A/N: Italicized sentences without quotations – Thoughts of one character
The sunlight streaming from the windows of the room shone on the Brit's face.
He was still half-asleep, hugging onto something he thought was a pillow.
He was about to go back to sleep when he noticed that the pillow is moving!
"..huh?"
His emerald eyes flickered open to see the brunette peacefully sleeping in his arms.
M-Ms. Hedervary?
The brunette snuggled closer to him, her lips faintly touching the skin on his neck. A shiver ran down his spine as he tried to control his breathing. He didn't know why it felt so natural, it felt so perfect, that very moment. But then, the brunette moved away from him, rolling herself to her other side, back facing him. The Brit sighed.
Ah. It was good while it lasted.
The brunette rested her head on his arm, and he tried to gently pull his arm away from her.
Hey, Ms. Hedervary. Let go of my arm.
He tried to pull himself away, when he suddenly noticed Elizaveta was murmuring something in her sleep. He paused for a moment, listening to the brunette's murmurs, his face getting closer to hers as he tried to know what she was saying..
"..Roderich."
The brunette whispered that man's name, the man who had left her years ago.
Maybe she's dreaming about him, thinking that maybe it was him sleeping beside her and not..
He didn't want to finish that sentence that came to his mind. He looked at her, emerald eyes focused on her face. Slowly, without thinking, his face got closer and closer, inches before a sudden flicker of the same emerald eyes were on him.
"AH!"
The Brit found himself being pushed away from the bed, falling onto the floor, his face throbbing because of the facepalm the brunette just gave him.
"What are you doing here, sleeping on my bed?!"
The Brit looked at her, his face flustered.
"If you're thinking that I did something, or anything weird, then you are sadly mistaken!", he shouted back. He tried to compose himself as he stood, dusting imaginary dirt on his clothes while speaking in a teasing tone, "If anything weird really happened, then it's not my fault, because you're the one who was coming on to me earlier!" Wait, that just sounded so wrong.
A pillow was thrown straight to his face as the brunette shouted at him. "Pervert!", and she kept on throwing random objects towards the poor Brit, who was about to escape out of the room. He suddenly bumped into someone with brown hair and olive green eyes, his face in a confused expression. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?", he asked, until a frying pan flew towards them, the man pushing the Brit away and yelling, "DUCK!"
The man evaded the attack, his green eyes filled with confusion as he scratched the back of his head. "Eliza is angry this early in the morning?", he muttered to himself as he opened the door of the brunette's room. "Eliza—oof!"
A pillow hit him, straight in the face. He looked at her with an indifferent expression as he picked the pillow up, walking towards the brunette who suddenly realized that she hit the wrong person. "Brother! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean.."
"Yeah, yeah, I know.", he scratched the back of his head as he put the pillow back on the bed. "So, it's quite unusual that you'd be this active this early in the morning.."
The brunette looked at him with wide eyes as she pointed towards the door. "Brother, didn't you see the pervert outside of my room? I found him sleeping in my room! In MY room!"
The man looked at her, eyes half-closed. "Is that so?", he asked, as he clenched his knuckles, making a crunching noise. He walked towards the doorway, and bobbed his head to one side as he saw the Brit slowly walking away in the hallways. "Hey, Britboy!"
He didn't stop walking, he knew that the man was angry, he can feel it. Sweat started to drop down his forehead as he felt the dark aura behind him, about to approach him, and he tried to run but then felt a sudden grip on the back of his collar. "Where are you going, you son-of-a-*****?"
Arthur felt insulted. He was about to retort, when the man suddenly gripped his collar tighter. "You. Answer me. What were you doing in my sister's room?"
He tried to be polite as he answered, thinking that maybe they can resolve this conflict through proper discussion. "I didn't do anything. Your sister saved me from the winter cold yesterday, and brought me here. You can ask your father, or the little kid who was here.. And I swear, I swear that I didn't do anything weird to her."
The grip on his collar loosened, and the man's voice became a bit calmer. "Are you sure?", he asked, still wary of the Brit standing in front of him. "Yes, absolutely, I didn't—"
"He called abla "honey" last night."
The little kid appeared out of nowhere, his hand pointed at the Brit while wearing an indifferent expression on his face. "He called her "honey" and even followed her into her room."
The dark aura returned again, as the grip on the Brit's collar tightened. "What? Is that true, Gupta?"
The kid nodded. Arthur had a maddened expression on his face, he just couldn't believe his bad luck.
"Yes, I know, I called her "honey" but back in England, I'm used to call anyone with those terms of endearment! And second, I followed her because I tried to cheer her up, okay? I—"
"So you mean, you are a womanizer?", the man cut him off and continued, "Calling everyone with your sick terms of endearment? And what do you mean by "cheering up"? Is being a pervert a part of this what you call "cheering up", because you know, I haven't heard about that part."
Why does everyone keep on misunderstanding me..?
The Brit struggled to escape, while trying to explain the situation again to him. "I didn't do anything, alright? I didn't do anything to her."
This is getting really crazy.
"Oh. Is that so? Well, okay, I'm happy to accept him into my home. I'll take care of him, yes."
Sadiq ended the call, and was about to continue his cooking when he heard voices coming from the second floor. "Hmm? A ruckus this early in the morning?"
The little kid, Gupta, sat on one of the chairs in the dining room. "Oh, is Heracles harassing your sister again?", he asked the little boy, as he put the plates on the dining table. The kid looked at his own plate and spoke, "No.. But the Britboy did."
"You sure?", he asked again, sitting on the chair next to the little kid. Before taking a bite the kid answered, "I don't know.. He doesn't look like that sort of person."
Sadiq chuckled as he reached for a piece of bread. "I better go upstairs and check on th—"
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN?!"
The Brit's loud voice reached the dining room, and Sadiq walked over to check on the two. "What is happening here? Being noisy this—"
"Baba! This Britboy slept in Eliza's room!", Heracles, standing there with Elizaveta behind him, pointing his hand towards the Brit as he made his accusation. "I saw him, and Eliza even called him a pervert, so it must be true!"
Sadiq turned to look at the Brit, his eyes serious as he asked, "Is that true… Arthur, right?"
Arthur looked back at him, his eyes half-pleading. "Yes, my name is Arthur, sir. And no, I didn't do anything weird on your daughter, I swear to God that I was raised as a gentleman by my parents so I wouldn't ever dare to touch a girl who is vulnerable.."
Sadiq looked into his eyes, trying to see if the Brit is telling the truth. "If my judgment is correct.. I see that you are telling the truth, Arthur."
Heracles was about to retort when Sadiq suddenly turned to look at him. "Let me ask you, son, since when did my judgment ever been wrong?", he asked, his voice serious. The Greek man held his words back, he knew that his father's judgment had never been wrong. Elizaveta remained silent, as a feeling of embarrassment came over her. If it's true that Arthur is telling the truth, then she might have misjudged the Brit again. She tried to look at Arthur from her brother's shoulder, and the Brit looked back at her, and instantly looked away when he saw her staring.
I think he's mad at me. I apologized to him last night because I had misjudged him, and I have misjudged him again..
Sadiq noticed the awkward atmosphere filling the room, and tried to call the three for breakfast. "Oh, and yeah, I have an announcement to make."
The three stopped on their tracks as the Turk turned to look at them and gave the Brit a warm smile. "From now on, Arthur will be living here with us."
Silence. Sadiq chuckled as he walked towards the dining room.