And Then The Roses Drowned - 3.1/many
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April 4 2011, 18:45:28 UTC
“So, Maddy asked me if... if the rumors she heard were true,” Logan explained. “If Arthur... If he was truly gone.” The other two remained silent. “She wants to come to the house with us. Her and Mícheál.”
“If what was on the radio this morning is right, Madailéin is in no condition to be doing something like that,” Ludwig interjected. “I heard Northern Ireland was suffering just as hard as southern England had been hit-which doesn’t make much sense but, then again, neither does a near-tsunami hitting any part of Great Britain.”
“You’re telling me,” Logan muttered. “I think it has something to do with waves? I don’t know.”
“Madailéin should stay in Belfast,” Matthew suggested, his voice hoarse. “But we could use Mícheál, especially since we won’t have Alfred.”
“Mícheál is a douche,” Logan said immediately. Ludwig sighed.
“Maybe, but he’s strong, and he is still your brother whether you like it or not. We could use him.”
“Use who for what now?” a voice asked, and the three turned. Alfred was standing in the doorway of the room, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, Kiku beside him, wobbling slightly.
“Alfred? What are you doing in here?” Matthew cried and he ran to the duo in the doorway. Kiku leaned against Alfred.
“Kiku’s heating up, and there’s nothing I can do-“
“Get back in bed, you’re still sick,” Ludwig demanded. Alfred frowned indignantly. Matthew took Kiku on his arm and laid a wrist to his forehead.
“Oh Kiku, you’re so hot... where’s Heracles?”
“Not... I’m not sure,” Kiku managed to stammer. Alfred looked visibly worried, holding onto the doorframe so hard his knuckles were white. Ludwig observed that Alfred was still very pale, and his eyes were red. He’d been crying very recently.
Everything was a mess.
“Alfred, please,” Ludwig said, standing up, “you are still weak. We need all nations who are sick to rest so that everyone can get better.”
“What do you need Mícheál to do?” Alfred asked, and his tone changed. He’d heard more than they thought. Matthew had hobbled Kiku out of the room by now.
“We’re going-we’re going to my brother’s house, right outside of London,” Logan offered from his seat at the desk. “Two days from now we’re going. To see what we can salvage. Maybe find some clues to where-“
“I want to go,” Alfred said, his voice low. Ludwig clenched his fists.
“Absolutely not,” Ludwig answered. Alfred stood up straighter but wobbled slightly as he did, a flush racing across his cheeks.
“I’m going. You need me.”
“You need to stay here and get better so you can help the relief efforts,” Ludwig responded. “You need-“
“So, Maddy asked me if... if the rumors she heard were true,” Logan explained. “If Arthur... If he was truly gone.” The other two remained silent. “She wants to come to the house with us. Her and Mícheál.”
“If what was on the radio this morning is right, Madailéin is in no condition to be doing something like that,” Ludwig interjected. “I heard Northern Ireland was suffering just as hard as southern England had been hit-which doesn’t make much sense but, then again, neither does a near-tsunami hitting any part of Great Britain.”
“You’re telling me,” Logan muttered. “I think it has something to do with waves? I don’t know.”
“Madailéin should stay in Belfast,” Matthew suggested, his voice hoarse. “But we could use Mícheál, especially since we won’t have Alfred.”
“Mícheál is a douche,” Logan said immediately. Ludwig sighed.
“Maybe, but he’s strong, and he is still your brother whether you like it or not. We could use him.”
“Use who for what now?” a voice asked, and the three turned. Alfred was standing in the doorway of the room, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, Kiku beside him, wobbling slightly.
“Alfred? What are you doing in here?” Matthew cried and he ran to the duo in the doorway. Kiku leaned against Alfred.
“Kiku’s heating up, and there’s nothing I can do-“
“Get back in bed, you’re still sick,” Ludwig demanded. Alfred frowned indignantly. Matthew took Kiku on his arm and laid a wrist to his forehead.
“Oh Kiku, you’re so hot... where’s Heracles?”
“Not... I’m not sure,” Kiku managed to stammer. Alfred looked visibly worried, holding onto the doorframe so hard his knuckles were white. Ludwig observed that Alfred was still very pale, and his eyes were red. He’d been crying very recently.
Everything was a mess.
“Alfred, please,” Ludwig said, standing up, “you are still weak. We need all nations who are sick to rest so that everyone can get better.”
“What do you need Mícheál to do?” Alfred asked, and his tone changed. He’d heard more than they thought. Matthew had hobbled Kiku out of the room by now.
“We’re going-we’re going to my brother’s house, right outside of London,” Logan offered from his seat at the desk. “Two days from now we’re going. To see what we can salvage. Maybe find some clues to where-“
“I want to go,” Alfred said, his voice low. Ludwig clenched his fists.
“Absolutely not,” Ludwig answered. Alfred stood up straighter but wobbled slightly as he did, a flush racing across his cheeks.
“I’m going. You need me.”
“You need to stay here and get better so you can help the relief efforts,” Ludwig responded. “You need-“
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