More Then Just the Sniffles [part 1/?]
anonymous
January 29 2010, 07:12:48 UTC
Author!Anon would like to say that sorry this is epic fail and for taking so long to get this even started! orz Life sucks lately. And Author!Anon hopes this doesn't fail too hard, it is the first fill ever for Author!Anon. And Author!Anon wasn't sure whether to use human names or countries so...used human names since that's the way Author!Anon usually writes them...hope that's okay!
---- He was going blind! All he could see was fuzzy white! He was going blind! Oh dear lord he was losing his eyesight! It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t-
“Stop squirming.”
Oh…pardon the previous hysterics. He wasn’t going blind. The fuzzy white that attacked his vision was actually a towel that had fallen into his face as it was dropped onto his head.
“Alfred, stop squirming damn it.”
“But I dun need you to dry my hair! I can do it just fine!”
“No. I know you. The minute I leave you alone you will just go right back outside and get completely filthy again.”
“Isn’t that kinda the point of goin’ outside, Arthur?”
Arthur paused the scrubbing of Alfred’s head and frowned. Well…the little brat had a point but like hell he was going to say so out loud. Therefore, he would have settle for something else.
“Where in the world did you get the word, ‘kinda’ from? I do believe the correct usage is kind of, even then that is very inappropriate. In addition, why are you dropping the ‘g’ at the end of your words? The last time I checked, I did not teach you to speak like an uneducated person.”
Alfred rolled his eyes as Arthur returned to scrubbing the towel over his wet hair. He wanted to call Arthur a stick in the mud but knew better so he kept his mouth shut. He just stood there while Arthur’s long fingers worked the towel through his hair. He wanted so much to pull away and rant on and on about how he didn’t need Arthur to constantly baby him anymore, but this was one of those rare times he actually got to spend with Arthur. The older blond did come to visit him, yes, but he never really spent any time with him, he was always running off to meet with some official here or there. He never stopped long enough to talk with Alfred anymore. Pleasantries at the door could hardly be considered talking. Therefore, if Alfred had to suffer through letting Arthur nit-pick about every little thing about his appearance then he would let him.
“There, that should keep you clean for about an hour,” Arthur pronounced proudly, swiping the towel back from Alfred’s head.
Alfred resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he ran his hand through his semi-damp hair. He gave Arthur a tiny smile of thanks. Arthur in turn patted his head and threw the towel over his shoulder as he disappeared into the washroom. Alfred’s lips instantly dropped into a frown as soon as Arthur disappeared around the corner. That was it? Arthur wasn’t going to lecture him about staying out of the mud for longer than two minutes? Well then! He would just have to go outside right that instant and jump into the biggest, muddiest, puddle he could find!
Alfred turned on his heel and took two steps before he was stopped.
“Alfred,” Arthur called, leaning out the door and looking at his charge, “please do not get too dirty. I am having a few government officials over for dinner this evening and would like you to look your best.”
Alfred gritted his teeth but forced his lips into a smile as he looked over his shoulder, “No promises.”
Arthur’s eyes narrowed a tad, as if he wanted to say something but he didn’t, just disappeared back into the washroom. Alfred felt his lips twitch downward again. He curled his fingers into tight fists and stalked down the hallway.
----
He was going blind! All he could see was fuzzy white! He was going blind! Oh dear lord he was losing his eyesight! It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t-
“Stop squirming.”
Oh…pardon the previous hysterics. He wasn’t going blind. The fuzzy white that attacked his vision was actually a towel that had fallen into his face as it was dropped onto his head.
“Alfred, stop squirming damn it.”
“But I dun need you to dry my hair! I can do it just fine!”
“No. I know you. The minute I leave you alone you will just go right back outside and get completely filthy again.”
“Isn’t that kinda the point of goin’ outside, Arthur?”
Arthur paused the scrubbing of Alfred’s head and frowned. Well…the little brat had a point but like hell he was going to say so out loud. Therefore, he would have settle for something else.
“Where in the world did you get the word, ‘kinda’ from? I do believe the correct usage is kind of, even then that is very inappropriate. In addition, why are you dropping the ‘g’ at the end of your words? The last time I checked, I did not teach you to speak like an uneducated person.”
Alfred rolled his eyes as Arthur returned to scrubbing the towel over his wet hair. He wanted to call Arthur a stick in the mud but knew better so he kept his mouth shut. He just stood there while Arthur’s long fingers worked the towel through his hair. He wanted so much to pull away and rant on and on about how he didn’t need Arthur to constantly baby him anymore, but this was one of those rare times he actually got to spend with Arthur. The older blond did come to visit him, yes, but he never really spent any time with him, he was always running off to meet with some official here or there. He never stopped long enough to talk with Alfred anymore. Pleasantries at the door could hardly be considered talking. Therefore, if Alfred had to suffer through letting Arthur nit-pick about every little thing about his appearance then he would let him.
“There, that should keep you clean for about an hour,” Arthur pronounced proudly, swiping the towel back from Alfred’s head.
Alfred resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he ran his hand through his semi-damp hair. He gave Arthur a tiny smile of thanks. Arthur in turn patted his head and threw the towel over his shoulder as he disappeared into the washroom.
Alfred’s lips instantly dropped into a frown as soon as Arthur disappeared around the corner. That was it? Arthur wasn’t going to lecture him about staying out of the mud for longer than two minutes? Well then! He would just have to go outside right that instant and jump into the biggest, muddiest, puddle he could find!
Alfred turned on his heel and took two steps before he was stopped.
“Alfred,” Arthur called, leaning out the door and looking at his charge, “please do not get too dirty. I am having a few government officials over for dinner this evening and would like you to look your best.”
Alfred gritted his teeth but forced his lips into a smile as he looked over his shoulder, “No promises.”
Arthur’s eyes narrowed a tad, as if he wanted to say something but he didn’t, just disappeared back into the washroom. Alfred felt his lips twitch downward again. He curled his fingers into tight fists and stalked down the hallway.
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