6:10 P.M.
Gilbert has never felt so fucked.
Arthur has been questioning him nonstop since he blurted out the last fucking thing he wanted to say to a commoner. He didn't know what possessed him to even mention he owns not only the village, but the whole fucking land. So after realizing that he need to haul-ass if he wanted to make it in time, look decent enough, and try to act as sober as possible, Gilbert need help.
And he hated asking for help, that fact that he had to ask Arthur was even worse.
It would be an understatement to say that the British man was monologue-ing. It bothered the prince even more when he would randomly stop for a few seconds before exploding into a different conversation that has nothing to do with the original topic; it wasn't really clear whether he figured it out or not.
It didn't really matter; all he wanted was to have Arthur shut the fuck up so he could just ask for his help already. He figured that if he waited for him to stop on his own, it'll never end. Walking over to one of the red chairs was a half empty bottle of whiskey, still chilly from being in the fridge. Not knowing if this was the best idea he had so far, but it was the only idea.
"Hey Arthur"
"Are you really on drugs, you know they're horrible for— what?"
Not taking time to bother answering he poured the whole bottle over the Brit's head, giving it a few shake to make sure it was all gone.
"What the fuck!"
"Look, I need your help."
"Why did you fuckin' drench me in whiskey!"
"You wouldn't stop talking, Jesus if I had known you'll be pissy—"
"You poured one of my best drinks on me, plus I'm still not finished with you yet!"
"Okay, I fuckin' get it! I'll tell you everything after you help me out . . . please."
Arthur thought it through before he said "Deal. What's the trouble?"
"I got to a date to attend and it's in twenty minutes"
"Well shit, sorry to say this but you're fucked."
"Thanks captain obvious, you think you got anything decent for me to wear. I wouldn't want to look like a commoner—"
"A what?"
"Never mind" why do I keep doing that? "I'll just wear a pair of jeans and a shirt, simple but sweet."
"Jeans?"
"Do you even own jeans?" he let out an exhausted sigh. Out of all the townsfolk in this village, Arthur is the only one that doesn't own a pair of jeans. "Seriously, get with the time frame..."
"Shut up. We'll find something" Arthur headed over to his bedroom thinking what the prince might want to wear. He called Gilbert over and allowed him to take his pick.
"Is this all?" he said somewhat gloomily.
"I ain't a bloody king" he muttered, Gilbert closed himself in the room to change. Even thought they couldn't see each other, Arthur could tell the prince was smirking when he heard this.
"Neither am I, yet"
"What in the Queen's name are you talking about?"
Queen? "Don't worry about it..." There's not a queen yet neither.
"Honestly you're going to drive me completely bonkers!"
"Yeah, yeah whatever."
Gilbert never thought about marriage, he knew he had to do it eventually, if he wanted the throne. Then again, he wasn't the kind of guy that could really handle a commitment that big if it meant spending the rest of his life with some high maintenance, pure bred, prissy bitch. God, he'll drown a gallon of bleach before that day ever happens.
Arthur was getting impatient and said, "Hey, are you trying to banjax* my room or you just having a little 'you time'?"
Gilbert, being the awesome guy that he was, stared at himself at the mirror in utter despair "Um, I think we have a little problem"
"What kind of problem?"
The prince stepped out and it took all of Arthur's will from exploding in a fit of hysterics. It seemed that neither of them noticed that the British man was a lot shorter and a bit thinner than the red-eyed man. The blue shirt that he picked couldn't be button all the way and the ends of the pants went up to his calves, showing off his socks that had yellow baby chicks on them.
"When you said little, you really meant it didn't you" at this point. Arthur couldn't contain the laughter from exploding from his chest and fell to the floor clutching at his sides. The prince couldn't do anything but glare at him.
"Shut the fuck up! It's your fault from being such a midget!"
"Sticks and stones~"
"Okay, I look stupid could you please just find something else... asshole..."
After a bit Arthur stopped laughing and thought of the other clothes he had, a few seconds went by before that blank look was on his face again.
"Well" he said, "I do have one outfit, it doesn't belong to me though but I guess you could have it"
"Is it your size?" muttered the prince
"No, it's far too big for me . . . ." the Brit went to a room across from his own and brought out a normal looking red box. "Here, try this on" handling it to him.
Gilbert wonder what was in this box that made his new friend look so . . . sad, he figured he should just accept it without being a smart ass, for once. "Thanks man, I owe you one"
"No problem, hurry up though. You ain't got much time"
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"You think that when we die, we'll all end up in the same place we started?"
"What the fuck are you talking about Alfred?" asked Matthew, Felix left earlier to 'set up' the pub. The shop has been closed immediately as soon when Alfred offered to take care of it, which was a very good and very wise thing to do.
"No just think about it, if we end up trying to find our way through the world only to end up at the same place, wouldn't you be pissed?"
"Wait. Why are we talking about this?" he felt like he was back in high school, when he used to 'smoke it out' with all of his classmates who mange to realized he existed. A time in his life he was just slightly ashamed of.
"It's just something I remember we talked about once."
"But it doesn't make sense"
"Look, what if you searched for something all your life, died, and then ended up in the place you started! Wouldn't that be fucked up?"
"Wouldn't I go to heaven?"
"Or hell."
"That's not nice..."
"Focus! If you somehow magically manage to be reborn, and end up where you were after all that you did for . . . whatever, wouldn't that just suck?"
"Well that depends, what was I searching for?"
"Anything! A car, a puppy, the tastiest fucking burger, the best place to find—"
"Love."
"Love?"
"Yeah, why not. Isn't that something worth finding?"
Alfred didn't say anything at first, he open his mouth but closed it before any noise could be heard. The American turned his head to stare out the store's window, watching people pass by and thinking quietly to himself. Matthew couldn't remember the last time Alfred thought about something as hard as he did now. Except for that one time . . . .
"Alfred?"
"Hm?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking—"
"About Iggy?" Alfred flinched. "You know, he's still around. You should go talk to him—"
"I can't, he won't . . ." his voice trailed off, almost echoing off the walls and back.
Matthew leaned up against his elbows to get a better look at his brother "How do you know if you haven't tried?"
"Trust me, he won't even looked at me"
Letting out a deep sigh Matthew stood up and tip toed over to where Alfred sat.
"Brother..."
"Yes?"
SMACK!
"Ow! What the fuck!" Alfred's hand automatically went to his cheek, trying not to show the obvious pain on his face "for a guy who has such a girly figure, you hit pretty hard!"
"You're acting pathetic," Matthew said ",if you going to be calling yourself a hero you better stop sulking in the corner like a bitch!"
Damn, thoughtAlfred, it's about time Mattie grew some fuzz on his peaches.
It didn't occur to him that Matthew was growing older, he already graduated from high school and as soon as they have enough money he'll go to college. The whole idea of seeing his brother leave and start a life of his own made the American feel . . . okay. Ever since their mother died and their papa started working to support them, he made sure Matthew didn't get into deep shit. Now that Mattie is old enough to take care of himself, Alfred has already done what he can.
"Oh Mattie!" he threw his arms around Matthew, who squeak from the sudden embrace, and all he wanted now was to hug his brother senseless. "You know, I always wanted you to be happy and find someone who makes you feel wonderful whenever he or she looked at you! I'm not sure if you're straight or not, but that doesn't matter! Just find someone who that treats you right, make sure you have everything you need, who makes sure you're never going to have to face a day with another frown, or end up alone, or get hurt . . ."
Three wet drops fell on his shoulder as he felt Alfred slightly shake in his arms, the seconds went by and nothing happened between them. Just like last time, they waited until the tears stopped and everything would be okay, even if they could just pretend.
Alfred took in a long breath before whisper in his brother's ear "P-promise me, Mattie, find someone w-who's willing to do all that, even if they don't w-want to, and find someone that is everything I f-failed to be"
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6:26 P.M.
After a semi-quick shower, a rampage through Arthur's bathroom cabin, and rubbing himself with candles just to smell good, Gilbert liked what he saw.
It wasn't as nice as the suits he was used to wearing but it would have to do. Gilbert didn't know where Arthur got it; he wasn't going to ask either. The British man was too short for it and not as muscular. That was the first obvious thing about it.
"Well" he said, feeling not as doomed as before "whoever owned this sure had a decent taste."
The pants were black and tight (which he thought looked pretty hot on him), the maroon colored shirt wasn't that bad neither, even if some areas were darker than most. The black jacket had a plain white tie that he guessed went with the whole suit but decide it looked better without it.
The prince had to admit, he looked better than he had planned.
He sighed "better get the show on the road" and with that he stepped out of the room, where Arthur was waiting impatiently.
"It's about bloody time" his green eyes scan up and down at him before muttering "it suits you well."
"Yeah, I've noticed. Hurry up and get your lazy ass ready, I'm taking you with me"
"What!"
"Just in case I need backup."
"For what?"
"What do you mean 'for what?' I just answered you."
"All you said was that you need backup."
"Just. In. Case." He said, with an expression that clearly stated 'duh' on his face.
In humble honesty, the prince always had someone around to make sure things were in check, occasionally he was able to go places independently, but not if it meant meeting someone not known to anyone he was related to. He was royalty after all.
"Well, I should I?" Arthur said
"You got anything better to do?"
After staying still for a while, not talking or making eye contact it was clear that, no, he had absolutely nothing to do. Besides drink, bitch, and cry.
Letting out a sigh of defeat, he stood straight from his chair, grabbed the closest bottle to him, took a swing and said "A'ight, off we go then!"
And so the two half-sober-ish men left to where the main event was about to start.
. . . . X . . . .
"I can't do this! I thought I could handle it but I was wrong! So fucking wrong!"
"Mattie you got to! Just pretend he's a girl—"
"How does that work out!" Matthew held on the handle of the door harder, scared out of wits. "I can't believe you're letting me go through this! I thought you loved me!"
"I do but just do this once, it won't happen again"
"That's what you said every time you forget to feed Kumajira!"
"His name is Kumajirou, Mattie."
"W-whatever, I'm not going!"
"Yes you are!"
"NO!"
And so a struggle broke out between the two, Matthew kicked Alfred in the gut and tried locking himself in the dressing room, but Alfred tackled him to the floor and pinned him down with his knees, trying to tie his hand behind his back with a sock. This was hard to focus on whenever he got elbowed in the face.
"This could have been easier," he gasped, it was like the time he had to take Matthew to the doctors to get shots, "but we don't have much time. I'll untie you when we arrived there, behave yourself"
"Alfred, please!" this was ending horribly for him, they had, had such a nice brotherly moment together until Alfred looked at the clock, never had he hated a cuckoo clock so much in all his life.
"Mattie" he tried wondering what to say to make his case seem not so bad "just think of it this way: you might get lucky"
Matthew has never felted so fucked.
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A/N:
Hello, this is Echi's beta Kari! She will never know I've been here ssshhhhhhhh!
(it's2:21 A.M. at the current moment) (for me its 1:26... A.M.)
Hey you guys, I've missed you so much! As you see, I'm not dead & I finally updated! I had finals then for some cruel reason my computer died on me & I couldn't work on it, I even tried writing it out but it turns out everyone I knew has run out of lined paper & pens. *That and your wonderful author here is the ULTIMATE PROCRASTINATOR and can not concentrate on writing things at my place because she's such an effing spaz!*
it was so cruel . . .
Anywho, I got news: this story will now be beta-ed by one of my close friends & she's a great writer but doesn't like posting any of her work. Which I hope one day to steal & posted it without her knowing x) *This is her beta, Kari, and trust me when I say that you lovely, lovely people will never know the pain and suffering that my writing induces :-3 *
banjax*~ its mostly Scottish slang for ruin or destroy but I always wanted to use it.
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BTW, after this chappy, the date WILL HAPPEN! Or I will kill Echi!