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.
Sickly in Love [5a/ ?]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 18:35:07 UTC
Yeah! An update! -------------------- Walks to Atsilusgi Danaliska become a daily thing for Arthur; somehow he had talked Francis into letting him do it. Of course Arthur had to call someone before he left if no one was home, if it was rainy he couldn’t go at all, and if someone was home, they were to accompany him. Arthur could careless about the rules that had been set, he was just happy to get out and do something everyday.
Alfred seemed to greet him everyday, smiling at him once he caught sight of the sandy blonde hair. Alfred was usually tending to something outside. For the first two days of the routine, Alfred was greeting him from atop the ladder. Arthur had held something of a conversation with the American from the base of the ladder. After that however, Alfred was usually restocking the front or picking all the old wrinkly flowers from the bin, sometimes he was just sweeping the front.
The brunette woman always seemed happy to see Arthur when he stopped by. She always smiled sweetly at him, and sometimes the two would pick up conversation when she assigned Alfred to do something. Ironically she was Alfred’s aunt, the two did look related, the childish features, and the blue eyes.
Arthur never really bought flowers from the shop, all he really did was visit for the most part, but no one really seemed to mind. Of course before Arthur would part, which was usually after an hour or so of merely chatting about with the two, Alfred would also give him a small parting flower. They were always wet and cool in Arthur’s hands, an opposite of the warm smile Alfred usually gave him when he left.
The flowers usually ended up in a vase at the condo, another thing Arthur had picked up. He usually tented to the vase and its residence daily. It wasn’t long before their father had bought Arthur a potted plant, much to the dismay of Francis. Or course, Francis had let the whole thing go, after seeing Arthur carefully tending to the duties he had at home.
“Hey, Arthur, are you doing anything this Saturday?” Alfred asked after two weeks of the daily visits to the shop.
Arthur blinked, he had announced his leave, and Alfred hadn’t come darting to his side with a fresh cut flower. “Not that I can recall.” Arthur stated with question.
“Great! ‘Cause I was wondering if you wanted to the music fest on Saturday.” Alfred said excitedly.
“Francis would never agree to something like that.” Arthur informed him loosely, knowing very well Francis would drag him back home if he snuck out.
“No, I already asked him.” Alfred beamed, causing Arthur’s green eyes to blink in wonder. “He said it was fine, as set like a bill-zillion rules for me to follow.” Alfred said as his smile grew bigger.
“You’re not going to follow them are you?” Arthur asked, looking Alfred right in the eye.
Sickly in Love [5b/ ?]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 18:40:24 UTC
“No-I mean yes-of course, why wouldn’t…” Alfred trailed of as Arthur kept raising an eyebrow with every answer Alfred gave. “Okay, fine I was only going to go with some of them.”
“I’ll go.” Arthur said, with a small smile in his voice. If Alfred wasn’t going to follow all of Francis’s rules, then it was worth going somewhere with him.
“Great, how about we meet here.” Alfred said smiling.
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It seemed like weeks had pasted before Saturday came rolling around. Francis had off that day, and Arthur was sure, his half-brother had done just about everything to get it, of course Gilbert and Antonio had crashed their place to “waste it away.” Arthur was happy with the fact that they managed to talk Francis out of the endless checklist Francis had in his head.
“Francis, he’s old enough to take the world on by himself.” Gilbert had said before ducking back in the fridge, “Where’s the beer?”
“You’re underage.” Antonio sounded with a smile.
“Not in Germany.” Gilbert declared, as he opened a bottle, waltzing away from Antonio’s attempts to stop him. Arthur knew it was all a game, they did this just about every time they came over, that or bothered him.
“Have a bloody fantastic time while I’m gone.” Arthur called over his shoulder as he left for the door, hearing the curses of German, Spanish, and French as the three older boys ‘argued’ over the drinking age.
Arthur rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him. His eyes set on the stairs, his walks had been helping, or he hoped, but seeing as he could go farther down them without having to stop for breath. The doctors where rather thrilled with the sudden improvement of Arthur’s physic, Arthur in reality could careless what the doctors thought.
Eventually Arthur came within sight of the flower shop, to find Alfred was sitting on the curb, or at least he thought it was Alfred. Arthur had only seen Alfred in his usual flower shop attire, the slick black pants, or sometimes roughed-up looking jeans, the usual white shirt and the large black apron he wore, with the grey gloves sticking out of some random pockets. The person on the curb had nothing of the sort.
They had a black shirt, the sleeves ending at their elbow, there were worn jeans, ripped and baggy, they seemed. To the side of the person was a large brown leathery lump of something. Their hair however was the same disorganized hair Alfred owned, and as Arthur neared, and the cloudless skies turned to him. Then a large blinding smile plagued the man’s face and they got up, towering him over him. So they were Alfred.
Arthur blinked at him, causing Alfred to admit a soft sort of laugh. “What did you think I was going to in my work outfit or something?” Alfred chuckled.
“What do you take me for, an idiot?” Arthur said crossly, folding his arms and looking at the closed flower shop. “Git.”
“Should we get going?” Alfred asked; as he reached down to pick up the leathery lump. Arthur gave a weak nod before Alfred led the way to the fest.
Upon nearing the music fest, Arthur found himself in the crowds of the city they lived in, all flocking to the center of all the sound in the area. Arthur reached for a hold on Alfred’s jacket, not wanting to get lost in the large crowd of people, many of whom hadn’t seen him before. There was really only one person who knew him. They were a nurse, and were happy to see Arthur out and enjoying life.
Sickly in Love [5c/ ?]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 18:43:23 UTC
Alfred had sent him an encouraging smile when they left the nurse to their family. He walked Arthur past venues and food stands, leading him to the grassy hill. Though Arthur couldn’t see exactly every detail of the stage below them, Arthur knew there was a stage with a band.
“Here we go.” Alfred said suddenly before plopping down on the ground. Arthur started at him, this was really as far as they were going to go. He sat down anyway on the grass, a couple of feet from Alfred, who was grinning like an idiot. “What do ya think?”
“I think we just got here.” Arthur hissed sourly.
“Okay, sorry, chill.” Alfred chuckled out, before suddenly tipping back into the grass with a content sigh. ------------ Just a warning to ya'll there is going to be a lot of angst in this, on both sides, because I'm mean and don't give any one a break.
Though I have a happy ending in my head...it's just not written down.
“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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Walks to Atsilusgi Danaliska become a daily thing for Arthur; somehow he had talked Francis into letting him do it. Of course Arthur had to call someone before he left if no one was home, if it was rainy he couldn’t go at all, and if someone was home, they were to accompany him. Arthur could careless about the rules that had been set, he was just happy to get out and do something everyday.
Alfred seemed to greet him everyday, smiling at him once he caught sight of the sandy blonde hair. Alfred was usually tending to something outside. For the first two days of the routine, Alfred was greeting him from atop the ladder. Arthur had held something of a conversation with the American from the base of the ladder. After that however, Alfred was usually restocking the front or picking all the old wrinkly flowers from the bin, sometimes he was just sweeping the front.
The brunette woman always seemed happy to see Arthur when he stopped by. She always smiled sweetly at him, and sometimes the two would pick up conversation when she assigned Alfred to do something. Ironically she was Alfred’s aunt, the two did look related, the childish features, and the blue eyes.
Arthur never really bought flowers from the shop, all he really did was visit for the most part, but no one really seemed to mind. Of course before Arthur would part, which was usually after an hour or so of merely chatting about with the two, Alfred would also give him a small parting flower. They were always wet and cool in Arthur’s hands, an opposite of the warm smile Alfred usually gave him when he left.
The flowers usually ended up in a vase at the condo, another thing Arthur had picked up. He usually tented to the vase and its residence daily. It wasn’t long before their father had bought Arthur a potted plant, much to the dismay of Francis. Or course, Francis had let the whole thing go, after seeing Arthur carefully tending to the duties he had at home.
“Hey, Arthur, are you doing anything this Saturday?” Alfred asked after two weeks of the daily visits to the shop.
Arthur blinked, he had announced his leave, and Alfred hadn’t come darting to his side with a fresh cut flower. “Not that I can recall.” Arthur stated with question.
“Great! ‘Cause I was wondering if you wanted to the music fest on Saturday.” Alfred said excitedly.
“Francis would never agree to something like that.” Arthur informed him loosely, knowing very well Francis would drag him back home if he snuck out.
“No, I already asked him.” Alfred beamed, causing Arthur’s green eyes to blink in wonder. “He said it was fine, as set like a bill-zillion rules for me to follow.” Alfred said as his smile grew bigger.
“You’re not going to follow them are you?” Arthur asked, looking Alfred right in the eye.
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“I’ll go.” Arthur said, with a small smile in his voice. If Alfred wasn’t going to follow all of Francis’s rules, then it was worth going somewhere with him.
“Great, how about we meet here.” Alfred said smiling.
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It seemed like weeks had pasted before Saturday came rolling around. Francis had off that day, and Arthur was sure, his half-brother had done just about everything to get it, of course Gilbert and Antonio had crashed their place to “waste it away.” Arthur was happy with the fact that they managed to talk Francis out of the endless checklist Francis had in his head.
“Francis, he’s old enough to take the world on by himself.” Gilbert had said before ducking back in the fridge, “Where’s the beer?”
“You’re underage.” Antonio sounded with a smile.
“Not in Germany.” Gilbert declared, as he opened a bottle, waltzing away from Antonio’s attempts to stop him. Arthur knew it was all a game, they did this just about every time they came over, that or bothered him.
“Have a bloody fantastic time while I’m gone.” Arthur called over his shoulder as he left for the door, hearing the curses of German, Spanish, and French as the three older boys ‘argued’ over the drinking age.
Arthur rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him. His eyes set on the stairs, his walks had been helping, or he hoped, but seeing as he could go farther down them without having to stop for breath. The doctors where rather thrilled with the sudden improvement of Arthur’s physic, Arthur in reality could careless what the doctors thought.
Eventually Arthur came within sight of the flower shop, to find Alfred was sitting on the curb, or at least he thought it was Alfred. Arthur had only seen Alfred in his usual flower shop attire, the slick black pants, or sometimes roughed-up looking jeans, the usual white shirt and the large black apron he wore, with the grey gloves sticking out of some random pockets. The person on the curb had nothing of the sort.
They had a black shirt, the sleeves ending at their elbow, there were worn jeans, ripped and baggy, they seemed. To the side of the person was a large brown leathery lump of something. Their hair however was the same disorganized hair Alfred owned, and as Arthur neared, and the cloudless skies turned to him. Then a large blinding smile plagued the man’s face and they got up, towering him over him. So they were Alfred.
Arthur blinked at him, causing Alfred to admit a soft sort of laugh. “What did you think I was going to in my work outfit or something?” Alfred chuckled.
“What do you take me for, an idiot?” Arthur said crossly, folding
his arms and looking at the closed flower shop. “Git.”
“Should we get going?” Alfred asked; as he reached down to pick up the leathery lump. Arthur gave a weak nod before Alfred led the way to the fest.
Upon nearing the music fest, Arthur found himself in the crowds of the city they lived in, all flocking to the center of all the sound in the area. Arthur reached for a hold on Alfred’s jacket, not wanting to get lost in the large crowd of people, many of whom hadn’t seen him before. There was really only one person who knew him. They were a nurse, and were happy to see Arthur out and enjoying life.
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“Here we go.” Alfred said suddenly before plopping down on the ground. Arthur started at him, this was really as far as they were going to go. He sat down anyway on the grass, a couple of feet from Alfred, who was grinning like an idiot. “What do ya think?”
“I think we just got here.” Arthur hissed sourly.
“Okay, sorry, chill.” Alfred chuckled out, before suddenly tipping back into the grass with a content sigh.
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Just a warning to ya'll there is going to be a lot of angst in this, on both sides, because I'm mean and don't give any one a break.
Though I have a happy ending in my head...it's just not written down.
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