[Part 8] Anything Goes: USUK, AU based loosely on Chobits (I Can't Stop Loving You) - [24k/25]
anonymous
September 7 2011, 17:10:25 UTC
Potato what? And how did he know I’m a… He glanced downward to his dusty uniform. I’m too tired for this. “I’m here for Alfred-he called me.”
The eye blinked. “…You’re his owner?”
“Who else would I be?” he snapped back waspishly, longing to shove the door open. Somewhere on the other side of it, Alfred was waiting for him, damn it. “Look, is he there or isn’t he?”
Now the eye was scowling at him. “Don’t get bitchy with me, I don’t have to let you in here. As a matter of fact, why you go blow it-”
“Lovino, who are you talking to?” a higher pitched voice interrupted. The eye vanished and the door nearly shut.
“Seborga! I told you to stay put.”
“Oh, is it Mr. Arthur? Alfred said he might come. You’re going to let him in, aren’t you?”
There was a pause and a long stream of grumbles before the door finally swung open, revealing a scowling brunet and a small cheerful laptop. “Alfred’s with Feliciano, hold on, I’ll get him-and don’t you dare track in filth everywhere!” Lovino hurried over to a door on the far side of the room, past a couch where a dozing woman and inactive Companion cuddled. Before Arthur could shuffle in awkwardly, the Italian stuck his head in the door of the room, shouting in, calling Alfred’s name. Arthur felt intensely in tune with the sounds of that room when the distant noise of a conversation died instantly. Even over the quiet drone of the television in the living room, Arthur could hear the quiet creak of an old chair and then the soft footfalls as someone walked to the door.
When he appeared at said door, Alfred looked dusty and a little worn. Worryingly, there seemed to be something wrong with his shoulder-it dipped inward unnaturally, liked he dented it by running headlong towards a street post. In his unharmed arm, he carried a strange gray bundle that clung to his sweatshirt. Despite this, he was still one of the most achingly beautiful sights Arthur had ever seen and when his knees began to quake, it wasn’t just from fatigue.
“Arthur,” Alfred began, his voice soft, perhaps from exhaustion as well, and it was twice as wonderful as any phone message, hundreds of times better than any damn text message. “You’re here-you really came.” He paused, and slowly, a tired grin spread across his lips. “You look terrible-did a vacuum explode on you?”
There was a strange choking noise in the back of Arthur’s throat as he tried not to splutter in disbelief. “You-you hardly look any better. What have you done to your shoulder?”
“Oh, that?” He tried to shrug it off, almost managing nonchalance. “Had a little accident. I, um, might need to go see Kiku about it. Still, what happened to you?”
Arthur stared in dumbfounded silence; almost an entire goddamn month, countless hours of agony, many restless nights, and this is how Alfred chose to greet him? Without another thought to his weariness or his pain, Arthur strode across the room, dug his fingers into the hood of that sweatshirt, and yanked Alfred downward into a hug as he buried his face against his neck. “Will you shut up and actually greet me?”
For a moment, Alfred was stock still, as if he’d suddenly lost all power. However there was a small shift as he moved whatever his bundle was over towards his weaker arm before yanking Arthur so tightly against he swore he felt his vertebra cracking while Alfred returned the favor and buried his own face into the crook of Arthur’s neck. “I missed you,” he whispered, sounding as pained as Arthur felt. “I missed, I really, really missed you. I thought you weren’t going to come and you didn’t want me back after all and-”
“Oh, you silly boy,” he murmured back, tugging one arm free so he could wrap it more comfortably-and comfortingly-around Alfred’s head and neck. “Hush.”
Beside them, Lovino and the laptop, and maybe even whoever it was Alfred had been talking to or the women on the couch, were probably staring at them. Arthur couldn’t bring himself to care.
He had Alfred back and for him, that was all that mattered and all that ever would. “I missed you too, you dear silly git.”
Alfred laughed, a small wet sounding thing, clinging to him even more.
Re: [Part 8] Anything Goes: USUK, AU based loosely on Chobits (I Can't Stop Loving You) - [24k/25]
anonymous
September 9 2011, 01:47:17 UTC
Words cannot express how happy I am that they are back together again. There was a lot that went on in this chapter. A lot of things that they two of them learned--an especially useful observance for Alfred of how another human can interact with a companion, which was incredible. And, Arthur, I'm can't even sort out all my thoughts. Still, I've read it twice now, and have no words.
Their reunion was perfect; couldn't have imagined anything better.
Re: [Part 8] Anything Goes: USUK, AU based loosely on Chobits (I Can't Stop Loving You) - [24k/25]
anonymous
September 9 2011, 07:05:56 UTC
Ahhhh, this fill <3 I missed it! I saw the update when I was at university, and I grinned so much, I think people started to stare at me.
I'm so glad they finally could see each other again ;w; I liked how awkward it was when Arthur went to see Alfred, and I'm so happy that it was Arthur who went to Alfred first (and even told him to greet him properly), I think Alfred needed that reassurance that Arthur wanted him, and that was a nice way of showing it.
Can't wait for the last part! (Ngl though, I'm going to miss waiting for updates)
The eye blinked. “…You’re his owner?”
“Who else would I be?” he snapped back waspishly, longing to shove the door open. Somewhere on the other side of it, Alfred was waiting for him, damn it. “Look, is he there or isn’t he?”
Now the eye was scowling at him. “Don’t get bitchy with me, I don’t have to let you in here. As a matter of fact, why you go blow it-”
“Lovino, who are you talking to?” a higher pitched voice interrupted. The eye vanished and the door nearly shut.
“Seborga! I told you to stay put.”
“Oh, is it Mr. Arthur? Alfred said he might come. You’re going to let him in, aren’t you?”
There was a pause and a long stream of grumbles before the door finally swung open, revealing a scowling brunet and a small cheerful laptop. “Alfred’s with Feliciano, hold on, I’ll get him-and don’t you dare track in filth everywhere!” Lovino hurried over to a door on the far side of the room, past a couch where a dozing woman and inactive Companion cuddled. Before Arthur could shuffle in awkwardly, the Italian stuck his head in the door of the room, shouting in, calling Alfred’s name. Arthur felt intensely in tune with the sounds of that room when the distant noise of a conversation died instantly. Even over the quiet drone of the television in the living room, Arthur could hear the quiet creak of an old chair and then the soft footfalls as someone walked to the door.
When he appeared at said door, Alfred looked dusty and a little worn. Worryingly, there seemed to be something wrong with his shoulder-it dipped inward unnaturally, liked he dented it by running headlong towards a street post. In his unharmed arm, he carried a strange gray bundle that clung to his sweatshirt. Despite this, he was still one of the most achingly beautiful sights Arthur had ever seen and when his knees began to quake, it wasn’t just from fatigue.
“Arthur,” Alfred began, his voice soft, perhaps from exhaustion as well, and it was twice as wonderful as any phone message, hundreds of times better than any damn text message. “You’re here-you really came.” He paused, and slowly, a tired grin spread across his lips. “You look terrible-did a vacuum explode on you?”
There was a strange choking noise in the back of Arthur’s throat as he tried not to splutter in disbelief. “You-you hardly look any better. What have you done to your shoulder?”
“Oh, that?” He tried to shrug it off, almost managing nonchalance. “Had a little accident. I, um, might need to go see Kiku about it. Still, what happened to you?”
Arthur stared in dumbfounded silence; almost an entire goddamn month, countless hours of agony, many restless nights, and this is how Alfred chose to greet him? Without another thought to his weariness or his pain, Arthur strode across the room, dug his fingers into the hood of that sweatshirt, and yanked Alfred downward into a hug as he buried his face against his neck. “Will you shut up and actually greet me?”
For a moment, Alfred was stock still, as if he’d suddenly lost all power. However there was a small shift as he moved whatever his bundle was over towards his weaker arm before yanking Arthur so tightly against he swore he felt his vertebra cracking while Alfred returned the favor and buried his own face into the crook of Arthur’s neck. “I missed you,” he whispered, sounding as pained as Arthur felt. “I missed, I really, really missed you. I thought you weren’t going to come and you didn’t want me back after all and-”
“Oh, you silly boy,” he murmured back, tugging one arm free so he could wrap it more comfortably-and comfortingly-around Alfred’s head and neck. “Hush.”
Beside them, Lovino and the laptop, and maybe even whoever it was Alfred had been talking to or the women on the couch, were probably staring at them. Arthur couldn’t bring himself to care.
He had Alfred back and for him, that was all that mattered and all that ever would. “I missed you too, you dear silly git.”
Alfred laughed, a small wet sounding thing, clinging to him even more.
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OH
MY
GOD!
THIS!
THIS!!
YOU WONDERFUL ANON YOU!
THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!
I LOVE IT!
Thank you A!A for this utterly wonderful and beautiful and downright amazing story.
I am sat here grinning like an idiot over this update!!
I AM SO HAPPY THEY HAVE FINALLY MET BACK UP.
MARRY. ME.
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sorry about that!
OMGGGG they finally met up again!
Poor Arthur and poor Alfred... I'm so happy they're hugging at the moment, oh god.
This is an amazing story- you should be proud of yourself. Thank you so much for writing this!!!
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It was a long time coming, no? (Well... not counting my long delays. Whoops.)
I'm really happy you've liked it. Thank you for commenting.
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Their reunion was perfect; couldn't have imagined anything better.
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I'm so glad they finally could see each other again ;w; I liked how awkward it was when Arthur went to see Alfred, and I'm so happy that it was Arthur who went to Alfred first (and even told him to greet him properly), I think Alfred needed that reassurance that Arthur wanted him, and that was a nice way of showing it.
Can't wait for the last part! (Ngl though, I'm going to miss waiting for updates)
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If it makes you feel better, I plan on continuing this AU through some drabbles on my ff.net account and lj. It won't go away forever.
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usxuk.livejournal.com "I can't stop loving you"
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I can't wait to read the last chapter!!
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