The perfect silence between the pair ended. The calm expression of the green eyed male had transformed into a terrible scowl, gritting his teeth and furrowing his brows, a jolt of electricity seemed to lift his hair slightly as his anger rose. He rose himself abruptly from the stool, hands crushing into fists at his side, while reaching for something that lay beside the piano.
Suddenly an object flew at Alfred, hitting him square in the face, causing him to clumsily plummet to the floor in a mess. Alfred sat there in confusion, as the other male huffed and puffed near the piano, red faced like beetroot and continuing the smile at the intruder that lay there on the floor.
Alfred, after a while then realised what had happened, while he was daydreaming a book had flown at him from the other side of the room, which could only mean...
"HEY! Are you crazy? Why would throw a book at me?" squawked Alfred as the book fell to the ground.
"Hmph, Me? Crazy! How dare you! You are the crazy one, entering a booked studio session, without even any decency to politely knock!" He continued to scowl at Alfred as his face began to change back to its original colour.
Alfred's eyes opened in amazement, and his mouth gaped in shock.
"OMFG that's so cool! You have a British accent!" Alfred beamed back.
The other male stumbled a bit, shocked at the others response, "W-what? I hardly think this is the time to be admiring my accent, and you are wasting my precious time, oh and please, DO let the door hit you on the way..." He stopped as his eyes scanned the door.
Stood in the door way, Kiku and Roderich, both side by side glancing into the room, Kiku there sweetly smiling at the scene, while Roderich was there sighing, while covering half of his face with his hand, one violet eye filled with annoyance.
The British male turned to Alfred and huffed in annoyance before gracefully trotting towards the other two, "Good to see you again Kiku" Before grasping the others hand for a polite handshake,
"And you Arthur-san" sweetly smiling into his green eyes, Arthur turned on his heels in a dignified manner, "As it was not long that we exchanged formalities Roderich I believe it to be unnecessary, however, there is a quite annoying pest in our midst, who refuses to leave me be..." Arthur began to announce, with a harsh tone.
"Excuse me! Puh lease, yeah right, I'm sorry your highness" Dramatically bowing before Arthur sarcastically, after then plastering a smirk upon his face, knowing he had pushed the British boy's buttons.
Arthur gritted his teeth and furrowed his brows, anger radiating off of his small stature, before loudly releasing a long sigh, and then turning to Alfred with a devilish smirk upon his face, and his eyes slightly squinted, pulled up his hand across his chest, to the side of his face,
"Well then, you had better run along now shouldn't you peasant? I do not envy who ever your room mate is, rather I send my humblest apologies to him, that he has ended up with a loud, obnoxious, self centred, vain, illiterate American fool" Smirking a devils smile, with a harsh tone with some sarcasm thrown in.
Alfred was speechless; sure he had made a few enemies, but never had anyone actually insulted him like that before, what he thought was a pure angel sent from heaven was now a sarcastic little demon. He scowled and mumbled under his breath before turning on his heel and stropping through the door, almost walking into Kiku and Roderich. Both looked at each other in the door way with confused and baffled expressions. Kiku began to softly giggle, "Arthur-san has always been embarrassed by people hearing him sing" Kiku softly whispered, Arthur slightly blushed at his comment.
"But what confuses me is why you only hit him with a book and rebuked with modest insults, although sometimes it quite un-gentlemanly when you voice your vulgar comments, as I can recall, considering his irritating personality, you went quite easy on him" Replied Roderich.
Arthur quickly glanced at the pair before staring intently at the floor, a subtle blush covering his face, before a scowl replaced the blush, "Whatever do you mean? In my mind I punished him quite rightly like I have with other irritating nuisances who ruin my precious time" Arthur replied.
Kiku looked at Arthur with a confused expression before smiling softly at the Brit, bowing his head with closed eyes, "yes Arthur san, please excuse me as I think it's time to head to our dorms", then rising his head slightly and smiling at Arthur.
"Yes, I Agree" Roderich replied in a polite manner.
Arthur sighed and rubbed his hands through his hair, while gazing up at the cherub ceiling, letting his eyes wander upon the shapes and colours of the sky and the angels, toying with a stray piece of his blond hair, his green eyes entranced by the prospect of freedom, to fly like they could, but even they couldn't escape the room, the ceiling held them in, forever listening to the droning music , oh how silly could he be, he would never be free and he would forever listen to the dark, mysterious, sinister melody that haunted his life.
Arthur slowly left the music studio, side by side with Kiku and Roderich, chatting about various topics, school, food, music, books etc The three parted ways as they neared the boys dorms after passing the small cafe, both Roderich and Kiku found their rooms and shifted inside, closing the oak doors as quietly as possible.
Arthur squinted at the doors and the numbers, searching for his dorm, number 25, his eyes scanning the numbers quickly before moving on to the next door. After about 10 minutes of searching, he found his dorm, the oak door was like any of the others and the engraved brass on the door shone greatly, but still like the others, at first glance Arthur knew, or hoped for a more quiet school year.
He turned the door handle slowly, while peeking into the room, it was a quaint room but still big enough for two single beds and two wardrobes that stood on the other side of the beds and desks located in opposite corners of the room, there was a door in the middle of the two beds, probably leading to the bathroom, as every dorm had a bathroom. He sighed as he walked towards the middle of the room, before letting his bags he had collected at his locker earlier on the bed, he glanced to the other side of the room to see at least 3 huge bags, filled to the brim with various things, like clothes, what appeared to be comics, hair products etc
He could hear a voice coming from the bathroom, and then the flush of the toilet, then the clicking of the lock, the door opened to reveal a familiar figure.
What stood in front of him was a tall figure, wearing an open white shirt, to reveal his tanned, toned, and tender abs, his shaven, plucked face, highlighting his sun kissed structured face, his sapphire eyes glowing brightly, his glasses that sat on his nose, slightly hiding his gems that lay upon his face, his blond corn hair bounced softly, while one piece stood up defiantly. His wandering eyes stopped as his memory retuned to him, for seconds both of them remained in a dream like state, but then quickly realising just who stood before both of them.
"WHAT! No way dude! " Alfred yelled as he backed away from the Brit.
Arthur grimaced at the sight of the American, "You have to be joking? I can't really have this annoying, obnoxious, irritating for a roommate"
Both scowled at each other, both thinking the same thing, this year was going to be a long one.
"Can't we just get other roommates" Alfred sighed.
"I'm afraid not, I tried last year to get rid of a perverted frog but it proved impossible, they won't allow us to change roommates" Arthur shuddered at the thought if the perverted Frenchman and the thought of having to listen the Americans babbling.
Alfred slumped onto his bed, sighing into his shoulders, how was he going to survive, he knew that the Brit was probably going to try to smother him with a pillow in the night. Even though he knew he was awesome and must triumph over evil, even if that meant evil in the form of this Brit.
Alfred fumbled around with his collar, trying to focus his attention on his collar rather than the awkward atmosphere, his first meeting his the Brit hadn't ended exactly as he imagined, neither had their second meeting, usually all he had to do was flash his Hollywood smile and wink at girls to get them to squeal, and if he wanted to make a new mate, he just acted like he always does and no matter who it was he managed to get them to warm up to him, be it a jock or a shyer person. But this new challenge seemed more than impossible, he had already not made a good impression, but he didn't know how to make a good impression with what he thought to be a stuffy Brit.
Arthur walked over to one of the desks and brought out loads of files and pens and pencils and other various office supplies, Alfred continued to fumble with his collar in silence, his fingers caressing his neck, suddenly realising something wasn't right, something is gone, missing.
His necklace.
Not just any necklace but the one his dad had given him, a sapphire heart pendant, crafted to be half of a broken heart. His dad had given his many things over the years, but this one had the most meaning, the most importance. Suddenly he leapt from his bed, ripping his bags up, throwing his clothes on the floor. Arthur jumped as Alfred began to strop around the room, tearing through the wardrobe, bathroom, every crack and corner, with a terrible expression on his face.
"What do you think you are doing!" Arthur huffed with his hands crossed as he stood from his chair, glaring at Alfred intently.
Alfred ignored him as he continued to search through his things, Arthur huffed in annoyance.
"Excuse me? Are you looking for something" he tried to make his tone seem friendlier.
Again, he continued to ignore him, Arthur huffed even louder in annoyance.
"Hello? Could you stop being an ignorant American, you are messing up the room" Arthur scowled
"NO I FUCKING CAN'T. YOU DONT EVEN KNOW OR CARE, YOU JUST THINK IM SOME STUPID JOCK, IF I DONT FIND MY DADS NECKLACE..." He screamed at him, yelling each word with venom, and then somehow scared at the sound of his voice, his eyes began to fill with tears, trailing down his red hot cheeks down to his chin before dropping off onto the floor. He knew he would be very, very, very embarrassed later as he had broken down in front of the male.
Arthur stared at him intently, watching his sapphire eyes fill with tears, emphasising the sorrow in his eyes, something he often saw before in people, but he didn't expect them from him, and even less his outburst.
Alfred marched out of the room, slamming the door behind him, he couldn't let him watch him cry, and why did he stay so silent, just staring at him.
He had pretty much searched the whole building, and even called up Mathew to help him look, hours passed and no sign of the necklace, Mathew suggested they should wait till morning and head to lost and found to see if anyone had handed it in, they both parted ways and Alfred dragged his heels across the door, staring intently at the floor, searching intently for answers, as if he would just happen to walk by it and see it and everything would be fine, but he never came across it.
Meanwhile~
Arthur couldn't believe his eyes or ears, so far the American showed no signs of intelligence or having sentimental feelings towards anything, but then again he had only just met him.
He huffed and puffed in annoyance, he still couldn't believe the wreck the room had ended in, it was like a herd of elephants had stomped through the room.
But...that necklace did mean a lot to him, and he would complain about it for the rest of the night, and he couldn't be doing with that, even if he annoyed him, be preferred the other side of him to the screaming crying mess that was in front of him before.
Hours had passed and no sign of Alfred...
"I can't believe he cared this much about it..." he mumbled to himself while sorting out his clothes and putting them into his wardrobe, the back of the wardrobe suddenly became interesting as his thoughts wandered.
"maybe...I could help him...not that I care about him, just because it would mean he isn't having a childish strop" He loudly sighed as he picked himself off of the floor and walk towards the door, opening the door and stepping into the hall, thinking where did I see him last?
"That would be the studio..." Arthur sighed.
This was indeed, going to be a long year.
As he walked down the corridor, past the cafe, across the hall and entering the music studio, the events of the day seemed to swim in his mind.
He opened the door and turned on the light, peering into the music room, glancing at the cherub ceiling, every corner of the room, the instruments, and his eyes fell onto the instrument in the corner, his favourite old piano.
Stepping quietly to stand beside the piano, the feel of the cool keys on his finger tips, the tunes that could be created from its keys and notes. His eyes falling onto the detail and the wood that had been worn down over the years.
Suddenly something glistened next to the worn wood, a brilliant shinning gem, an emerald heart necklace. "This must be it...but how is it here? He never stepped near to the piano..." He quietly mumbled to himself before deciding that it wasn't worth thinking about as now he had the necklace.
Back to Alfred~
Alfred slumped on his bed in the darkness, silent and emotionless.
Suddenly a click could be heard, and footsteps entered the room, a voice echoed, "You know you shouldn't worry so much, I don't think it's in your character to worry, so you shouldn't treat anything differently" Arthur voiced.
In his own mind, the last thing he needed was to hear his criticism and British accent.
Arthur sighed before turning the light on, Alfred blinked his eyes a few times to re adjust to the light, Arthur stepped closer towards Alfred and slumped over him with his hand in a fist outwards, in front of his face, slowly releasing his fingers to let a necklace dangle from his hand.
Alfred's eyes captured the necklace, the brilliant green broken heart necklace, twirling so gracefully, an enchanting object, like magic it locked his gaze. Suddenly something clicked; something reminded him of his necklace that wasn't his dad, someone with equally beautiful green emeralds for eyes, Arthur.
"A-Arthur..." Alfred's voice trembled at the sight of the Brit.
"D-Don't think I did this to make you feel better, It was because you were annoying, irrita-"
Suddenly Alfred jumped from the bed and grasped the other in a forceful hug that caused the other to squeak at the sudden contact, sending them both to lean on the wall for support.
"OMG thank you sooooo much, you are the best!" Alfred squealed while still locking his arms around the smaller male's neck.
Arthur blushed furiously at the contact and grabbed his arms and forced him backwards, stretching his arms outwards, "That is highly prohibited, no physical contact!" Arthur replied to the contact.
Alfred's beaming expression turned into an annoyed expression, before returning to another beaming expression, grinning and his eyes shining.
The pair decided it was time to go to bed and to worry about the mess tomorrow, Alfred leaped onto his bed, grasping the covers and kicking them to make them more messy and comfortable, Arthur rolled his eyes and went to switch off the light,
"Um, Arthur? Could you leave it on? I don't do so well in the dark..." Alfred grinned nervously
Before deciding to argue or to laugh at Alfred for his insane fear of the dark, despite being a teenager, he decided he was too tired and turned off the light and turned one of the desks lights on instead, Alfred grinned thankfully at Arthur before letting his eye lids droop, and falling into a quick deep sleep.
Arthur grasped his shirt and pulled out beneath a necklace, the blue gem glistened as his cold finger tips carefully touched the edges of the necklace.
. He walked over to the snoring boy, grasping the covers gently and pulling them over his body, and taking his glasses off and placing them at one of the desks.
"Yes...I understand completely...how you feel..." his voice trailing off as he stared at the other snoring into the pillow, with his cover already falling off.