American dreams in an English village (3/?)
anonymous
May 24 2010, 15:17:39 UTC
"You can't sit here," I growled, "this is Kiku's spot and it always will be!"
"We can fit in three on that bench," he said and tried to make space between Kiku and me. Luckily, Miss Madeleine once again proved herself to be a fine lady as she told Alfred that no, it wasn't appropriate to sit three on a bench, and that he had to move to the back and sit next to Ivan.
Bad choice. Five minutes later as we were discussing the world leaders during the world war, Ivan made a comment on Stalin being a wise man which made Alfred step up onto his desk and yell from the top of his lungs that Stalin had never been wise.
"He fought for equality!" Ivan cried and raised to his feet.
"So did Roosevelt, he just wasn't a… a sissy!"
"Staling was no sissy!" Ivan roared and grabbed Alfred by his legs. Alfred wobbled, but didn't fall.
"You're a sissy!"
"You don't even know what that word means!"
"Uh-huh, it means.. You don't know it either!" Alfred pointed his finger at Ivan who hesitated. Miss Madeleine along with the rest of the class was startled, unsure on how to react to a situation like this. We had never experienced anything like it in class before. Ivan snapped in air.
"It means to be fat!" Ivan then decided, and Alfred nodded.
"I knew that!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Calm down, you two!" Miss Madeleine finally stepped in and freed Ivan's arms from Alfred's legs. Or the other way around. Hard to tell from the spot that I was sitting. Alfred jumped down from the desk and went to the board, turned towards us all and said,
"You want to know about World War 2? I'll tell you about World War 2, for America saved you all!"
"That's outrageous!" I cried and got up.
"Then who helped Europe back onto its feet?" Alfred wanted to know and crossed his arms like the spoiled brat he was. Miss Madeleine was still busy calming Ivan down who was declaring that he had nuclear weapons in his schoolbag, so she didn't notice as I went up to Alfred. Kiku mumbled something about all of us being quiet and speaking in a proper manner, but for once I decided to ignore him.
"If you helped, it was only to benefit from it yourself!"
"We still helped!"
"We… We built up a health care system, by ourselves!"
"That has nothing with anything to do!"
"It does!" I cried. We were now in each other's faces, yelling so spit flew around. "Mom says that we're better than you because we have a health care system!"
"We're better than you because we have guns!"
"We have… fish and chips!"
"We have McD!"
"McD sucks!"
"You suck!" And that did it all. We jumped at each other. I had never before been fighting with anyone, but from the way that Alfred's fists hit my stomach I guessed that he had, so I mostly head banged his chest and tried to cover myself up while he flailed around with arms and legs, sometimes hitting himself in anger. Miss Madeleine yelled for both of us to stop, the girls started crying, Ivan pulled forward pens that he said had nuclear powers, and suddenly, I can't remember how, I was sitting with Alfred outside in the school yard for a time-out. I had gotten a black eye and several scratches, he was bruised mostly on his knees and claimed that he had broken a rib, though he probably just had a mark somewhere underneath his shirt.
American dreams in an English village (4/?)
anonymous
May 24 2010, 15:18:20 UTC
"That sucks," he mumbled, breaking out minute-long silence and swinging with his legs in the air. We were seated at one of the tall benches, facing the soccer field that was being mowed. I smelled fresh grass and blood trickling down my chin.
"Yeah, well, at least my dad won't call me a poofter anymore."
"What's a poofter?"
"I don't know." Alfred leaned back against the wall.
"It's probably someone who smoke. Y'know, like, taking a puff?"
"Why should fighting make me a non-smoker?"
"Because you can't fight with a cigarette in your hand," he explained, and I nodded, for it made great sense the way he told things. But I quickly regretted having nodded at all, for I didn't want to seem friendly with Alfred.
"Why did you move here?" I asked and peeked at him from the corners of my eyes. He was looking up at the sky, his tanned skin looked like melting chocolate in the sun.
"My brother lives over here."
"Your brother? Why doesn't he live with you?"
"Half-brother. Daddy messed around with some British girl when he was in the army."
"Oh…" I felt that I shouldn't ask anymore questions, and he probably didn't knew much more than what he had already told me, so I looked down at my sneakers. One of them still had a hole in the side from the time when Alfred poked his flag down through it.
"Why don't you like me?" he suddenly asked, and I shrugged as an immediate reaction.
"I don't know why."
"Can't we try and be friends?" he asked. "You're spending time on me anyway."
"I am not!"
"Am so!" We glared at each other. His nose was running. He wiped it off in his arm. "You've been watching me since I moved in."
"Maybe a little.."
"So? Why not be friends?" I didn't say anything at first. Becoming friends with Alfred would make my dad happy and my mom worry less about me being an idiot. Since I didn't have many friends, she once thought that I had to be mentally unstable. I hated going to the psychologist for three months just to be told that there was nothing wrong with me.
"Hmm…" I mumbled, just to answer something. Alfred straightened up.
"I'll let you play with my guns."
"I don't want your guns."
"Then my horse." I looked at him with shiny eyes.
"You have a horse?" He grinned.
"Well, it's at a ranch some miles from here, but I go there at least twice a month."
"Why? Doesn't you dad say that horses are for girls?"
"What? No!" Alfred wrinkled his brows. "Cowboys rode horses. I want to become a cowboy when I grow up, so I am learning how to ride and take care of a horse. It's super manly." He nodded as if he wanted to make sure that I understood how manly it was. I bit my lower lip.
"Okay, if I can play with your horse, then we can be friends."
"Great!" He beamed and grabbed my hand and shook it harshly. I smiled awkwardly and looked away. At that time I just planned on staying by his side until I got my own horse. How was I to know that there would come a time when I would freely stay by his side, with or without a horse, and feel proud of doing so?
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anonymous
May 24 2010, 16:21:35 UTC
D'awwwwww! This is just plain adorable, anon! I'mma be stalking this fill for my fill (geddit? xD) of sweet sugary goodness, now! The thought of ickle Alfie and Artie... and then Kiku and Ivan... Somehow this reminds me of the Little Archie series xD
In other words, thanks!
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This Is *the Barely Coherent* OP
anonymous
May 25 2010, 11:07:49 UTC
YOU...you...you are filling my request! When I saw this on the fill list I went "hey, this looks oddly familiar..." Then OHMYGOD someone is filling my request!!!!! With a fill so cute and adorable and longer!? Oh I feel so lucky! And special<333
D'aw I like how Alfy and Arty first met, America property? With a water gun? Pfff Alfred is just so Alfred, a miniature one though and yeah even at a young age your denial is showing England! Then Ivan and Kiku and the fight in the class and how Alfred bribed Arthur with his horse to be friends...I just- can't put it into proper words how much I love you for this, ILU dear writer!anon! ; v ;
Oh, thank you OP =u=! I am glad this didn't ruin your expectations for a fill.
I hope you don't mind me stretching the time from children to teens/young adults and including some other themes than just them being freinds. Your request was just so inspiring =u=
No, OP don't mind at all! When I typed that request I just wanted so much a scene where they could grow up together, since I personally seldom saw that as Arthur was often portrayed as Alfred's guardian or father figure...
But I'm off ^^U so just go wild, dear author!anon! 8D
Re: American dreams in an English village (4/?)
anonymous
May 25 2010, 14:02:41 UTC
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Go on, authoranon, that's adorable! Alfred is very cute, but i think Arthur's endeared himself more to me, with his "unicorn stuff" *snort* I hope we keep seeing the adorable proto-communist Ivan too xD Also, let me tell you that these are the most believable kids I've rea din the meme so far; other people make them either too mature, or more commonly, too kiddy kiddy. The way yours talk is perfect (AND CUTE!!)
"We can fit in three on that bench," he said and tried to make space between Kiku and me. Luckily, Miss Madeleine once again proved herself to be a fine lady as she told Alfred that no, it wasn't appropriate to sit three on a bench, and that he had to move to the back and sit next to Ivan.
Bad choice. Five minutes later as we were discussing the world leaders during the world war, Ivan made a comment on Stalin being a wise man which made Alfred step up onto his desk and yell from the top of his lungs that Stalin had never been wise.
"He fought for equality!" Ivan cried and raised to his feet.
"So did Roosevelt, he just wasn't a… a sissy!"
"Staling was no sissy!" Ivan roared and grabbed Alfred by his legs. Alfred wobbled, but didn't fall.
"You're a sissy!"
"You don't even know what that word means!"
"Uh-huh, it means.. You don't know it either!" Alfred pointed his finger at Ivan who hesitated. Miss Madeleine along with the rest of the class was startled, unsure on how to react to a situation like this. We had never experienced anything like it in class before. Ivan snapped in air.
"It means to be fat!" Ivan then decided, and Alfred nodded.
"I knew that!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Calm down, you two!" Miss Madeleine finally stepped in and freed Ivan's arms from Alfred's legs. Or the other way around. Hard to tell from the spot that I was sitting. Alfred jumped down from the desk and went to the board, turned towards us all and said,
"You want to know about World War 2? I'll tell you about World War 2, for America saved you all!"
"That's outrageous!" I cried and got up.
"Then who helped Europe back onto its feet?" Alfred wanted to know and crossed his arms like the spoiled brat he was. Miss Madeleine was still busy calming Ivan down who was declaring that he had nuclear weapons in his schoolbag, so she didn't notice as I went up to Alfred. Kiku mumbled something about all of us being quiet and speaking in a proper manner, but for once I decided to ignore him.
"If you helped, it was only to benefit from it yourself!"
"We still helped!"
"We… We built up a health care system, by ourselves!"
"That has nothing with anything to do!"
"It does!" I cried. We were now in each other's faces, yelling so spit flew around. "Mom says that we're better than you because we have a health care system!"
"We're better than you because we have guns!"
"We have… fish and chips!"
"We have McD!"
"McD sucks!"
"You suck!" And that did it all. We jumped at each other. I had never before been fighting with anyone, but from the way that Alfred's fists hit my stomach I guessed that he had, so I mostly head banged his chest and tried to cover myself up while he flailed around with arms and legs, sometimes hitting himself in anger. Miss Madeleine yelled for both of us to stop, the girls started crying, Ivan pulled forward pens that he said had nuclear powers, and suddenly, I can't remember how, I was sitting with Alfred outside in the school yard for a time-out. I had gotten a black eye and several scratches, he was bruised mostly on his knees and claimed that he had broken a rib, though he probably just had a mark somewhere underneath his shirt.
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"Yeah, well, at least my dad won't call me a poofter anymore."
"What's a poofter?"
"I don't know." Alfred leaned back against the wall.
"It's probably someone who smoke. Y'know, like, taking a puff?"
"Why should fighting make me a non-smoker?"
"Because you can't fight with a cigarette in your hand," he explained, and I nodded, for it made great sense the way he told things. But I quickly regretted having nodded at all, for I didn't want to seem friendly with Alfred.
"Why did you move here?" I asked and peeked at him from the corners of my eyes. He was looking up at the sky, his tanned skin looked like melting chocolate in the sun.
"My brother lives over here."
"Your brother? Why doesn't he live with you?"
"Half-brother. Daddy messed around with some British girl when he was in the army."
"Oh…" I felt that I shouldn't ask anymore questions, and he probably didn't knew much more than what he had already told me, so I looked down at my sneakers. One of them still had a hole in the side from the time when Alfred poked his flag down through it.
"Why don't you like me?" he suddenly asked, and I shrugged as an immediate reaction.
"I don't know why."
"Can't we try and be friends?" he asked. "You're spending time on me anyway."
"I am not!"
"Am so!" We glared at each other. His nose was running. He wiped it off in his arm. "You've been watching me since I moved in."
"Maybe a little.."
"So? Why not be friends?" I didn't say anything at first. Becoming friends with Alfred would make my dad happy and my mom worry less about me being an idiot. Since I didn't have many friends, she once thought that I had to be mentally unstable. I hated going to the psychologist for three months just to be told that there was nothing wrong with me.
"Hmm…" I mumbled, just to answer something. Alfred straightened up.
"I'll let you play with my guns."
"I don't want your guns."
"Then my horse." I looked at him with shiny eyes.
"You have a horse?" He grinned.
"Well, it's at a ranch some miles from here, but I go there at least twice a month."
"Why? Doesn't you dad say that horses are for girls?"
"What? No!" Alfred wrinkled his brows. "Cowboys rode horses. I want to become a cowboy when I grow up, so I am learning how to ride and take care of a horse. It's super manly." He nodded as if he wanted to make sure that I understood how manly it was. I bit my lower lip.
"Okay, if I can play with your horse, then we can be friends."
"Great!" He beamed and grabbed my hand and shook it harshly. I smiled awkwardly and looked away. At that time I just planned on staying by his side until I got my own horse. How was I to know that there would come a time when I would freely stay by his side, with or without a horse, and feel proud of doing so?
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In other words, thanks!
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I shall be stalking this fill.
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D'aw I like how Alfy and Arty first met, America property? With a water gun? Pfff Alfred is just so Alfred, a miniature one though and yeah even at a young age your denial is showing England! Then Ivan and Kiku and the fight in the class and how Alfred bribed Arthur with his horse to be friends...I just- can't put it into proper words how much I love you for this, ILU dear writer!anon! ; v ;
ALL the bonuses?!?! *faint*
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I hope you don't mind me stretching the time from children to teens/young adults and including some other themes than just them being freinds. Your request was just so inspiring =u=
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When I typed that request I just wanted so much a scene where they could grow up together, since I personally seldom saw that as Arthur was often portrayed as Alfred's guardian or father figure...
But I'm off ^^U so just go wild, dear author!anon! 8D
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Go on, authoranon, that's adorable! Alfred is very cute, but i think Arthur's endeared himself more to me, with his "unicorn stuff" *snort*
I hope we keep seeing the adorable proto-communist Ivan too xD
Also, let me tell you that these are the most believable kids I've rea din the meme so far; other people make them either too mature, or more commonly, too kiddy kiddy. The way yours talk is perfect (AND CUTE!!)
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