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( Christmas Reveals )
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The next morning, Alfred woke to his younger twin softly calling his name.
“Alfred? It’s time to get up now.”
The gentle hand on his arm wasn’t really doing the trick either and he simply groaned and rolled over, pulling the warm patch-quilt and buzzlightyear sheets over his head. He heard the slight sigh and could imagine the look of resignation on his brother’s face. The sound of floorboards and the door sweeping over carpet told him that Matthew had backed off. Score.
A raucous laugh came from the door, “hey, little bird! You up already?” a moment filled with the soft, indistinguishable words of his brother and then the voice was back again, “I, ah, y’know thought I’d wake you with my awesome.”
More mumbling.
Who was the idiot at the door interrupting his precious sleep? Didn’t he understand that there was still another ten minute interval until his brother would come to wake him up again, with food?! That’s just how things worked! With a petulant frown, Alfred curled up into a tighter ball, sleep slowly lifting its gauzy veil.
“Oi, wake the fuck up!” was Alfred’s only warning before he blearily noticed the absence of anything solid beneath him and- ohgods his back hurt now.
Popping one eye open, Alfred saw Matthew hovering worriedly over him and an out-of-focus figure standing behind, arms crossed and saying, “oh don’t worry birdie, he’d not hurt. He got carpet to cushion his fall and everything!”
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This absolutely wonderful wakeupcall left Alfred wincing in pain (hips were not supposed to hurt like this at the age of seventeen), though he continued to be his cheery self for the entirety of the day. Because he was a Hero. And Heroes didn’t worry their little brothers.
Classes passed in their usual blurr of uninteresting mush of information. Alfred could swear he felt stupider after each class instead of the other way around, but that was nothing a good solid hour of videogames couldn’t fix. Humming a cheerful little tune, Alfred made for the door, but was stopped by the student rep, Roderich Edelstein.
“Jones.” He called out just as Alfred was about to exit the room with Kiku, his diminutive Japanese friend.
“Yes Roddy?” Alfred turned on his heel, hands stuffed in pockets and a grin plastered to his face. Roderich crossed his arms irritably, raising one brow in a way that just screamed ‘manners, Jones’. Standing stiffly like a soldier in a line-up Alfred barked out, “yes Mr.Roddy, sir?”
After an exasperated pause, Roderich said in his usual bland, holier-than-you voice, “you’re on cleanup today.”
“Awww maaaaaan,” Alfred groaned, melting into a slumped posture and shooting a furtive glance to Kiku. He knew his friend wouldn’t try to bail him - he was too much in love with following rules and not pissing anyone off - but a guy could hope for a miracle, couldn’t he?
Roderich fixed Alfred with a mild stare that stuck him right through, promising that the teacher would know if Alfred skipped his duty. Kiku gave a small sound of apology and farewell, opening the door and stepping out into the hall. Roderich was about to follow him, leaving a bummed Alfred in his wake, when a loud bang echoed through the hall. The door had been flung open by one Gilbert Beilschmidt; Alfred’s waking nightmare from that morning.
“SPECS!” Gilbert cried with, what sounded like, vindictive excitement; triumphant in finding the quiet male. Immediately upon entering the room, Gilbert latched one arm around Roderich’s neck, pulled him down and began mussing the other hand through previously neat hair.
Gilbert then dragged Roderich out of the classroom, the usually unruffled male shouting angry rebuttals at the cackling silverette.
Alfred suddenly found himself in an empty classroom. Alone. With silence. Alfred F. Jones didn’t do silence.
“Why me?” Alfred asked the silence melodramatically.
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Quietly (like a ninja), Alfred snuck over to the window (almost knocking over a chair in the process, but that didn’t matter) and peered out to see who was below.
It was Francis; a well known playboy on campus. Alfred knew him only because Matthew had been good friends with the guy. Even started taking French tutoring lessons with him. All Alfred could make out of him was his back; the dull school uniform’s navy blazer and waves of gold hair, shining in the sunlight.
There was another person with him. Alfred propped his elbows on the windowsill and leaned forward further. Male, short, scowly with a shock of dirty-blonde spikes and dark green eyes. And brows that were slowly becoming their own species. He looked mildly familiar, but Alfred couldn’t place him at the moment.
Alfred couldn’t make out what they were saying, just the general sound of voices that were carried up by the breeze. France’s dramatic chuckle. Brows’ furious shout.
Just as Alfred was sure that Brows was about to walk off, Francis held something out. Brows blushed. Oh-ho! What was it? Alfred leaned forwards a bit more. He could almost see it… A bit further-
“Ouch!” Alfred reeled back and slapped a hand to his bumped forehead. With a frown-pout, he stepped back towards the window, “stupid window…”
Brows was now clutching whatever it was (looked like cloth of some kind) between his arms and his chest and had proceeded to say something emphatically to Francis. Still blushing and eyebrows converging he looked downright embarrassed. Francis simply laughed. Brows gritted his teeth and stomped off, Francis blowing a kiss in his wake.
“Hm.” Alfred stepped back from the window, swinging his arms slightly and cracking a kink in his neck. That was enough social eavesdropping for one day. Besides: Heroes didn’t eavesdrop. Nothing new to be learned there.
Picking up his backpack on his loping jog for the door, Alfred left, having not touched the broom or chalkboard erasers once and daydreaming about the new videogame Kiku had been sent from his parents.
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Author!anon will try to get the next part up quicker than this last time. Cx
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And Alfred and Arthur do not know each other yet?
That is interesting!
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thanks for the update
the bit of fruk was greatly appreciated
<3
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