Alfred let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The tension in the room was so thick and obvious the Other-Arthur/Oliver could have cut it with the knife currently gripped in his hand. The man's knuckles were white from the tightness of his hold on the weapon.
"Woah... Woah... Woah... Hold on here." Alfred got up on the bed, stepping between the two almost-look-alikes. " You two are fighting... over me? Like I'm some kind of trophy to be won?" Oliver seemed to calm a bit, focusing his attention on Alfred now. " Well... Yes." Alfred looked at Arthur, curious to see what his answer was. The Brit shrugged. " Yeah, pretty much."
"..." The American raised an eyebrow, looking between both men, then towards the ground. He suddenly let out an excited squeal. " Really? This makes me like Bella!" Alfred gushed, referring to one of the more recent popular things in the country, Twilight.
He looked between Arthur and Oliver. " But which one of you would be considered Edward, and which one Jacob?..." He trailed off. " Arthur! You are Edward... And this one's Jacob." He rested his hand on Oliver's arm lightly, while he winked at Arthur.
Both glared at each other again, and Alfred quickly fled back to the bed, sitting and watching them eagerly.
Oliver giggled evilly, lunging forward with the intent to stab Arthur in the gut, but the angel turned away from the weapon, grabbing Oliver's wrist and twisting it.
Oliver cried out, dropping the knife, although he quickly brought his knee up, giving Arthur a good knock to the crotch. The Briton gasped out, growling slightly as he fell to his knees.
Oliver grabbed a handful of Arthur's hair, pulling his head up so they looked each other in the eyes. " Any last words?" He questioned, tightening his grip. Arthur growled, smirking slightly. " Did you really think it would be that easy?"
Oliver tilted his head slightly, a grin on his face. " Yes." Arthur chuckled, looking up at Oliver defiantly. "You thought wrong." He whispered, then the window in the room burst open, glass shards flying into the room itself.
Alfred felt one of the shards scratch his cheek, and a liquid warmth drip from the cut. Kiku stood in front of the window, Raven black wings folded in, the same color as his dark hair. Two other men joined him, one with slightly wavy blonde hair and wings of the same color, and another with white hair and wings.
The albino darted forward with an obvious grin on his face, pulling Oliver away from Arthur. Kiku gestured at Alfred before going to join the others. The blonde stepped over to Alfred, holding a hand out. "Come, mon ami. " He urged in a clear French accent. " We need to get you out of here." Alfred took the hand, surprised when after a simple second, he was pulled up into the Frenchman's arms, and they went out the window.
"Where are we going?" Alfred finally spoke up, after about a half hour of flying. After they had passed the city limits, buildings gave way to lush forests and occasional roads. The blonde man looked at Alfred for a short moment, before looking ahead again. " Quincy. It's a small town a short ways away from Boston."
Alfred bit his lip. " What about Arthur?" The blonde chuckled. " Don't worry. The other's will catch up to us once they are done." Alfred nodded slightly. They continued on in silence for a few moments. " What's your name?" The American questioned, looking up at the Frenchman. " Francis..." He looked down at Alfred. " And it's nice to finally meet the boy Arthur's been fawning over recently." Francis smirked slightly. " I would be careful. He's more... dominating than you might think." The Frenchman warned.
Alfred snorted slightly. " Artie? No way." Francis chuckled. " Believe what you want. It will change sooner or later." He sighed. A few scattered buildings started appearing, and Alfred had the sudden feeling they were getting lower in the sky and closer to the ground.
Suddenly Francis tucked his wings in, diving straight for the ground. Alfred closed his eyes, preparing for death and surprised when he felt nothing but a cold chill. He opened his eyes, gasping at what he saw.
They seemed to have flown right through the ground, into a large cave. It was a large, open area, filled with platforms that looked like floating stages. Except not floating, since their were silver pole through the middle of each platform, holding the tiers of stages together and in the air.
People were standing on the platforms, some talking to each other, some simply sitting on the edges and reading. All of them had the same feathery wings that Francis, Kiku, Arthur. and the other albino dude had. were flitting about like birds, a few with papers or bags.
"Woah..." Alfred breathed in awe, looking around in an attempt to take everything in. Francis nodded. " I know. A little overwhelming at first, oui?" Alfred simply nodded, at loss for words.
A brown haired man flew up to them, drifting alongside them. He had one odd curl sticking off to the side, and seemed to be a rather happy person. " Ciao!" He smiled at Alfred, then looked to Francis. " He looks pretty beat up... Do you want me to take him to the infirmary?" Francis nodded. " Kiku, Arthur, and Gilbert will probably be in there soon as well."
The man nodded, carefully taking Alfred from Francis with a strength that seemed surprising for the small man. "Just tell them to come to me when they get in." Francis nodded, flying off.
"I'm Feliciano, by the way, but every one calls me Feli or ." He smiled brightly, taking off. It was then he started rambling. " Except Fratello... but he calls me Veneciano... I prefer Feli though."
Alfred was content letting the other man speak, and simply let him continue rambling. The voice calmed his mindless worries for Arthur, and lulled him off to the semi-peaceful oblivion of sleep.