So Sorry For The LATENESS! I will do two chapters today to mark the new year and my first two followers! You know who you are! Thank you both, complete strangers, for enjoying my talent and love for tongue twisters!

Slight Time Skip

Alfred watched the lights in the club shine off the glimmering bodies. All dancing sexual, all drinking like no tomorrow. There was not much they could get out of the lead, Allen. Wellll.. he did say to check here for a possible suspect, but that was far from enough to satisfy the Russian and American duo. Of course minus the Commie Ivan. He had to return home for dinner and a movie with Yao that he promised. Alfred had always been a good actor, so he pretended not to have a clue what Ivan meant by movie. ' People assume I can't read moods or sometimes I cant read at all thanks to my dumb ass blonde facade!' Alfred never went out clubbing unless Arthur was there with him, which meant fake ID's and seeing A rt in the world's tightest pair of skinny jeans, almost impossible to use the pockets, if that helps support the image. He used to like being rebelious with the brit, he used to love begging for that specific head spinner movement that he never knew anyone Englishmen could do, let alone make so fucking sexy. Everyone else made no comparison. If there was a way, Alfred would abandon this mission and deal with old memories , like any person dedicated to their job, he couldn't leave till the new addition is invstigated.

Ivan relaxed with Yao, the chinese male laying his head on Ivan's shoulder and petting his side. The scarf Ivan wore everywhere cushioning Yao's head to an almost sleepy and peaceful state. He was to much into the movie and the hand moving up his thigh to fall asleep. It was rare they spent time with one another. And, with that, there was no way they would pass up the oppurtunity to fuck like rabbits. Sleep, movie, food, it all could wait. Yao was sick of the delay, so he took action into his own two hands. He grabbed Ivan's scarf and yanked him down. He kissed the other with as much of a force as he could submit, knowing they both worked the bedroom raw. Ivan forced ten times fold, holding back what ever he could maintain so he wouldn't brake him. They would play their game of fight and fuck until there were no more clothes left to shed, and then become one, as everyone's favorite Russian would say.

Time Return

Arthur and Francis where naked, laying on the couch with their clothes scattered everywhere else. Arthur wriggled in pleasure, remembering this feeling only slightly. Damn he missed this, yet didn't remember the feeling being so fragile. Francis was a teddy bear in comarison to the brash and devouring Alfred. This wasn't domination, and in a way, it made Arthur wish he was being fucked by someone else. If it were te jock he saw as his favorite lover, than why was he into small things and actions, like cuddiling and kissing. Al was a bright light to anyone, but to Arthur he would always be protective and defensive. As the sex picked up speed, everything melted away, and Francis could almost here and see Arthur stuck in the past and confused thoughts. There was a twinge of pain in the frenchman's heart, but he knew this wasn't his to barge in on. Letting the emotion go, he focused on the brit literally and finally at hand. There was so much more to this than just an old memory, Alfred F. Jones was burned into Arthur Kirkland's mind, as the same reversed.

When Francis fell asleep, and after their long period of raging hormones, Arthur got up and snuck out with his credit card. He was not going to tell the frog about he fact that a certain American had gotten him hooked on 'after sex McDonalds'. Al would always go and get the food while Arthur waited and rested. He would come back with the only thing the Englishman could tolerate: fries. And, with time and Alfred's massive amounts of obsessive eating secifically there, Art had no choice but to be hooked. Walking down the dark city sidwalk and it's threatening lights shining against his back, he picked up his pace. He was scared, he rarely ever went out alone, let alone in NY at this time of night. Even more of an adrenaline when the footsteps beame evident. There was someone trailing him. As he walked faster the person increased, caught his arm, and slammed the green eyed brit against the darkest alleyways backwall. It happened so quickly, the flick of the wrist, as the knife showed itself. Glimmering in the artificial lights. Arthur watched closely, his eyes huge and terified.

As he felt the first amounts of immense pain, he realized this was happening. Ignoring whatever coward cell he had, Arthur fought back. He bit the man's hand, making him drop the blade and yell out. As Arthur tripped him up and brought him pinned to the ground with the same defensive movements Ludwig helped him learn years ago, he caught sight of his own blood. It was practically pouring out through his jacket, the red more black than else. Distracted by a second, he missed as the fiend grabbed his weapon not far from their position. He stabbed the blade towards Arthur's neck, but missed due to the shadowed blackness of the alley. Stabbing his shoulder range closest though was enough to cause more rucus, and also let a way for him to escape. The man had other intentions though, getting up and sliding behind the brit. He forced him face down into the pavement, repetively shoving his knife in and out of his side. Arthur tried hard to fight but eventually lost his count at seven and gave up. His breaths and tears and blood were on the ground, and he was watching more join the lot.

"Facedown in the dirt, she says this doesn't hurt, she said i've- i've finally had enough." Alfred sang as he walked down the city street. He suddenly heard a scream, over his obnoxious voice. Running to it's assumed source, Alfred swore he felt it had some nostalgic tinge to it. He knew that scream, but for the life of him, and his sneakers as he sped down the walkway, he couldn't exactly pinpoint who. With the next corner turned, Alfred swore he saw a man run from an alleyway. That same one with an individual, in the most ragged state, trying to exit and stop him. There was only one person Alfred knew who was so pecific on never surendering. Running up to the male, Alfred almost cried. He grabbed Arthur, lifted him up, and moved faster than ever before to the nearest hospital.

"Hang in there dude!"

"A-Al?"

"Hi! I know, wow, im here, but we can be shocked by my heroic antics and praise my good officerly deeds some other time! NOW, HOSPITALLL!"

"Heh, y-you have changed a b-b-bit... I can't-"

"YOU CAN'T WHAT!?"

"I c-c-can't breathe. Asthma, a, and you're suffocating me, b."

"Big words for a guy who just took a few jabs at his pri-... ehh that's a bit too soon. Sorry."

"Shhh, you're fine. I'm fine. What d-doesn't kill you-"

"MAKES YOU A KIRKLAND!"

Thanks for reading... To be continued...:)