5:23 P.M.
Both Arthur and Gilbert were drunk.
It took a lot more rounds of beers and whiskey to bring the prince down then Arthur, but nonetheless here they were. Side-by-side on an old couch, staring at the clock.
"So this guy . . . Alfred?" muttered the prince, not sure if he got the name right, "he liked to call you Iggy?"
"yeah, that lil' Yankee gave it to me the first time we met"
"Huh . . ." if Gilbert were sober he would have remember the reason why he left the large house he lived in, why his head was still aching, and why he was already buzzed out of his mind, staring at a clock, with a aggressive British drunk.
But he didn't.
"So whatever happened to your little pet?"
"He's not my PET"
"Sure, and I'm going to start living in a shack"
Taking a deep breath, Arthur said, "It's not really pleasant to think about . . . . "
"He dumped ya didn't he"
Arthur fell silent, with an expression that seemed emotionless, except that the corners his deep sea-green eyes were starting to water; he quickly drained what was left in the bottle. After that was finished he headed for a cabinet, which was in the back of the room, and took out another.
At the sight of his new friend drowning away his sorrows, Gilbert felt a small hint of guilt that just kept eating at his insides.
"Look, man, I didn't mean to start shit with you. It's just . . . . The booze got to me and—"
"Quit trying to comfort me like some southern pansy, I wasn't going to cry"
"Alrighty, whatever floats your boat"
"Yer just a horrible person to be with"
"I never said I was perfect, I'm awesome but not perfect"
"Well, it doesn't matter anyways"
Arthur leaned against the wall, trying to fight back the raging emotions going on inside his mind, but the prince wasn't an expert on the emotions of others or how to even deal with them. He never had to, really. So Gilbert did the only thing he thought he could do at the time.
He stood up, went to where Arthur leaned, and handed him a beer.
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"You look so cute!"Squealed Felix, trying hard not to whip out a camera. Alfred has left the shop awhile ago to get something to eat, Felix didn't mind though, he liked to surprise people. "I, like, can't wait till your bro sees you in this!"
"b-but isn't it a bit short for me?" Matthew said shyly, trying to pull his dress down. It was a simple outfit, a plain black Lolita dress that was a bit tight around his hips and somewhat shorter than the last two dresses, with a tyrian-purple color ribbon in his hair. Felix also made him paint his nails the same color as his ribbon.
"If I hadn't know better I swear you were totally a chick"
"Yeah I guess I do look like one" Matthew turned his hips side-to-side, making his dress twirls around with him. "was the garter* really necessary?"
On the side of the garter was a little maple leaf.
"It's a nice touch!"
Sighing, Matthew was at least grateful that he was going to wear flats instead of heels; one-inch or not they were still hard to walk in!
"SoNiewiele ciągiem fryzjerski, what are you planning to do?"
"There's not much of a plan"
"Fer real? I seriously thought, like, you could at least know what to do with the guy"
Matthew stopped twirling dress and shot a horrified glare at the polish man "I-it's not that kind of date!"
"I never said it was" Felix couldn't help but smirked at the Canadian's reaction. Never has he ever notice the shy boy, or even knew he existed, until now, he wonder was why that. "Gees, like, keep your mind out of the gutter"
Matthew was going to say something when the soft ting-ing sound of bells dance into the room, the front door of the boutique was slowly opening as though the person opening it was trying to sneak in.
"Um . . . can I, like, help you?" shouted Felix across the room, wondering if he should just crush the door on the intruder's fingers.
The door was suddenly swung wide open as a fast blurred figured past by the polish man and grabbed Matthew by the arm, dragging into the dressing room.
"H-hey! Que faites-vous?"
"Mattie, it's me" whispered Alfred, with a hint of worry in his voice, "we have to get out of town, now!"
"What!?!"
"No time to explain; let's just forget that we ever moved into this village and start our lives over in a new and very, very, very~ faraway one"
"Alfred, just calm down! What happened?"
The American apparently didn't want to hear to that question; his eyes looking anywhere except his baby brother, guilt and fear plastered on his face. Matthew just knew something was wrong.
"Alfred, what did you do?" he said sternly
"W-well . . ."
"Alfred"
"I . . . u-umm . . . s-sort ran into . . . Braginski"
Matthew stopped breathing.
"And I was m-minding my own business w-when he asked about you"
His whole body grew tense.
"I told him it wasn't r-really his shit to deal with a-and . . . . . . Did I ever mention how much I really love you?"
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5:48 P.M.
"That ungrateful lil' whelp! I try to be my fuckin' best and for what!" cried Arthur; he used his right armed-sleeve to wipe the tears away, while he used his left to pour another drink, "to be stood-up by some damn bloody asshole!"
"Now, now, just . . . let it all out . . . I guess" he tried focusing hard on every 'comfort line' he had ever seen or heard from the wonderful world of sitcoms and reality TV shows. "Um . . . it'll all be okay?"
Scheiße, I'm too rich and important to be doing something like this! Thought the prince, I have people paid to do this kind of crap. . .
"Oh Gilbert! You such a good friend" the British man threw himself at the unprepared prince before bursting into a hysterical sob. "You are so fuckin' awesome! I'm so glad yer here!"
Well at least he has some sense of sanity ". . . yeah sure . . . you just keep reminding yourself that . . . . . oh shit, what is they say? . . . . That there's? no . . . one else . . . . Like you?" ist das recht?
Arthur looked up at the crimson-eyed prince and said "(sniff) r-really?"
"Um . . . yeah"
The Brit tried his hardest to hold back an oncoming sob that threaten to surface and he failed doing so. Unfortunately for Gilbert, he also ran out of phrases and lines.
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"OMG! Let go Matthew!" yelled Felix, just in time before a very enraged Canadian strangled the life out of his brother with a stocking.
"Mattie~" plead Alfred "I promise to get us out of it, I didn't know he'd remember your 'alter ego', I just figured he'll forget about you like everyone else does" then again, we've all been noticing him when he's in a dress, wonder why's that?
"Alfred do you realized how much shit I'm going to get! If that Russian prick shows up at the fucking pub it's all over, I'm going to get both humiliated and my ass kicked!"
"Leave it to me! I'll make sure that commie bastard never sets foot into that place at all!"
"Yeah, like I'm really going to . . . . " Matthew stopped his sentence when he saw the look on his older brother's face.
It was the same face he used when he destroyed their kitchen, burned down the shed, flooded the bathroom, and almost killed his pet polar bear. It always reminded Matthew how much Alfred really did care and how he always helped him through it.
It was times like these the Canadian wished he was strong like his older brother.
"So" said Matthew, "what's the plan?"
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A/N:
Hey everybody! I got my computer fixed and I decided to update earlier than I usually do, thank you so much for reading! I'm also aware that I had made a few typos and writing' mistakes in general& I'm sorry for those, I try to make it a habit to proof read (which I rarely do)
Thanks to Mim for being so supportive, you're such a sweetheart 3
*garter ~ it's a band used to hold up stockings, if you still have no clue just Google it up!
Translations:
Niewiele ciągiem fryzjerski ~ little drag dresser
Que faites-vous? ~ what are you doing?
Scheiße ~ shit
ist das recht? ~ is that right?
I just want to say thanks to though who have reviewed, my life at this point is just terrible and if you could just write one, it could be just be "hey I'm reading this" & it would make my day so much brighter
Please & thanks
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