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Alfred's Teenage Journey
By waterrain
Alfred went over to Arthur's home in the morning, knocked on the door, and he was welcomed inside by the fourteen year old English teen. The blue eyed teen took a seat on the chair Arthur had pulled out and his nose nearly died for the smell in the kitchen was horrible, but Alfred made no comment and tried to pretend he has no nose. Mind over matter and Arthur had went through the trouble of cooking for him.
"Here you go. This is a marvelous stew and I made it just for you, Alfred. I have tried some of it before you came over here." Arthur commented calmly as he placed the medium size bowl of stew in front of Alfred. The American teen felt a bit nervous, he forced himself to smile, and decided no matter what he'll eat since Arthur always ate his creation no matter how odd they looked…Alfred tried to ignore the smell, look, and everything about the stew.
'Maybe it will taste better than it looks and smells.' Alfred thought as he looked down at it. 'I'm the hero and I can handle it. Besides Arthur had some of it and he's still alive. So can't be that bad, right? I don't want to hurt Arthur's feelings by not even trying it. I know how much it hurts when Mattie doesn't even try a bite of my heroic food creations.'
Arthur has a stomach that is stronger than any kind of metal, his taste buds can handle any kind of food, and Peter is scared of Arthur's cooking.
"You only live once, right?" Alfred asked cheerfully as he took a deep breath and looked at Arthur's eager expression. He picked up the stew, pretended his nose was gone, swallowed the liquid, and managed to chew the meat. The American placed the bowl down and he suddenly felt incredibly sick to his stomach.
"How was it?" Arthur asked curiously and he noticed Alfred's face was pale. Peter walked inside, saw an empty bowl, and could smell the terrible scent of 'Big Eyebrows' failed cooking.
"Throw up! Come on Alfie throw up!" Peter cried out as he looked at Alfred's pale face. The American teen gave him a thumbs down and held his stomach while covering his mouth with the other hand.
"I can't cause Artie always eats my food." Alfred managed to say and he closed his blue eyes tightly. "I refuse to throw up."
",But your food is not like big eyebrow's toxic waste food. His food is like a death factor instead of a fear factor! For crying out loud just throw up that damn stew of death!" Peter said loudly, his eyes wide, and had no idea what to do. Arthur was in shock and his eyes were wide in horror at the thought of his stew killing Alfred. "Please just throw it up! Don't be stubborn!"
"What is wrong, Peter?" Wales asked calmly and he glanced at the pot along with smelling the horrible smell in the kitchen.
"Alfred is dying and he won't throw up Arthur's food!" Peter replied in a shaking voice, he hiccupped, and looked at Wales with watery eyes. "Alfie is dying and he refuses to throw up. What are we going to do? What if Alfie dies?"
"I'll drive him to the hospital and get his stomach pumped out." Scotland stated firmly and Alfred was shaking his head, but Scotland picked up the American and carried him like a sack of potatoes. "You are stubborn."
Scotland and Arthur sat up front while Alfred and Ireland were in the backseat. Peter and Wales were left at home. Scotland was speeding his way to the hospital, Ireland was feeling Alfred's forehead noticing there was a growing fever, and Arthur hands were over his eyes.
"Bloody hell." Arthur muttered to himself and closed his eyes. "I wanted to impress him, but instead-"
"Your food should be considered a biological weapon." Scotland stated firmly as he stepped hard on the gas and the hospital was in sight. "I wouldn't even feed your food to my enemy's. It would be better and more mercy to just kill them. Course if I really bloody hated their guts to death then I would force fed them their food which such be considered a damn biological weapon."
"Shut the hell up. My food is not a damn biological weapon." Arthur snapped at his older brother and fiercely blinked his green eyes. "You are making me feel worse asshole."
Ireland and Scotland rolled their eyes.
"I shouldn't have worn a red shirt today. You know what happens to peeps wearing red shirts in Star Trek The Original Series? They end u-" Alfred said slowly, his eye lids closing, and Ireland shook him.
"Don't go to sleep, Alfred. Stay awake." Ireland said firmly as he pinched the thirteen year old cheeks and Scotland parked the car. Arthur, Scotland, and Ireland opened the car doors. Ireland grabbed Alfred and carried him bridal style in his arms. They raced towards the hospital.
'Please don't die, Alfred.' Arthur thought over and over. Alfred was checked into the hospital quickly and rushed into the emergency room largely thanks to Ireland's & Scotland's connections at the hospital. Alfred's stomach was pumped out, he received fluids through needles, and the American teen had a high fever.
Arthur was waiting nervously inside of the waiting room and his two older brothers were not being helpful with their damn comments.
Meanwhile Matthew was wondering what was taking his twin so long and decided to knock on the Kirkland's door.
"Matthew, Your twin has been taken to the hospital." Wales stated bluntly to him and Peter hiccupped.
"Stupid big eyebrows just had to cook." Peter managed to say, he sniffled, and looked up at Matthew with watery eyes. "I'm not sure if Alfie will make it. Stupid lousy good for nothing eyebrows just had to cook his evil food of doom."
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Poor Alfred just did not want to hurt Arthur's feelings by not eating the stew...