Re: What's In a Name [3/?]
anonymous
June 2 2009, 02:06:48 UTC
When Arthur Named Alfred - A Flashback
“Hey, hey, Arthur~”
Arthur looked down at his young colony, who was currently beaming and bouncing up and down by his feet. “What is it, Alfred?”
The boy practically crawled into his lap at the first sign of Arthur’s attention. Looking at the blonde with bright, blue eyes, England sighed and set his book down. Something told me this will take a few moments.
“I met someone today, he said his name was Antonio Fernandez Carrie-something!”
Spain. Arthur flatly thought. America met Spain. Patiently, he gave Alfred a smile. “And?”
“And he has three names!” Alfred’s eyes were sparkling. That was not a good sign. “Can I have three names?”
“You already have three names. Your official name America, your human name is Alfred, then your surname is Jones. Also, it is more appropriate to use ‘may’ than ‘can.’”
“May I have four names then?” The boy was looking at him like a little puppy. “Please, Arthur~?”
England rolled his eyes, though he didn’t actually find it much trouble. “Fine. A middle name for you, then.”
“I want it to start with an F!” America cheered.
“Why?”
“Because it’s cool!”
Arthur blinked, and looked up to the heavens as if to pray for patience. He sighed before ruffling the younger nation’s hair. “Alright, then.”
“Oh! I also want to be named after something special, Arthur!” A bright, innocent grin was blinding him. “So I can be special to you, too!”
Oh god. Child philosophies.
“Something special, hm?” England’s mind was blank. Well, for the most part. There was a name that kept poking the back of his mind repeatedly, but god-forbid he used that name. Especially if that person can easily find out with one blab of Alfred’s mouth.
“Have you thought of something?”
“…Let me think on it for a little while, hm, Alfred?”
“Okay!”
He needed some tea. And maybe a shot or two of any alcoholic beverages, except for wine. Wine would just make him think of that person.
-
So maybe he drank a little too much than intended this time. Arthur was only half-sober when he stumbled back into the house, but he still made quite an entrance. Good thing that Alfred was still awake because -
Wait.
“A’fred?” He scowled at his own slur, but continued on talking anyways. “Wha’ you doin’ s’ill up?”
“I was waiting for you.” Alfred jumped off from the sofa and rushed to his side. “Have you thought of anything yet?” The smile was expecting and bright blue eyes were hopeful - England just couldn’t say no to them...
To hell with it. If it came back to bite him in the arse, he’ll just blame it on being drunk. “Francis. Alfred Francis Jones.”
The next morning, after a round or two of tea, he remembered.
“Oh god.” He stared at nothing in shock, the grip on his teacup slowly loosening. “Oh motherfucking holy Queen.”
Arthur jumped off his seat and started running across the room, calling out, “Alfred! Alfred, we need to talk!!”
-
“Why do I have to keep it as an initial again?”
There were no sweet words this time, Alfred knew. After all, the last time they had talked about this, he was barely tall enough to reach the kitchen sink. (England was very sensitive about the topic, really.) He was an able adult (teen) now.
“Because, I swear to the Queen that if you ever utter a word about your real middle name to anyone, I’ll make sure to kill you, bring you back to life, then kill you again for ‘sheer stupidity and deliberate disobedience of orders.’ That, and I’ll show you exactly why I was called the motherfucking British Empire and the fiercest captain of all the seven seas.”
“…Alright. Just checking.”
Honestly, when Alfred was asking to be named after something special, he didn’t mean someone who Arthur desperately wanted to fu - sleep with. Or utterly smitten with, despite Arthur being subtle about it.
Because quite honestly, naming your son-slash-brother after your ‘special’ someone is just kind of… weird.
Alfred hoped it was the teenage hormones making him think strange images like this.
(Or that he wasn’t named after France, because the guy’s perverseness may just be screwing up his brain.)
Re: What's In a Name [3/?]
anonymous
June 2 2009, 10:51:21 UTC
For some reason, I felt like singing Alfred's sentence "Hey, hey, Arthur~" in the tone of Marukaite Chikyuu. Did you perhaps had that in mind when you wrote this part? :D Otherwise, this is excellente and completely irrelevant, I have to eat dinner. Kthxbai.
“Hey, hey, Arthur~”
Arthur looked down at his young colony, who was currently beaming and bouncing up and down by his feet. “What is it, Alfred?”
The boy practically crawled into his lap at the first sign of Arthur’s attention. Looking at the blonde with bright, blue eyes, England sighed and set his book down. Something told me this will take a few moments.
“I met someone today, he said his name was Antonio Fernandez Carrie-something!”
Spain. Arthur flatly thought. America met Spain. Patiently, he gave Alfred a smile. “And?”
“And he has three names!” Alfred’s eyes were sparkling. That was not a good sign. “Can I have three names?”
“You already have three names. Your official name America, your human name is Alfred, then your surname is Jones. Also, it is more appropriate to use ‘may’ than ‘can.’”
“May I have four names then?” The boy was looking at him like a little puppy. “Please, Arthur~?”
England rolled his eyes, though he didn’t actually find it much trouble. “Fine. A middle name for you, then.”
“I want it to start with an F!” America cheered.
“Why?”
“Because it’s cool!”
Arthur blinked, and looked up to the heavens as if to pray for patience. He sighed before ruffling the younger nation’s hair. “Alright, then.”
“Oh! I also want to be named after something special, Arthur!” A bright, innocent grin was blinding him. “So I can be special to you, too!”
Oh god. Child philosophies.
“Something special, hm?” England’s mind was blank. Well, for the most part. There was a name that kept poking the back of his mind repeatedly, but god-forbid he used that name. Especially if that person can easily find out with one blab of Alfred’s mouth.
“Have you thought of something?”
“…Let me think on it for a little while, hm, Alfred?”
“Okay!”
He needed some tea. And maybe a shot or two of any alcoholic beverages, except for wine. Wine would just make him think of that person.
-
So maybe he drank a little too much than intended this time. Arthur was only half-sober when he stumbled back into the house, but he still made quite an entrance. Good thing that Alfred was still awake because -
Wait.
“A’fred?” He scowled at his own slur, but continued on talking anyways. “Wha’ you doin’ s’ill up?”
“I was waiting for you.” Alfred jumped off from the sofa and rushed to his side. “Have you thought of anything yet?” The smile was expecting and bright blue eyes were hopeful - England just couldn’t say no to them...
To hell with it. If it came back to bite him in the arse, he’ll just blame it on being drunk. “Francis. Alfred Francis Jones.”
The next morning, after a round or two of tea, he remembered.
“Oh god.” He stared at nothing in shock, the grip on his teacup slowly loosening. “Oh motherfucking holy Queen.”
Arthur jumped off his seat and started running across the room, calling out, “Alfred! Alfred, we need to talk!!”
-
“Why do I have to keep it as an initial again?”
There were no sweet words this time, Alfred knew. After all, the last time they had talked about this, he was barely tall enough to reach the kitchen sink. (England was very sensitive about the topic, really.) He was an able adult (teen) now.
“Because, I swear to the Queen that if you ever utter a word about your real middle name to anyone, I’ll make sure to kill you, bring you back to life, then kill you again for ‘sheer stupidity and deliberate disobedience of orders.’ That, and I’ll show you exactly why I was called the motherfucking British Empire and the fiercest captain of all the seven seas.”
“…Alright. Just checking.”
Honestly, when Alfred was asking to be named after something special, he didn’t mean someone who Arthur desperately wanted to fu - sleep with. Or utterly smitten with, despite Arthur being subtle about it.
Because quite honestly, naming your son-slash-brother after your ‘special’ someone is just kind of… weird.
Alfred hoped it was the teenage hormones making him think strange images like this.
(Or that he wasn’t named after France, because the guy’s perverseness may just be screwing up his brain.)
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... Am I spotting a possible threesome here? 8D OHOHO. This continues to be damn awesome. *STALKS*
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Chibi!Alfred: Iggy's blacked out at the moment. Can I take a message.
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