"Roderich." Arthur said as he continued to star aimlessly out the train's window.
"Yes, that is my name." Roderich said, sending Arthur a small smirk.
Arthur looked to Roderich, catching his smirk. "Smart ass. Don't get cocky with me." Arthur murmured.
Roderich sighted, 'Well that was no fun.'
A few moment pasted between them. Quiet and easy going, unlike before when there was an atmosphere.
"What business do you have in Scotland?" Arthur bluntly asked, avoiding any eye contact.
"I'm meeting your parents here with your brother." Roderich replied, though tried to make eye contact with Arthur. Arthur could feel his eyes on him, so much it almost burned, yet he still didn't budge to look. Because to Arthur that would be like giving up or simply giving in first.
"Why?"
"Why what?" Roderich asked, a puzzled look crossing his face.
"You know, why are they meeting with you and brother?" Arthur asked, again.
"Arthur, you don't need to refer your parents as 'they'. It's bothersome and disrespectful." Roderich said in a stern voice. Truly, he wanted to snap at the young boy. And at the worst times! Like on a train, sure it'd probably be only once, but it would still case trouble. The first time, and last time, Roderich had snapped at Arthur was at the library. Oh how troublesome that was. Not only were the two banded from the library, but the museum. How did that ever happen was beyond Roderich, but one thing was sure. It had some thing to do with Arthur.
"Roderich? Will you answer my question? Roderich?" This was going to be a very long train ride if this kept up. Roderich sighed as he rubbed his eyes with his left hand, leaning on the arm rest.
"I thought we were going to practice playing the violin today?"
"We are, just not right now."
"I can see that, who would play the violin out in the streets?"
"Arthur, don't act like a smart ares."
"But I am smart. So you can't really talk back at me."
"Just shut your mouth."
A few moments pasted, though if memory serves, it was more like an hour.
"Roderich where are we going already?"
"The library."
"But the archive at home holds more books than the library. I don't understand why we need to go out."
"Arthur, you need to get some fresh air once in a while. And staying in the study with the window cracked doesn't count!"
"They haven't said anything ..." Arthur said trailing off. Once some more time pasted, Roderich and Arthur finally arrived at the library.
"Isn't the library just wonderful?" Roderich asked, not exactly expecting an answer.
"How is it wonderful?" A simply 'Yeah', would've been appreciated. Roderich frowned while Arthur just walked through the huge wooden doors. How he had the strength to push it open was yet another thing Roderich pondered about. But today was not one of those days to question the young boy's strength. Today Roderich just wanted to sit down and read, hopping Arthur would just shut up and follow without criticizing every little damn thing.
"Arthur, are you going to read a book?" Roderich asked from behind Arthur.
"None of the books here look interesting." Arthur said bluntly. Roderich clenched his fists, wanting so badly to tar away his damn mouth.
"Why don't you actually try to read one for once?" Roderich asked, trying his very best to stay calm and polite. Especially towards the fact they were in public.
"Can't we just go home and play the piano or whatever interment you had planned out for today?" Arthur asked, his voice still filled with the same cold, emotionless tone he had spoken with everyday after the 'ascendent'. Roderich would never forget that tone, but he also wanted it to change. And soon. For his father's sake at least.
"Arthur, how about we go look for some books together?" Roderich asked, placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder.
"No. I don't want to." Arthur said, shaking off his hand roughly.
"Why not?"
"Just because. I. Don't. Want. To." Arthur said, glaring up to Roderich. Roderich couldn't take it anyone more. He couldn't take any more of Arthur's attitude. He couldn't take how disrespectful he was. He couldn't take how Arthur acted so much like an adult. Because if Arthur was an adult, he would've been the most disrespectful, inconsiderate, cold, nerve driving adult ever.
"Damn it Arthur! Can't you listen? Can't you consider my feelings?! Can't you at least place my words into consideration?! Why do you have be so troublesome all the time?! The past is the past! Get. Over. It." Roderich yelled. As soon as people heard the yelling, people snapped their heads at the source.
As Roderich stared at Arthur, he gave him a look. A look twisted between sad and enraged.
"I understand now." Arthur said, bringing his hand to his chin.
"Y-You do?" Roderich felt a smile pass over his lips-
"RODERICH!"
The memory suddenly blackened, quickly bringing Roderich back to the realization that he was still on the train.
"Um, yes, what is it Arthur?" Roderich blinked a few times, looking to a very angered young boy.
"You haven't answered my question yet."
"Right, right. Well, since your mother's death, your father and I have some things to talk about. We were going to tell you afterwards at the right time. Bu-
"What?! How dare he! I don't need to speak to that man until I die!" Arthur said, crossing his arms on he laid back into the sit.
"You don't need to act like that. Your father is a, err, good man." Roderich said, trying to reassure Arthur. Of course, they both knew that would never happen.
"Like hell he is!"
Roderich sighed as he noticed that the train had come to a stop. "Look like we're here."
Arthur and Roderich exited the train to see a red headed man waiting off in the distance.
A:N/ Thank you for reading this chapter, and yes, this story is almost coming to an end. And so, all I hope is that this wasn't confusing in any way. Anyway, ponder what will happen in the next chapter. Bye.
-Arthur ( The author. )