is suspicious no?" Arthur said with a smirk. Alfred's face reddened a tinge just as people started filing into the classroom. Their homeroom teacher walked in just as the bell rang.
"Hello class! Today we begin planning for the school festival! Does anybody have any ideas?" He looked around the room; all of the students just stared at him like he had grown a second head. He sighed, "Fine, I want all of you to brainstorm ideas for today and we'll decide at the end of the hour, however, make sure whatever you have planned will not exceed this budget," he pointed to the figure written on the board. The students mumbled in agreement and then proceeded to talk with their friends about ideas. Arthur sat there with a blank expression on his face.
I should probably just ask to skip class and go back to investigating the tablet,
He thought to himself sleepily. Just as he was about to raise his hand though he noticed a certain America staring at him intently, Arthur scowled,
"What is it now Jones?"
"Nothing," he didn't stop staring. Arthur's eyebrow twitched,
"Then why in the world are you staring?" Alfred jumped back a bit at the question; he seemed only just to notice he had been staring,
"Me? Staring? In your dreams haha!" he laughed it off quickly. Damn, where had his ninja skills gone? (As Kiku likes to point out, he never had them) Arthur looked at him suspiciously. Alfred sighed, might as well just skip to part fourteen of his plan and just do the heroic hero-villain confrontation! He looked at the teacher who was distracted at the moment and took the opportunity to drag the shorter boy out the door into the empty hallway. Arthur kicked and spluttered as he was dragged. When both of them were out of the classroom Arthur freed himself roughly and straightened out his clothes then proceeded to chew Alfred out in a way that would have made a lesser man pee his pants.
"What the hell do you think you're doing dragging me like that? I could sue you for harassment!" He whisper-yelled not wanting to let the teacher find out they were gone. Alfred looked up and grinned,
"You couldn't sue me!" Arthur's heart skipped a beat and he almost panicked, yes it was true, he couldn't sue Alfred since he technically did not exist but Alfred shouldn't, and didn't, know that!
"W-what are you talking about you wanker of course I could!" he retorted. Alfred laughed,
"Nope! You can't! and ya know why? It's cause you're an alien from outerspace!" he declared proudly. Arthur stared at him mouth agape. For a few seconds he had actually believed Alfred was not an idiot and had actually figured it out, now he didn't know what to think. Taking a deep breath Arthur thought through his options,
"Fine, that's right, I'm an alien, you got me. I'm a time-traveling alien from the planet Gallifrey and am just stopping by for a visit" he said resignedly. Maybe the dolt would take the hint and forget about it. Instead Alfred seemed to get more excited,
"Duh! Of course I was right! Anyways! Since I'm the hero I will be foiling whatever dastardly deeds you plan!" he proclaimed loudly striking a pose causing Arthur face-palm. Did he not understand what sarcasm was?
At that moment the door to their classroom opened and out poked Glibert Beilschmidt,
"Guys, when you're done with whatever it is you're doing the teach wants you back in here so we can discuss who's doing what," He smirked. Arthur let the words settle,
"Wait we've already voted?"
"No, we've already voted dumbasses; you've just been standing outside," Alfred and Arthur looked at each other and then scrambled back into the classroom. The teacher looked over his shoulder to the boys from the words he was scrawling across the board,
"Wonderful of you two to join us again, since we've already voted and such we might as well move on. The class has decided to do a circus café," the two boys looked at the man puzzled,
"What?" asked the two teens in honest confusion. The man ran his fingers through his brown hair getting chalk dust into it,
"Us as a class will be running a café, the theme of the café is "the circus" as in a circus centric design and small shows of tricks performed in circus shows. The girls over here," he pointed to a rather large group of girls in the corner, "will be taking care of decorations and uniforms for waiters and waitresses. This group over here," a smaller group of mixed sex looked up from their notebooks already filled with ideas, "will be planning the illusions, tricks, and execution. This group will be preparing all the food," a small group of teens sat in the back discussing various pastries, treats, and drinks, "this group will be serving as waiters and waitresses," he pointed to the last group which Alfred noticed, included Gilbert, and his brother Matthew. Arthur furrowed his eyebrows,
"So what will we be doing then sir?" he asked. The teacher gave a small (dare I say mischievous?) smile,
"Since you skipped on the decision process you two automatically got the jobs no one else wanted of course. You two will be advertising. This means you will be wearing costumes that represent our café and hand out fliers advertising our café throughout the school. If you're caught slacking off I will deduct points. And that goes for all of you, I want to win this year as do hopefully most of you." He looked at the class with a strange glint in his eyes. Nobody spoke slightly freaked out by their usually calm, laid-back teacher's sudden personality change. When the bell rang everyone left the room as quickly as possible, Arthur and Alfred included.
Arthur strode through the hallways quickly trying to get away from the loud-mouthed American following him.
"Artie! hey! Wait up!" Arthur stopped in place and turned around to yell,
"Don't call me that you bloody wanker!" Alfred grinned at the words,
"but it got you to stop didn't it?" Arthur realized this was true and turned around to run but Alfred latched onto his sleeve,
"Uh uh, you're not getting away!" he tsked merrily. Arthur blushed in irritation and embarrassment and averted his eyes. Alfred continued to talk, "anyways, since I was right and all about you being an alien I've got a few questions for you to answer!"
"I was being sarcastic! I'm not a fucking alien!" Arthur gritted shaking his arm loose from the taller boy's grip. Alfred looked surprised,
"Really? Then what are you? I mean you aren't listed anywhe-," Arthur slapped his palm over Alfred's mouth and looked around quickly; seems like nobody heard. He leaned in close so only Alfred could hear him and whispered harshly,
"Do no, and I repeat do not say that out loud! If you do, I will end you?" Alfred wrenched the hand off his mouth,
"well then tell me who you are and then I'll decide whether or not to tell your secret,"
"Are you threatening me?" the English boy fumed. Alfred cupped his hands around his mouth and took a deep breath aiming at the other students walking around enjoying their free hour before returning to class,
"HEY! ARTH-," Arthur once again slapped his hand over the others mouth,
"Fine, fine, I'll tell you, just not here in the open alright?" Alfred nodded and Arthur uncovered his mouth,
"Follow me. We'll be going to my dorm room; it'll be easier to explain there," Arthur said as he started walking. Alfred followed excitedly. As Arthur looked over his shoulder back at the eager American he sighed, what was he going to do now?
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