Arthur had woken up to find him in a strange setting. In a strange bed, in some stranger's house, eating even stranger food, ugh. His head throbbed in pain.

"Mattie, maybe you should get to sleep, Arthur barely woke up." Alfred suggested, only getting a frown from the younger boy.

The green eyed angel shook his head. "I don't mind," he said softly causing Matthew to grin and tenderly tug at Arthur's fingers. Alfred sighed, but he smiled as well. Arthur, on the other hand, went slightly red.

"So, you just fell out of the sky?" The older blond asked from across the small dinner table, watching as the creature picked at the hamburger on his plate.

Arthur nodded. "The storm was pretty bleeding rough, I mean, I got knocked into a telephone from the winds, and I guess that's how I ended up in your backyard."

Alfred tilted his head at the way the creature spoke. He grinned. So, we have a British angel in our house. As if it couldn't get any weirder than this.

Matthew kept gazing at Arthur as if he was the most interesting thing in the world.

Which he probably was.

Catching a glimpse of the time Alfred smiled. "Come on, Matt, you need to go to sleep, you have school in the morning."

"B-But, I wanted to stay up and talk to Mr. Kirkland more," he fought back, even though he knew he was in for defeat. He could only feign sleep for so long.

"Excuse us for a sec'," Alfred gave Arthur a smile as he lifted Matthew over his shoulder and carried him up the stairs. Arthur could hear soft, tired laughter and Matthew's giggling.

They were taking this all much better than he thought they would.

After all, if he was human and an angel landed in his own backyard, why, he would've gone off his trolley! But this man simply opened his house up for him as if it were nothing. As if Arthur was normal. He smiled at this thought.

Alfred was a really nice person.

"Sorry if he bothered you or anythin'. He tends to get a bit excited." Alfred said as he came back from Matthew's room. Arthur shook his head in reply.

It stayed quiet in the kitchen for awhile.

"Can you fly?" Arthur heard the man in front of him ask quietly, almost in a childish sense. Arthur nodded.

The angel could feel the blond man's beautiful blue eyes on him. He tried not to tremble. "I…I think my wing is broken," Arthur mumbled, pointing to one wing that was at a different and awkward looking angle than the other. Peeking down at their feet, Alfred could see that it was dragging on the ground.

"Prop it up on the table." Alfred ordered as Arthur quickly complied, not knowing what the man planned on doing. It was a broken wing, it would heal by itself. Hopefully.

Alfred let out a soft sigh as he noticed blood splattered on the snow white feathers. "Does it hurt?" he questioned as he tenderly searched for the source of the blood.

"A little."

"Just a little?" Alfred made a face as he rose from his chair to grab iodine and the antibiotic he had used earlier. "Follow me." Alfred motioned with his hand to Arthur, leading him towards the first floor's restroom.

Why are you doing this?

"It might sting a little, be careful," the man warned as he stretched out the wing slightly and began to pour the iodine solution he had made on the wound. Arthur bit his lip, ignoring the copper taste in his mouth and laid his head on Alfred's shoulder. It didn't sting a little, it burned like bloody hell.

Alfred, now flushed, let the iodine solution soak through and opened the antibiotic. "S-Sorry," he apologized, slightly embarrassed as he carefully poured the other liquid on the wound. This time it didn't hurt as much.

Arthur had gripped onto Alfred's shoulder, balling a part of his shirt in his hand as he waited for the pain to go away. "I'm gonna tape your wing to your body now, okay? I don't want it to be draggin' on the floor and gettin' all dirty." Arthur just nodded. He noted that Alfred's aura calmed him instantly. He also liked his scent, and his gentle voice. But it was just an observation.

They both remained quiet while Alfred taped the creature's wing to his body.

"C-Careful! That hurt!" Arthur mumbled in pain against Alfred's shoulder.

Alfred quickly jumped up. "I'm sorry!" He clumsily finished up the job. "Can you breathe alright?"

The angel let go of Alfred's shoulder, automatically missing the warmth—not that he'd ever admit it though—and turned to look at his wing. "Yeah, it doesn't hurt that much anymore. Um…thanks, you know, for everything." Arthur said, almost silently and stood up. He had to admit, it was pretty uncomfortable at first, but it was something he could get used to for a little while.

"I guess I should be on my way," Arthur said as he tried to walk around the restroom, getting used to the awkward weightless feeling on his right. Alfred remained seated and watched, trying not to laugh at the graceless angel.

It wasn't long before Alfred couldn't contain his laughter anymore. He broke out into guffaws which only made Arthur Kirkland aggravated.

"What's so bleeding funny, huh? Have you lost your plot or something?" Arthur frowned even more, a blush rising to his cheeks. Alfred was laughing. At him. If it wasn't such a beautiful sound, the creature was sure he would've knocked him out cold.

Alfred only smiled at the British angel, who continued to look shafted.

"I-I'm sorry!" The blue eyed man gasped out, holding his sides, "You just look so funny, and you're so off balance!" Alfred's laughter boomed through the house. If Matthew wasn't used to this by now, he would've jolted awake.

Arthur only made a face that somewhat resembling a pout. It made Alfred smile more.

"Don't leave yet, please." He pleaded now, his voice soft and tired. He kept his smile on and Arthur stood in front of this man, cheeks flushed. "Matthew will be so sad if he doesn't see you in the morning. Nobody ever visits us…and you're in no condition to leave anyway."

The green eyed angel opened his mouth to retort, but was immediately cut off.

"Please, just stay a few more days."

Arthur sighed. It couldn't hurt, he guessed.

"A…Alright," he muttered in defeat.

And Alfred smiled.