Sickly in Love [1b/ ?]
anonymous
March 7 2010, 03:11:58 UTC
“Ah…nothing.” Francis said with his French accent voice. Arthur intently watched Francis’s hand on his elbow. “Do you feel anything?”
“Hardly,” the English accent answered, leaving Francis to sigh…it was more pressure than last time. Francis withdrew his hand from Arthur elbows, smiling at his half-brother. “Where’s dad?”
Francis didn’t answer, the answer to the question was just known, and there was no accented “oh” to the silence. Arthur was the only one who spoke with a British accent in the whole family, everyone else was heavily French. Their father had sent Arthur to the best speech therapist he could get, meaning the only one who was willing to help a sick boy. The only one had been in England, and Arthur liked them, he wrote to them when he could. Yet it seemed as though he was an Englishman at heart. Yes, Arthur Kirkland, was a Brit at heart…and he was only Arthur Kirkland, because that what his birth certificate said.
“What happened?” Francis asked.
The answer just pissed off. ---------
Sorry for any mistakes, I tried my best at proof reading
Sickly in Love [2a/ ?]
anonymous
March 20 2010, 14:54:03 UTC
Yay, people like this. --- Six months earlier:
Arthur was sick at tired of the décor of their little condo. Granted everything was lively and modern, it was too much for Arthur. He hated it all with a passion. His rich green room made him sick, even though his charmed items were hanging by the window; they never talked about in the wind. Francis had teased him about them, but he still brought new ones for him when he got the chance. The Kitchen was just too straight line and clean, and the living room was just a mix match of furniture, it gave Arthur a headache when his eyes acted up. Hell he even hated the pale blue bathroom.
Yet, deep down Arthur knew he would love the condo, he really would. That was if he wasn’t living it in 24/7. However, he was, because it was better that way, always had and probably always would be. Francis had told him the world was too hard for someone of his nature. It was going to destroy someone like him. All that just made him want to go out more, just to show the worlds he could handle it.
So what of Francis was going to kill him when he got home, Arthur needed this. He grabbed a pair of jeans, tugged some green tee shirt over his head and slipped one on of Francis many slick black jackets. He placed his shoes on his feet and grabbed the spare house key the hung by the door.
He quickly darted out the door, locking it behind him, and came to a stop down the stairs. He told himself he could do it, just grab the rail and take it one step at a time. That was what the Physical Therapist had told him. He had liked her, mainly because she saw the benefits of the things he wanted to do when he was in England with his Speech people.
His pale hand grasped the rail, and he took a step forward. He felt stupid, but there was no elevator. The condos were only two stories high, and most of the people who were handicapped lived on the bottom floor. Arthur didn’t care if he lived upstairs, going down stairs was a challenge for him, something different then what he usually lived. He reached the break in the stairs, and swallowed a few gasps, before calming himself and going down the next flight of stairs.
Reaching the end, he smiled; finally he was free of the place. He happily strolled out of the complex they lived in. He wasn’t going to go far, just a little walk, get some fresh air. If his father or Francis asked what the hell he was thinking, he would just say he was doing physical therapy, they would buy it, they had to, but they would sure hell scold him for going without someone.
Arthur had his cell phone, so if anything did happen he could call for help, and they didn’t live to far from the downtown area of town, there was no doubt someone would do something if he toppled over. It’s not like the worlds was completely uncaring, there were still doctors and nurses in the world. Besides, the shock of just seeing someone drop to the floor, in an untripped or fallen fashion, got a crowd, and a crowd got experienced people and tons of phones. His reasoning was not that far fetched.
Inhaling a deep breath of fresh air, Arthur smiled; this definitely beat sticking his head out the window and simply breathing. Hell it was better then sitting by the window fiddling around with the charms and dream catchers as he tried desperately for his wish to come true. Arthur liked being able to go for a walk by himself, mainly because there was no one lagging behind him, telling him to be careful with his health.
Arthur hated those words as well. He had ran from his father once when the man told him to be careful. He ran off and hide somewhere till morning. Arthur had hit Francis with a pan when his mocked the younger boy for being so small; Arthur broke the pan and shocked just about everyone caring for him. He had a temper and he could use it no matter what limits his body had. If Arthur was going to do something he wanted, he was going to stubbornly insist on it.
Sickly in Love [2b/ ?]
anonymous
March 20 2010, 14:57:38 UTC
Arthur strolled his way into the outskirts of downtown, before he walked into the little green area that marked the start of the downtown from the south side of the city. He sat on a bench, not completely out of breath, but slightly winded. He wasn’t use to the thick air of the area. His green eyes slide closed as he took the necessary amounts of deep breath to end the winded breath. He sank into the shade and as a small smile warmed his face. He didn’t get out much, so he was going to enjoy every minute of the time he did.
Yes, this was the prefect way to spend a Saturday. He sat on the bench for a good measure, before stretching and strolling down the lining shops and little cafés. The flower shop at the corner had finished their set up, it was new, but it seemed to be somewhat lively with business. Francis had bought an Iris form there.
Atsilusgi Danaliska was the name of it. Arthur stopped to examine the flowers in the barrels outside, looking at the wide roses of all types, the giant sunflowers, the bundles of carnations of all colors, and the lively looking Irises. Few people seemed to not notice Arthur in his looking, or even their looking, maybe some old lady asked him if they thought they were pretty before waddling away.
“Ah, that’s stinks that we couldn’t get the Bad Touch Trio to come, if we did I’m sure everyone would come.” A voice said as a small cluster of boys rounded the corner. “Well at least all the cool people.”
The group whispered about, before one talked at regular volume. “We could get the new kid to come.” He said with think sarcasm, which caught Arthur’s attention, the group noticed. “Hey, I’ve never seen you before.” The boy pointed and his friends turned to look at Arthur.
“That’s probably because he’s in like…oh…I don’t know…middle school. He probably just dreams about high school parties.” One of the boys said shoving the other who was pointed as he laughed.
Arthur felt the need to object. “I’m in high school, you gits.” He snapped loudly turning back to examine the flowers.
Oh, that’s cute!” The first boy said laughing, and Arthur scowled at the flowers. “a Brit who wants to be all growed up.” He waked over, patting him on the back before ruffling his hair.
“Bastard.” Arthur hissed lowly, but the boys heard him.
Fuck, man, he’s got a mouth.” The second boy said laughing, as the first grabbed Arthur’s collar and lifted him just enough so Arthur was struggling to touch the ground. “We should wash it out with soap.”
Re: Sickly in Love [2b/ ?]
anonymous
March 20 2010, 15:00:57 UTC
“HEY!” a voice rang out and the group’s eyes widened. “PUT HIM DOWN.”
The first quickly dropped Arthur, causing him to topple back into the soft grip of some unexpected arms. The group was quick to place their tails between their legs and booked it. Arthur looked up to see the owner of the arms was a rather pissed off looking blonde teen in a florist uniform, large black apron and all. The teen looked down and flashed Arthur a wide sprinkling smile to match his sprinkling sky blue eyes.
“Hey you okay?” He asked, his voice was clearly American, and Arthur blinked at him in shock before the teen helped him stand on his feet. “Those jerks didn’t hurt you did they?” Arthur just stared at the other teen, who was towering over him. “Hello~? Is anyone in there?” A gloved hand was waved in his face and Arthur’s green eyes suddenly refused to focus.
Instantly he covered his eyes with his hands, protecting himself from a possible headache. He nodded quickly, holding out his hand to grab onto something…just for a little while, till everything passed. He felt his body leaning to the side, his didn’t fight it, merely shifted his feet to follow it. A coolness washed over him suddenly.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” The teen’s voice sounded, and Arthur nodded again.
That was before his chest gave a yelp of pain, and the air seemed to become thin and not there. He cursed in his head, of all times to have an attack it had to be in the presence of a stranger. He tried to draw his outstretched arm back, but it didn’t seemed to follow it’s command, like it was blocked or something.
“Hey, relax I’m not going to hurt you,” the teen said gently, just before Arthur coughed for breath, covering his mouth and desperately trying to get air. He just about toppled to his knees, but he felt an arm wrap around his waist. “Easy there,” the teen urged gently, before it seemed like he was calling to the back. “Elogi, call 911!” Arthur suddenly felt his grip on consciousness slip. -------
Sickly in Love [3a/ ?]
anonymous
March 26 2010, 01:15:13 UTC
Wow, I failed at the title last time I posted. :C Oh well -gets over it- ----------------- Arthur and Francis were known amongst the hospital staff, most may not know them by name, but they did know them by looks. Francis was greeted by a warm hello and a swift hospital room number. He smiled at the receptionist; they smiled back before, gently reaching for his arm.
“Who’s the blonde kid?” They asked, causing Francis too look at them weird. He walked off without giving them an answer. Yet two more nurses stopped him and asked the same question. It was then that Francis started to question himself. Not as to who, but why was there a blonde kid with his brother.
He rounded the corner, nearing Arthur’s room, and he did indeed take notice of the blonde kid everyone was talking about. Francis had seen him in school; he was new…like new, new. From what Francis understood, and what Gilbert told him, was the fact that he had moved in just a month before school started. He was the new student, and he didn’t exactly fit into the crowd well, Gilbert took him under his wing because he said he was the heir to “high school awesomeness”.
The boy’s name was Alfred, Alfred F. Jones, as he had formally introduced himself. He was a bright person, both in brains and attitude. He was easy to get along with, but one kid had managed to tick him off and it was like a whole new leaf was turned. Alfred could have force if he needed it.
Francis was a bit shocked to find him there in his work clothes. He knew Alfred worked with his aunt in their flower shop. Francis had spotted him cleaning up the display in the front, and Alfred had greeted him warmly, they had only known each other for a few days when it happened. They had conversed a bit before Alfred gave him in Iris from the bucket he was moving (“Because you look down.”), Francis had given it to Arthur knowing the meaning Alfred had given it to him was probably for hope or high spirits, or something of that nature.
“Alfred?” Francis questioned with a hissed and the younger teen was quick to straighten up to his full height and turn to the sound of his name.
“Francis?!” Alfred was rather caught of guard, his sky blue eyes wide and blinking behind his square frames.
Sickly in Love [3b/ ?]
anonymous
March 26 2010, 01:43:04 UTC
“What are you doing here?” Francis asked.
“Uh…some kid had a real bad asthma attack at the shop…or at least that’s all I think that happened.” Alfred said pointing to the room number, the same room number Arthur was to be in. “What are you doing here?”
“Half-brother’s health is acting up again.” Francis said, catching the puzzlement on Alfred’s face, as he too pointed to the same room. “Is this a shared room?” It was a stupid questioned; this floor was all single patient rooms. Alfred shook his head.
“Wait, he’s your brother?!” Alfred said looking like a thousand light bulbs just turned on in his head. Alfred was bright, but he was an idiot as well.
“Half-brother,” Francis hated the fact the he corrected Alfred, different mothers or not they were still brothers. He reached for the door feeling Alfred watching him as he did so. He opened the door as Alfred opened his mouth to say something, but the slamming door cut him off. “Ours, what the hell happened?!” Francis snapped.
Arthur turned to the sound of his childhood nickname; he started not saying a word. “What did you do? Why is Alfred here?” Francis asked, knowing very well yelling would get him no where with Arthur. Yet Arthur still didn’t answer, but he looked like he was asking ‘who?’ Francis sighed, pointing at the door and the semi split shades, where Alfred had probably was seen. Arthur turned, only to look back at Francis with even more confusion, Francis turned to find there was no one there at all. “The blonde teen who was wearing the florist outfit.”
The look of ‘oh’ washed over Arthur’s face, closely followed by the ‘shit’ look. “I…I…I went for a walk.”
“Alone.” Francis hissed and Arthur cringed slightly.
“It was fine till the bloody asthma attack.” Arthur urged, his grip on the sheets tightening, and his monitored hear was beating with nervousness or fear. Francis sighed and merely sank into a nearby chair. He was going to let their father deal with Arthur.
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“I’m sorry Gilbert, but I need to borrow Alfred.” Francis said calmly, the following Monday. The white haired senior looked at him, his red eyes clearly testing Francis’s blue ones. Antonio merely watched with Alfred as to what was going on.
Sickly in Love [3c/ ?]
anonymous
March 26 2010, 01:47:12 UTC
“Just don’t steal his awesome virginity.” Gilbert said with a wide smile, before just about ripping Alfred from his safe spot on the concrete ledge and flinging him and Francis. Alfred was stuttering about stupidly, and Gilbert just wacked him on his back and urged him on.
Francis grabbed Alfred by the upper arm and pulled him off away from the other two, causing the American to watch the turn disappear with very unsure eyes. Some people whispered and other’s chuckled, but Alfred was just left to stumble along awkwardly. Francis dragged him to the school roof and finally let go, the younger teen took a giant step back.
“You’re seriously going to let what Gilbert said go to your head?” Francis said with a raised eyebrow and the taller blonde gave a weak nod. He was unsure, whither it was Gilbert’s words or the awkward moment at the hospital, Francis wasn’t sure what was causing the uneasiness. “Where the hell did you go last night?!”
“Uh…um…home.” The taller stammered for an answer. “Look…Elogi told me to wait until family came along…you know…just in case…no one came-but you came…so I left.”
“What happened?” Francis interrogated and Alfred held his hands up quickly.
“I told you at the hospital, he had a serious asthma attack…well that and he covered his eyes…but all in all he was just being a costumer.” Alfred defended, “I was just trying to help him okay.”
I’m not mad,” Francis cleared up quickly, watching the American blink and him with shock, “I just want to know what happened. It’s just Arthur doesn’t have problems breathing unless his heart gets going. I just want to know if something was wrong before the attack okay.”
Sickly in Love [3d/ ?]
anonymous
March 26 2010, 01:50:47 UTC
“Yeah, those jerks that wanted ya’ll to go to the party or something…still whinny if you ask me.” Alfred informed. “Look I don’t know what was going on, but they’ve been around the shop, being jerks I guess, I’d seen them before. All I know is they were talking and laughing and suddenly it was like Arthur pissed them off or something.” Alfred paused, as if to recall the moment or something. “One had him in there air, and they looked like they were going to show him a thing or two you know.”
“Who.”
“I’m still new here, I don’t know, but I told you they were the ones that wanted you at the party.” Francis growled with frustration, and Alfred was quick to reach for him and pull him back almost. “Look, he wasn’t hurt, just shaken up.”
“He could have not come back!” Francis snapped, and Alfred removed his hand like it burned. “Arthur’s very fragile,” he breathed out, truing to calm down, “he’s been that way since he was born.” -------------- Ah! You guyz almost found out I was...oh no. Oh and Ours is Bear in French.
Sickly in Love [4a/ ?]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 02:42:13 UTC
The wind blew suddenly, carrying the sound of the student body below them. It ruffled about their clothes, fiddled with their hair and moved on. The silence however did not; no it just about choked and strangled Alfred. He stood there looking at Francis, who was glaring at his shoes, wondering what this mysterious half-brother had been plagued with to make him so fragile.
“What do you mean?” Alfred said breaking the wonderfully dreadful silence.
The older, longer blonde peeked up at him, but he didn’t look like he was going to inform Alfred of anything. Then he opened his mouth, “Arthur was born with a large deal of medical problems. I’m sure his mother could have handled him if it was just one thing, but it wasn’t.” Francis paused looking of to the side. “We’ve always had to be careful around him, nothing too heavy, nothing too physical, nothing too…whatever.
“You could say we got lucky with Osteogenesis Imperficta, seeing as how he only had Type VI…but things just seemed to add up. Friedreich’s Ataxia, asthma, heart problems, and diabetes.” Francis paused again, only this time it was longer. “He’s life hasn’t been exactly the easiest.”
Alfred was silent staring and Francis with wide eyes. “If he’s so sick…then why…why was he at the flower shop?” Alfred asked quietly, watching as Francis turned to him wildly, looking like he was going to snap or something.
“I…I don’t know.” Francis said in a gentle voice. “I know he likes to push himself,” Francis ran a hand through his long blonde hair and took a step towards Alfred. “Right now, all I know is the fact that he might not have been around any more if he didn’t stumble into your shop.” Francis smiled, for the first time it seemed like a real smile…well a thankful one.
“You’re welcome, I suppose.” Alfred laughed out, before turning to leave the roof.
“Alfred?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t talk about Arthur to anyone. Granted Gilbert and Antonio know about him…but I don’t need the whole school knowing about him.”
“Ah…no problem.” Alfred said awkwardly before he continued his way of the roof, a heavy burden seemed to be sitting on his shoulders now.
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Arthur was surprisingly mute when Francis came home, he had off work that day, something he loved having. Arthur was resting on the coach, his arm over his eyes; Francis figured he was asleep, but then the younger sat up. Francis greeted him with a smile and Arthur did nothing back, only waddled over to the bar in the kitchen and resting in one of the chairs.
Sickly in Love [4b/ ?]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 02:48:53 UTC
Francis made them both something; Arthur touched at it, but ate at as if he wasn’t so hungry. He asked how Arthur’s day had been, the Briton said nothing, just fiddled with a grape, his green eyes fixed on it intently. It dawned on Francis that Arthur wanted something…or he was angry
“What’s wrong Arthur?” Francis sighed out, and his half-brother turned to him, stabbing the grape with his fork suddenly. Okay, he both wanted something and was angry. “What do you want to do then?” Francis asked calmly asked, trying to get the stubborn teen to uses his voice, Arthur simply at the grape and eyed Francis carefully.
Arthur swallowed and reached for his cup of tea Francis had poured him, taking a sip and taking a deep breath. “I want to go for a walk again.” Arthur said firmly.
“No.” Francis said just as firmly.
“Frog.” Arthur hissed suddenly.
“Arthur, be reasonable. Think before you try to prove the fact that you can’t do something.” Francis said, stealing Arthur’s hardly touched dished, as Arthur stabbed another grape with hard eyes. “Why do you want to go walking anyway?”
“I want to go to the flower shop again.” Arthur informed eating the grape with a sort of gentleman air to him.
“And why Is that?” Francis was with a raised eyebrow, causing Arthur to steal a slice of strawberry that Francis had missed.
"I like the flowers.” Arthur informed, tossing the fork in the sink as he walked to their room.
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There was truth in Arthur saying he liked the flowers at Atsilusgi Danaliska, Francis didn’t see how anyone couldn’t, seeing as how they seemed to get them from a very good source. Of course Arthur always seemed rather lively around nature and its beings. Maybe it was do to the fact that Arthur never really got out much, but to Francis it seemed like he was a whole other person.
Sickly in Love [4c/ ?]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 02:53:08 UTC
Alfred was working when they neared the corner; he was fixing some light while a brunette was holding the base of the ladder. She was older, most likely the owner of the store, she handed Alfred a tool box before hurrying inside to help someone. Alfred seemed to brighten at the sight of the two, but Francis noticed there was that sort of somewhat pity look in his eyes, but it was shadowed about in his eyes.
“Hey,” Alfred chuckled out through a screw in his teeth; he spat the thing out in his hand, “didn’t think I would see you again.” Alfred smiled before he reached for something in his apron pocket, and practically jumping of the ladder.
There was a snap from two old ladies who were exiting the store to be careful. Alfred turned to them with a wide smile and a nervous laugh, as he agreed to be more careful in the future and he wished the women a farewell. He turned back to Arthur and Francis, with the usual dorky smile Francis had grown use to. His usual features were shinning as they always did.
“Wohali, did you finish hanging the new light?” A voice from inside came walking towards them, and Francis had never seen Alfred move in such a manner.
“Working on it, Elogi.” Alfred chanted, with a warm smile on his face as he hands worked on a new light. “We have new customers too.” The brunette who had previously been standing at the base of ladder came out from the depths of the shop.
She brightened instantly at the sight of the two other blondes. “Welcome to Atsilusgi Danaliska, how can I help you?” She asked with a gentle voice, and Francis turned to see a small smile on his half-brother’s lips. ------------ Uh...I need to go to bed. Night.
“Hardly,” the English accent answered, leaving Francis to sigh…it was more pressure than last time. Francis withdrew his hand from Arthur elbows, smiling at his half-brother. “Where’s dad?”
Francis didn’t answer, the answer to the question was just known, and there was no accented “oh” to the silence. Arthur was the only one who spoke with a British accent in the whole family, everyone else was heavily French. Their father had sent Arthur to the best speech therapist he could get, meaning the only one who was willing to help a sick boy. The only one had been in England, and Arthur liked them, he wrote to them when he could. Yet it seemed as though he was an Englishman at heart. Yes, Arthur Kirkland, was a Brit at heart…and he was only Arthur Kirkland, because that what his birth certificate said.
“What happened?” Francis asked.
The answer just pissed off.
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This is great, I want to see more
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Six months earlier:
Arthur was sick at tired of the décor of their little condo. Granted everything was lively and modern, it was too much for Arthur. He hated it all with a passion. His rich green room made him sick, even though his charmed items were hanging by the window; they never talked about in the wind. Francis had teased him about them, but he still brought new ones for him when he got the chance. The Kitchen was just too straight line and clean, and the living room was just a mix match of furniture, it gave Arthur a headache when his eyes acted up. Hell he even hated the pale blue bathroom.
Yet, deep down Arthur knew he would love the condo, he really would. That was if he wasn’t living it in 24/7. However, he was, because it was better that way, always had and probably always would be. Francis had told him the world was too hard for someone of his nature. It was going to destroy someone like him. All that just made him want to go out more, just to show the worlds he could handle it.
So what of Francis was going to kill him when he got home, Arthur needed this. He grabbed a pair of jeans, tugged some green tee shirt over his head and slipped one on of Francis many slick black jackets. He placed his shoes on his feet and grabbed the spare house key the hung by the door.
He quickly darted out the door, locking it behind him, and came to a stop down the stairs. He told himself he could do it, just grab the rail and take it one step at a time. That was what the Physical Therapist had told him. He had liked her, mainly because she saw the benefits of the things he wanted to do when he was in England with his Speech people.
His pale hand grasped the rail, and he took a step forward. He felt stupid, but there was no elevator. The condos were only two stories high, and most of the people who were handicapped lived on the bottom floor. Arthur didn’t care if he lived upstairs, going down stairs was a challenge for him, something different then what he usually lived. He reached the break in the stairs, and swallowed a few gasps, before calming himself and going down the next flight of stairs.
Reaching the end, he smiled; finally he was free of the place. He happily strolled out of the complex they lived in. He wasn’t going to go far, just a little walk, get some fresh air. If his father or Francis asked what the hell he was thinking, he would just say he was doing physical therapy, they would buy it, they had to, but they would sure hell scold him for going without someone.
Arthur had his cell phone, so if anything did happen he could call for help, and they didn’t live to far from the downtown area of town, there was no doubt someone would do something if he toppled over. It’s not like the worlds was completely uncaring, there were still doctors and nurses in the world. Besides, the shock of just seeing someone drop to the floor, in an untripped or fallen fashion, got a crowd, and a crowd got experienced people and tons of phones. His reasoning was not that far fetched.
Inhaling a deep breath of fresh air, Arthur smiled; this definitely beat sticking his head out the window and simply breathing. Hell it was better then sitting by the window fiddling around with the charms and dream catchers as he tried desperately for his wish to come true. Arthur liked being able to go for a walk by himself, mainly because there was no one lagging behind him, telling him to be careful with his health.
Arthur hated those words as well. He had ran from his father once when the man told him to be careful. He ran off and hide somewhere till morning. Arthur had hit Francis with a pan when his mocked the younger boy for being so small; Arthur broke the pan and shocked just about everyone caring for him. He had a temper and he could use it no matter what limits his body had. If Arthur was going to do something he wanted, he was going to stubbornly insist on it.
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Yes, this was the prefect way to spend a Saturday. He sat on the bench for a good measure, before stretching and strolling down the lining shops and little cafés. The flower shop at the corner had finished their set up, it was new, but it seemed to be somewhat lively with business. Francis had bought an Iris form there.
Atsilusgi Danaliska was the name of it. Arthur stopped to examine the flowers in the barrels outside, looking at the wide roses of all types, the giant sunflowers, the bundles of carnations of all colors, and the lively looking Irises. Few people seemed to not notice Arthur in his looking, or even their looking, maybe some old lady asked him if they thought they were pretty before waddling away.
“Ah, that’s stinks that we couldn’t get the Bad Touch Trio to come, if we did I’m sure everyone would come.” A voice said as a small cluster of boys rounded the corner. “Well at least all the cool people.”
The group whispered about, before one talked at regular volume. “We could get the new kid to come.” He said with think sarcasm, which caught Arthur’s attention, the group noticed. “Hey, I’ve never seen you before.” The boy pointed and his friends turned to look at Arthur.
“That’s probably because he’s in like…oh…I don’t know…middle school. He probably just dreams about high school parties.” One of the boys said shoving the other who was pointed as he laughed.
Arthur felt the need to object. “I’m in high school, you gits.” He snapped loudly turning back to examine the flowers.
Oh, that’s cute!” The first boy said laughing, and Arthur scowled at the flowers. “a Brit who wants to be all growed up.” He waked over, patting him on the back before ruffling his hair.
“Bastard.” Arthur hissed lowly, but the boys heard him.
Fuck, man, he’s got a mouth.” The second boy said laughing, as the first grabbed Arthur’s collar and lifted him just enough so Arthur was struggling to touch the ground. “We should wash it out with soap.”
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The first quickly dropped Arthur, causing him to topple back into the soft grip of some unexpected arms. The group was quick to place their tails between their legs and booked it. Arthur looked up to see the owner of the arms was a rather pissed off looking blonde teen in a florist uniform, large black apron and all. The teen looked down and flashed Arthur a wide sprinkling smile to match his sprinkling sky blue eyes.
“Hey you okay?” He asked, his voice was clearly American, and Arthur blinked at him in shock before the teen helped him stand on his feet. “Those jerks didn’t hurt you did they?” Arthur just stared at the other teen, who was towering over him. “Hello~? Is anyone in there?” A gloved hand was waved in his face and Arthur’s green eyes suddenly refused to focus.
Instantly he covered his eyes with his hands, protecting himself from a possible headache. He nodded quickly, holding out his hand to grab onto something…just for a little while, till everything passed. He felt his body leaning to the side, his didn’t fight it, merely shifted his feet to follow it. A coolness washed over him suddenly.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” The teen’s voice sounded, and Arthur nodded again.
That was before his chest gave a yelp of pain, and the air seemed to become thin and not there. He cursed in his head, of all times to have an attack it had to be in the presence of a stranger. He tried to draw his outstretched arm back, but it didn’t seemed to follow it’s command, like it was blocked or something.
“Hey, relax I’m not going to hurt you,” the teen said gently, just before Arthur coughed for breath, covering his mouth and desperately trying to get air. He just about toppled to his knees, but he felt an arm wrap around his waist. “Easy there,” the teen urged gently, before it seemed like he was calling to the back. “Elogi, call 911!” Arthur suddenly felt his grip on consciousness slip.
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Arthur and Francis were known amongst the hospital staff, most may not know them by name, but they did know them by looks. Francis was greeted by a warm hello and a swift hospital room number. He smiled at the receptionist; they smiled back before, gently reaching for his arm.
“Who’s the blonde kid?” They asked, causing Francis too look at them weird. He walked off without giving them an answer. Yet two more nurses stopped him and asked the same question. It was then that Francis started to question himself. Not as to who, but why was there a blonde kid with his brother.
He rounded the corner, nearing Arthur’s room, and he did indeed take notice of the blonde kid everyone was talking about. Francis had seen him in school; he was new…like new, new. From what Francis understood, and what Gilbert told him, was the fact that he had moved in just a month before school started. He was the new student, and he didn’t exactly fit into the crowd well, Gilbert took him under his wing because he said he was the heir to “high school awesomeness”.
The boy’s name was Alfred, Alfred F. Jones, as he had formally introduced himself. He was a bright person, both in brains and attitude. He was easy to get along with, but one kid had managed to tick him off and it was like a whole new leaf was turned. Alfred could have force if he needed it.
Francis was a bit shocked to find him there in his work clothes. He knew Alfred worked with his aunt in their flower shop. Francis had spotted him cleaning up the display in the front, and Alfred had greeted him warmly, they had only known each other for a few days when it happened. They had conversed a bit before Alfred gave him in Iris from the bucket he was moving (“Because you look down.”), Francis had given it to Arthur knowing the meaning Alfred had given it to him was probably for hope or high spirits, or something of that nature.
“Alfred?” Francis questioned with a hissed and the younger teen was quick to straighten up to his full height and turn to the sound of his name.
“Francis?!” Alfred was rather caught of guard, his sky blue eyes wide and blinking behind his square frames.
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“Uh…some kid had a real bad asthma attack at the shop…or at least that’s all I think that happened.” Alfred said pointing to the room number, the same room number Arthur was to be in. “What are you doing here?”
“Half-brother’s health is acting up again.” Francis said, catching the puzzlement on Alfred’s face, as he too pointed to the same room. “Is this a shared room?” It was a stupid questioned; this floor was all single patient rooms. Alfred shook his head.
“Wait, he’s your brother?!” Alfred said looking like a thousand light bulbs just turned on in his head. Alfred was bright, but he was an idiot as well.
“Half-brother,” Francis hated the fact the he corrected Alfred, different mothers or not they were still brothers. He reached for the door feeling Alfred watching him as he did so. He opened the door as Alfred opened his mouth to say something, but the slamming door cut him off. “Ours, what the hell happened?!” Francis snapped.
Arthur turned to the sound of his childhood nickname; he started not saying a word. “What did you do? Why is Alfred here?” Francis asked, knowing very well yelling would get him no where with Arthur. Yet Arthur still didn’t answer, but he looked like he was asking ‘who?’ Francis sighed, pointing at the door and the semi split shades, where Alfred had probably was seen. Arthur turned, only to look back at Francis with even more confusion, Francis turned to find there was no one there at all. “The blonde teen who was wearing the florist outfit.”
The look of ‘oh’ washed over Arthur’s face, closely followed by the ‘shit’ look. “I…I…I went for a walk.”
“Alone.” Francis hissed and Arthur cringed slightly.
“It was fine till the bloody asthma attack.” Arthur urged, his grip on the sheets tightening, and his monitored hear was beating with nervousness or fear. Francis sighed and merely sank into a nearby chair. He was going to let their father deal with Arthur.
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“I’m sorry Gilbert, but I need to borrow Alfred.” Francis said calmly, the following Monday. The white haired senior looked at him, his red eyes clearly testing Francis’s blue ones. Antonio merely watched with Alfred as to what was going on.
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Francis grabbed Alfred by the upper arm and pulled him off away from the other two, causing the American to watch the turn disappear with very unsure eyes. Some people whispered and other’s chuckled, but Alfred was just left to stumble along awkwardly. Francis dragged him to the school roof and finally let go, the younger teen took a giant step back.
“You’re seriously going to let what Gilbert said go to your head?” Francis said with a raised eyebrow and the taller blonde gave a weak nod. He was unsure, whither it was Gilbert’s words or the awkward moment at the hospital, Francis wasn’t sure what was causing the uneasiness. “Where the hell did you go last night?!”
“Uh…um…home.” The taller stammered for an answer. “Look…Elogi told me to wait until family came along…you know…just in case…no one came-but you came…so I left.”
“What happened?” Francis interrogated and Alfred held his hands up quickly.
“I told you at the hospital, he had a serious asthma attack…well that and he covered his eyes…but all in all he was just being a costumer.” Alfred defended, “I was just trying to help him okay.”
I’m not mad,” Francis cleared up quickly, watching the American blink and him with shock, “I just want to know what happened. It’s just Arthur doesn’t have problems breathing unless his heart gets going. I just want to know if something was wrong before the attack okay.”
“Well there was a group of boys…”
“A group of boys?”
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“Who.”
“I’m still new here, I don’t know, but I told you they were the ones that wanted you at the party.” Francis growled with frustration, and Alfred was quick to reach for him and pull him back almost. “Look, he wasn’t hurt, just shaken up.”
“He could have not come back!” Francis snapped, and Alfred removed his hand like it burned. “Arthur’s very fragile,” he breathed out, truing to calm down, “he’s been that way since he was born.”
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Ah! You guyz almost found out I was...oh no. Oh and Ours is Bear in French.
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“What do you mean?” Alfred said breaking the wonderfully dreadful silence.
The older, longer blonde peeked up at him, but he didn’t look like he was going to inform Alfred of anything. Then he opened his mouth, “Arthur was born with a large deal of medical problems. I’m sure his mother could have handled him if it was just one thing, but it wasn’t.” Francis paused looking of to the side. “We’ve always had to be careful around him, nothing too heavy, nothing too physical, nothing too…whatever.
“You could say we got lucky with Osteogenesis Imperficta, seeing as how he only had Type VI…but things just seemed to add up. Friedreich’s Ataxia, asthma, heart problems, and diabetes.” Francis paused again, only this time it was longer. “He’s life hasn’t been exactly the easiest.”
Alfred was silent staring and Francis with wide eyes. “If he’s so sick…then why…why was he at the flower shop?” Alfred asked quietly, watching as Francis turned to him wildly, looking like he was going to snap or something.
“I…I don’t know.” Francis said in a gentle voice. “I know he likes to push himself,” Francis ran a hand through his long blonde hair and took a step towards Alfred. “Right now, all I know is the fact that he might not have been around any more if he didn’t stumble into your shop.” Francis smiled, for the first time it seemed like a real smile…well a thankful one.
“You’re welcome, I suppose.” Alfred laughed out, before turning to leave the roof.
“Alfred?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t talk about Arthur to anyone. Granted Gilbert and Antonio know about him…but I don’t need the whole school knowing about him.”
“Ah…no problem.” Alfred said awkwardly before he continued his way of the roof, a heavy burden seemed to be sitting on his shoulders now.
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Arthur was surprisingly mute when Francis came home, he had off work that day, something he loved having. Arthur was resting on the coach, his arm over his eyes; Francis figured he was asleep, but then the younger sat up. Francis greeted him with a smile and Arthur did nothing back, only waddled over to the bar in the kitchen and resting in one of the chairs.
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“What’s wrong Arthur?” Francis sighed out, and his half-brother turned to him, stabbing the grape with his fork suddenly. Okay, he both wanted something and was angry. “What do you want to do then?” Francis asked calmly asked, trying to get the stubborn teen to uses his voice, Arthur simply at the grape and eyed Francis carefully.
Arthur swallowed and reached for his cup of tea Francis had poured him, taking a sip and taking a deep breath. “I want to go for a walk again.” Arthur said firmly.
“No.” Francis said just as firmly.
“Frog.” Arthur hissed suddenly.
“Arthur, be reasonable. Think before you try to prove the fact that you can’t do something.” Francis said, stealing Arthur’s hardly touched dished, as Arthur stabbed another grape with hard eyes. “Why do you want to go walking anyway?”
“I want to go to the flower shop again.” Arthur informed eating the grape with a sort of gentleman air to him.
“And why Is that?” Francis was with a raised eyebrow, causing Arthur to steal a slice of strawberry that Francis had missed.
"I like the flowers.” Arthur informed, tossing the fork in the sink as he walked to their room.
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There was truth in Arthur saying he liked the flowers at Atsilusgi Danaliska, Francis didn’t see how anyone couldn’t, seeing as how they seemed to get them from a very good source. Of course Arthur always seemed rather lively around nature and its beings. Maybe it was do to the fact that Arthur never really got out much, but to Francis it seemed like he was a whole other person.
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“Hey,” Alfred chuckled out through a screw in his teeth; he spat the thing out in his hand, “didn’t think I would see you again.” Alfred smiled before he reached for something in his apron pocket, and practically jumping of the ladder.
There was a snap from two old ladies who were exiting the store to be careful. Alfred turned to them with a wide smile and a nervous laugh, as he agreed to be more careful in the future and he wished the women a farewell. He turned back to Arthur and Francis, with the usual dorky smile Francis had grown use to. His usual features were shinning as they always did.
“Wohali, did you finish hanging the new light?” A voice from inside came walking towards them, and Francis had never seen Alfred move in such a manner.
“Working on it, Elogi.” Alfred chanted, with a warm smile on his face as he hands worked on a new light. “We have new customers too.” The brunette who had previously been standing at the base of ladder came out from the depths of the shop.
She brightened instantly at the sight of the two other blondes. “Welcome to Atsilusgi Danaliska, how can I help you?” She asked with a gentle voice, and Francis turned to see a small smile on his half-brother’s lips.
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Uh...I need to go to bed. Night.
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Poor Francis though I am a USUK shipper QAQ
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