[Fan Fic] Falling Up [2/6] Chapter 1
Title: Falling Up
Author: mizu_from_kumo, Me
Recipient: lisacreature
Genre: drama, angst, and romance of course
Pairings: USxUK and others appear later just a little. Some ending FrUK in this chapter
Rating/Warnings: T, for the darkness that plagues my writing and cursing, oh and mpreg! AUness as well
Summary: Leaving Francis was the best thing he ever did, even if it had no common sense. He was not going to raise his daughter there, but were the streets much better? The world is always against him.
Notes: I figured I had time to update, so there for a should in order to beat the usual procrastination from eating my soul. I'm glad a lot of people are looking forward to the story to come. So here is another chapter.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Kirkland, but we’re all full,” the woman at the desk said, everything about her pouring over with sadness. It was rather nice to know she wasn’t fond of turning him away, especially with Emma watching everyone with her large green eyes. “I can call somewhere else to see if they have spots.”
“No, it’s fine.” Arthur said politely, “I would hate to impose more than I already have.”
Actually He had tired everywhere else for the most part, and all the centers were filling up by dinner these days. It’s growing cold and people on the streets aren’t stupid. Still Arthur would rather ask around with no line, than wait in a long one and not make it in. He smiles at the woman at the desk and collects his two bags. With a nod, he’s out the door.
It’s been two weeks sense he broke it off with Francis and left everything warm and sheltering behind. If he had the money he would fly home to England and convince his mother to let him stay until he was back on his feet. Francis canceled he cell plan, so he can’t call her either, that’s probably got the poor old woman worried.
For the most part, Arthur is happy Francis had the heart to give him a few warm jackets and set of clothes and shoes, for both him and Emma. Their both warm, there is just no where warm for Arthur to sleep. Sure he can scavenger some places out, it doesn’t mean he always sleeps when he is there. Lately it seemed like someone was following them, it wasn’t all night long, but still long enough to make Arthur more than edgy.
Emma rested her head on Arthur’s shoulder. She let out a tired sigh. A smile escaped Arthur for a bit, even though Emma brought so much horror and pain in his life, she brought the rare gift of making Arthur smile naturally. “Don’t worry, Poppet, I’ll find somewhere.” He muttered kissing her forehead motherly.
They stroll into a park, Arthur quickly finding a bench and placing his bags on the floor. He eased himself into the bench. He sat Emma on his lap, hoping a break to entertain Emma would make the weeks of rejection not so heartbreaking for him. It’s easy for Arthur to lose himself in entertaining Emma, it’s just slightly harder when their both rather cold and tired of the day. It’s harder to keep the small girl from attempting to cry. His tickling seemed to be losing its touch.
“You still lost?” A voice asked, causing Arthur to freeze and look over. There, only two feet from him, was a sunny blonde young man. His sky blue eyes shinning behind square glasses, but his face tangled in confusion and an odd sort of joy. Arthur’s seen him before, and the more he thought about it, they’ve talked too. There was no way he would ever forget that hideous bombers jacket and annoying American accent.
“No, leaving.” Arthur said with a smile, happy he sounded so much like a foreigner, maybe this young man will leave him be.
“Really?” The American asked, pulling a hand out of his pocket to adjust his glasses. “Was an awful short trip and a lot of baggage too for two people. Okay, one and a quarter.”
“What?!”
“She ain’t a half of a person yet, you got to walk and talk for that.” The man said smiling like some sort of know it all. Arthur raised a thick eyebrow. “Oh its for splitting cost and stuff…oh never mind, you probably don’t have a thanksgiving dinner anyway.”
“There is nothing wrong with over packing!” Arthur defended sharply, showing his annoyance towards the other.
“I’m just saying, I don’t think you lost, or leaving.” The sunny blonde said with or sort of look that told Arthur he could see through the screen of lies. “But, what do I know.
Hey, how about I get a taxi for you, take you to the airport.”
“That’s very…gentlemanly, but I’m fine.” Arthur stressed.
“You look tired, maybe I should,” did nothing go through his ears or seemingly knowing eyes?
“Oh, I’ll help you with the bags.” Suddenly Arthur is ripped up from his seat and stumbling about with Emma tightly in his arms as the man dragged him to the curb.
Amazingly, the taller called over a taxi in no time and had Arthur hurried in. The man asked the driver to help him with the luggage; Arthur was going to have no choice but to go along. He was rather sure the man would not let him depart without something of a hassle. Emma perked up a bit at the sudden new environment.
The man and driver returned to the car after a few minutes. Emma took an interest in the man who was helping her mother, her eyes looking over him with curiosity. Arthur’s eyes mimicked her’s if one was to ignore the hostility he had in them.
“Names Alfred, by the way. Alfred F. Jones.” The man, Alfred apparently, said holding out his hand neither of the Kirklands made any movements. “Come on it’s considered rude if you leave me hanging like this.”
Arthur snorted, he would rather not, but the American is making something of a point. “Arthur and Emma.” Arthur informed, just glaring at Alfred’s hand and switching his eyes to his face for hardly any time at all.
“No last name?”
“No need to give you one.”
“But I gave you mine~.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to give you one, git!”
Arthur was so busy arguing he didn’t realize they were going the opposite direction of the airport. Even then the cab drive barked at the two to stop bickering, and he dosed off in the silence.
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The rain prickles at his window of his dorm room. It’s a nice sound and his Danish flat mate isn’t being annoying. If anything he fell asleep writing a paper or something. Arthur wouldn’t be surprise if he found the Danish blonde passed out at his desk. After all he parties and catches sleep when he can. Arthur doesn’t approve, but the man’s living his like he wanted, rainy school in England or not.
Arthur peeked down at the phone in his lap, he had just got off the phone with his mother. He’s relieved, he told her he preferred men than women, but the woman didn’t seem to mind much. She had always had a soft spot for Arthur. Her sweet words about how she doesn’t really mind not having grandchildren from him.
“Arthur, I can’t deal with five sets of grandchildren. I can deal with how you feel.”
Arthur smiled as the words echoed in his head. Sure his flat mate told him to tell everyone and “fuck them” if they disapproved. Of course, Arthur wasn’t in the mind set like his Danish companion, so having his mother’s support and love, Arthur couldn’t be happier. He turned back to the window as the rain started to fall harder.
The window suddenly shattered, soaking Arthur to the bone and causing him to hit a wall. He sank to the floor which was being changed into the dark alley that will forever haunt him. His green eyes widen, pain tearing through his whole body. No sound leaves his lips, but there are the cries of a newborn.
Emma is suddenly in front of him all curled. He can’t reach her through, she’s so close, probably wet and cold, but he can’t. It’s so frustrating because he released someone is holding him back, back with more hands then they should. Arthur sobbed, just wanting everything to end.
A hand of brightness wrapped around his eyes, a “shush” brushing past his ear. The fingers part so Arthur see’s Emma wrapped in some sort of warm like as well. Calmness washed over him.
“Thank you,” Arthur mouthed, letting the light embrace him and take him else where.
“You’re welcome.”
---- ---- ----
Green eyes snapped open, finding himself staring at a ceiling he didn’t remember having. The Englishman then felt the tangled sheets. He panicked then. Arthur shoved himself out of the sheets and covers, warmth he wasn’t truly ready to depart with just yet. At least he’s in his clothes, the same pants from the day before and the simple undershirt.
He’s not any where he knew, and that freaked him out more than what was healthy. It wasn’t Francis’s house; the Frenchman would never drag him to his house again. If he was picked up the street, who did it? Why would they do it without causing him to stir? What about his things and…Emma!
It never takes long for Arthur to freak out over anything involving Emma. The girl is the light that surface from disaster, he needs her in a way. He tore open the door of the room, clambering into the hallway. His ears catch something coming from the exist of the hallway. It’s a laugh, a joyous happy laugh, and then there was Emma’s attempt at laughing.
Emerging form the hallway, Arthur found Emma sitting on floor with some man lying on his stomach moving blocks about. He smiled when he got them a certain way and Emma reached for one. The blocks toppled over, and the man gasped over dramatically, causing Emma to laugh again. She sat in wait for what the man would do this time.
Arthur remembered what had happened the night before as he watched interaction. The man, Alfred, had forced him into a taxi and was taking him to the airport. Guess they never made it that far. Arthur’s still a bit shocked. Why him? Why not someone else who looked like they needed a place more than him?
“Oh, look at that, you’re Daddy’s awake,” Alfred said gasping with a sort of childish glee.
Arthur froze. Daddy? The word offended him a bit in a way, but that’s how most of the world took it as. However Arthur didn’t father Emma, he mothered her, there was a clear difference.
“I was wondering when you would wake up?” Alfred said hopping up to his feet before reaching for Emma. The small girl didn’t complain. Alfred whistled as he walked over. “Damn, those fifteen hours did you some justice.”
Fifteen hours?! Arthur stared at the man in disbelief. There was no way…
“Don’t he look nice,” the younger drew out in a Southern drawl that fit him well.
Arthur seized Emma from Alfred’s arms cradling her in his own. Alfred smiled a bit, rocking back and forward on his heels. “Thank you for the hospitality.” Arthur said politely, “We should get going.”
“What, you’re leaving?” Alfred asked looking rather hurt. “Aw, come on stay a bit longer.”
“No, it would be best if we left now.”
“Let me make some lunch before you two go…well Lunner.” Alfred laughed beautifully.
“That’s very nice but-”
“You can take a nice warm shower and Emma can watch Dora the Explorer and I can make soup or something warm.”
“Please it would be be-”
“It ain’t going to hurt you is it?”
“Why don’t you get that I want to leave?”
“Why don’t you get that I want you to stay will you can return to your own place?”
Arthur stopped at those words at looked at Alfred. His face was all smiley, everything about it from his hair to the dimples on his face was smiling. Yet his eyes were serious. He really did want Arthur to stay. It scared Arthur a bit. Arthur’s eyes widened and tears formed on the border line of his eyes.
He buried his face in Emma’s being and cried. Someone was going to help, even though he didn’t ask. He didn’t beg or seek Alfred. For all he knew, Alfred had sniffed Arthur out.
AN: Okay so yeah, that the end of that chapter. I had some fun messing around with this because I wanted the angst to be rather huge in this chapter. Don't worry it's get happy in the end. But I guess I kinda wanted the fact that nothing ever goes right for Arthur no matter how hard he tries to come a cross. So of course it just makes Alfred seem ten times more amazing when he come to help Arthur. I think Alfred is just some big college teddy bear that has a wonderfully huge heart.
I don't think I ever the cover the ages, so in my head, Arthur is like 25 or so and Alfred is like 21, almost 22. I like the canon four years of age between the two, it's not to big, it's adorable, because there can be some age questions, but at the same time not so much. Oh and Emma is like eight to nine months, and ten months closer to the end of the story.
Any way, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed.
Author: mizu_from_kumo, Me
Recipient: lisacreature
Genre: drama, angst, and romance of course
Pairings: USxUK and others appear later just a little. Some ending FrUK in this chapter
Rating/Warnings: T, for the darkness that plagues my writing and cursing, oh and mpreg! AUness as well
Summary: Leaving Francis was the best thing he ever did, even if it had no common sense. He was not going to raise his daughter there, but were the streets much better? The world is always against him.
Notes: I figured I had time to update, so there for a should in order to beat the usual procrastination from eating my soul. I'm glad a lot of people are looking forward to the story to come. So here is another chapter.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Kirkland, but we’re all full,” the woman at the desk said, everything about her pouring over with sadness. It was rather nice to know she wasn’t fond of turning him away, especially with Emma watching everyone with her large green eyes. “I can call somewhere else to see if they have spots.”
“No, it’s fine.” Arthur said politely, “I would hate to impose more than I already have.”
Actually He had tired everywhere else for the most part, and all the centers were filling up by dinner these days. It’s growing cold and people on the streets aren’t stupid. Still Arthur would rather ask around with no line, than wait in a long one and not make it in. He smiles at the woman at the desk and collects his two bags. With a nod, he’s out the door.
It’s been two weeks sense he broke it off with Francis and left everything warm and sheltering behind. If he had the money he would fly home to England and convince his mother to let him stay until he was back on his feet. Francis canceled he cell plan, so he can’t call her either, that’s probably got the poor old woman worried.
For the most part, Arthur is happy Francis had the heart to give him a few warm jackets and set of clothes and shoes, for both him and Emma. Their both warm, there is just no where warm for Arthur to sleep. Sure he can scavenger some places out, it doesn’t mean he always sleeps when he is there. Lately it seemed like someone was following them, it wasn’t all night long, but still long enough to make Arthur more than edgy.
Emma rested her head on Arthur’s shoulder. She let out a tired sigh. A smile escaped Arthur for a bit, even though Emma brought so much horror and pain in his life, she brought the rare gift of making Arthur smile naturally. “Don’t worry, Poppet, I’ll find somewhere.” He muttered kissing her forehead motherly.
They stroll into a park, Arthur quickly finding a bench and placing his bags on the floor. He eased himself into the bench. He sat Emma on his lap, hoping a break to entertain Emma would make the weeks of rejection not so heartbreaking for him. It’s easy for Arthur to lose himself in entertaining Emma, it’s just slightly harder when their both rather cold and tired of the day. It’s harder to keep the small girl from attempting to cry. His tickling seemed to be losing its touch.
“You still lost?” A voice asked, causing Arthur to freeze and look over. There, only two feet from him, was a sunny blonde young man. His sky blue eyes shinning behind square glasses, but his face tangled in confusion and an odd sort of joy. Arthur’s seen him before, and the more he thought about it, they’ve talked too. There was no way he would ever forget that hideous bombers jacket and annoying American accent.
“No, leaving.” Arthur said with a smile, happy he sounded so much like a foreigner, maybe this young man will leave him be.
“Really?” The American asked, pulling a hand out of his pocket to adjust his glasses. “Was an awful short trip and a lot of baggage too for two people. Okay, one and a quarter.”
“What?!”
“She ain’t a half of a person yet, you got to walk and talk for that.” The man said smiling like some sort of know it all. Arthur raised a thick eyebrow. “Oh its for splitting cost and stuff…oh never mind, you probably don’t have a thanksgiving dinner anyway.”
“There is nothing wrong with over packing!” Arthur defended sharply, showing his annoyance towards the other.
“I’m just saying, I don’t think you lost, or leaving.” The sunny blonde said with or sort of look that told Arthur he could see through the screen of lies. “But, what do I know.
Hey, how about I get a taxi for you, take you to the airport.”
“That’s very…gentlemanly, but I’m fine.” Arthur stressed.
“You look tired, maybe I should,” did nothing go through his ears or seemingly knowing eyes?
“Oh, I’ll help you with the bags.” Suddenly Arthur is ripped up from his seat and stumbling about with Emma tightly in his arms as the man dragged him to the curb.
Amazingly, the taller called over a taxi in no time and had Arthur hurried in. The man asked the driver to help him with the luggage; Arthur was going to have no choice but to go along. He was rather sure the man would not let him depart without something of a hassle. Emma perked up a bit at the sudden new environment.
The man and driver returned to the car after a few minutes. Emma took an interest in the man who was helping her mother, her eyes looking over him with curiosity. Arthur’s eyes mimicked her’s if one was to ignore the hostility he had in them.
“Names Alfred, by the way. Alfred F. Jones.” The man, Alfred apparently, said holding out his hand neither of the Kirklands made any movements. “Come on it’s considered rude if you leave me hanging like this.”
Arthur snorted, he would rather not, but the American is making something of a point. “Arthur and Emma.” Arthur informed, just glaring at Alfred’s hand and switching his eyes to his face for hardly any time at all.
“No last name?”
“No need to give you one.”
“But I gave you mine~.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to give you one, git!”
Arthur was so busy arguing he didn’t realize they were going the opposite direction of the airport. Even then the cab drive barked at the two to stop bickering, and he dosed off in the silence.
---- ---- ----
The rain prickles at his window of his dorm room. It’s a nice sound and his Danish flat mate isn’t being annoying. If anything he fell asleep writing a paper or something. Arthur wouldn’t be surprise if he found the Danish blonde passed out at his desk. After all he parties and catches sleep when he can. Arthur doesn’t approve, but the man’s living his like he wanted, rainy school in England or not.
Arthur peeked down at the phone in his lap, he had just got off the phone with his mother. He’s relieved, he told her he preferred men than women, but the woman didn’t seem to mind much. She had always had a soft spot for Arthur. Her sweet words about how she doesn’t really mind not having grandchildren from him.
“Arthur, I can’t deal with five sets of grandchildren. I can deal with how you feel.”
Arthur smiled as the words echoed in his head. Sure his flat mate told him to tell everyone and “fuck them” if they disapproved. Of course, Arthur wasn’t in the mind set like his Danish companion, so having his mother’s support and love, Arthur couldn’t be happier. He turned back to the window as the rain started to fall harder.
The window suddenly shattered, soaking Arthur to the bone and causing him to hit a wall. He sank to the floor which was being changed into the dark alley that will forever haunt him. His green eyes widen, pain tearing through his whole body. No sound leaves his lips, but there are the cries of a newborn.
Emma is suddenly in front of him all curled. He can’t reach her through, she’s so close, probably wet and cold, but he can’t. It’s so frustrating because he released someone is holding him back, back with more hands then they should. Arthur sobbed, just wanting everything to end.
A hand of brightness wrapped around his eyes, a “shush” brushing past his ear. The fingers part so Arthur see’s Emma wrapped in some sort of warm like as well. Calmness washed over him.
“Thank you,” Arthur mouthed, letting the light embrace him and take him else where.
“You’re welcome.”
---- ---- ----
Green eyes snapped open, finding himself staring at a ceiling he didn’t remember having. The Englishman then felt the tangled sheets. He panicked then. Arthur shoved himself out of the sheets and covers, warmth he wasn’t truly ready to depart with just yet. At least he’s in his clothes, the same pants from the day before and the simple undershirt.
He’s not any where he knew, and that freaked him out more than what was healthy. It wasn’t Francis’s house; the Frenchman would never drag him to his house again. If he was picked up the street, who did it? Why would they do it without causing him to stir? What about his things and…Emma!
It never takes long for Arthur to freak out over anything involving Emma. The girl is the light that surface from disaster, he needs her in a way. He tore open the door of the room, clambering into the hallway. His ears catch something coming from the exist of the hallway. It’s a laugh, a joyous happy laugh, and then there was Emma’s attempt at laughing.
Emerging form the hallway, Arthur found Emma sitting on floor with some man lying on his stomach moving blocks about. He smiled when he got them a certain way and Emma reached for one. The blocks toppled over, and the man gasped over dramatically, causing Emma to laugh again. She sat in wait for what the man would do this time.
Arthur remembered what had happened the night before as he watched interaction. The man, Alfred, had forced him into a taxi and was taking him to the airport. Guess they never made it that far. Arthur’s still a bit shocked. Why him? Why not someone else who looked like they needed a place more than him?
“Oh, look at that, you’re Daddy’s awake,” Alfred said gasping with a sort of childish glee.
Arthur froze. Daddy? The word offended him a bit in a way, but that’s how most of the world took it as. However Arthur didn’t father Emma, he mothered her, there was a clear difference.
“I was wondering when you would wake up?” Alfred said hopping up to his feet before reaching for Emma. The small girl didn’t complain. Alfred whistled as he walked over. “Damn, those fifteen hours did you some justice.”
Fifteen hours?! Arthur stared at the man in disbelief. There was no way…
“Don’t he look nice,” the younger drew out in a Southern drawl that fit him well.
Arthur seized Emma from Alfred’s arms cradling her in his own. Alfred smiled a bit, rocking back and forward on his heels. “Thank you for the hospitality.” Arthur said politely, “We should get going.”
“What, you’re leaving?” Alfred asked looking rather hurt. “Aw, come on stay a bit longer.”
“No, it would be best if we left now.”
“Let me make some lunch before you two go…well Lunner.” Alfred laughed beautifully.
“That’s very nice but-”
“You can take a nice warm shower and Emma can watch Dora the Explorer and I can make soup or something warm.”
“Please it would be be-”
“It ain’t going to hurt you is it?”
“Why don’t you get that I want to leave?”
“Why don’t you get that I want you to stay will you can return to your own place?”
Arthur stopped at those words at looked at Alfred. His face was all smiley, everything about it from his hair to the dimples on his face was smiling. Yet his eyes were serious. He really did want Arthur to stay. It scared Arthur a bit. Arthur’s eyes widened and tears formed on the border line of his eyes.
He buried his face in Emma’s being and cried. Someone was going to help, even though he didn’t ask. He didn’t beg or seek Alfred. For all he knew, Alfred had sniffed Arthur out.
AN: Okay so yeah, that the end of that chapter. I had some fun messing around with this because I wanted the angst to be rather huge in this chapter. Don't worry it's get happy in the end. But I guess I kinda wanted the fact that nothing ever goes right for Arthur no matter how hard he tries to come a cross. So of course it just makes Alfred seem ten times more amazing when he come to help Arthur. I think Alfred is just some big college teddy bear that has a wonderfully huge heart.
I don't think I ever the cover the ages, so in my head, Arthur is like 25 or so and Alfred is like 21, almost 22. I like the canon four years of age between the two, it's not to big, it's adorable, because there can be some age questions, but at the same time not so much. Oh and Emma is like eight to nine months, and ten months closer to the end of the story.
Any way, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed.