[Fanfic] Drawn Together [2/3]
Title: Drawn Together [2/3]
Author: couryielle
Characters: America, England, Greece cameo
Summary: usxuk 2010 Secret Santa Gift for malayu . Request: Alfred and Arthur. Stuck together in the student council room after hours. Whatever happens is up to you.
Warnings: Unbeta'd. OOC-ness. Crappy writing is crappy. The title was just for the sake of having a title. Mild swearing.
Words: 1,014
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“Don’t panic!” Alfred’s face lit up, traces of his own momentary panic a while ago disappearing as he fished a cellphone from his pocket. Arthur’s face brightened up as well. Maybe there was still a way out of this situation! (Though, why did he feel a little sad about that?)
“Now I’ll just have to call 911 and--”
“Bloody moron!” Arthur yelled, yanking the phone from Alfred’s hand and cancelling the call before it could connect.
“Whaaaaaaaat? This is an emergency!”
“Are you really out of your wits? It doesn’t deserve that much assistance, you dolt!” Arthur berated as he proceeded to type a different number. “We’d have a better, less embarrassing chance of getting out of here if we contact the librarian.”
He pressed the phone to his ear and waited. (And no, he definitely did not blush when Alfred pressed his ear on the other side of the phone, his face so close Arthur could feel the American’s bangs brush against his cheek and warm breath down his neck.)
Beep! Sorry, your account has zero balance...
“OH SOD IT!” Arthur spluttered, slamming the cellphone down on the table like it was a regular telephone. “What’s the point of having a bloody cellphone if it doesn’t have any fucking load?!” Fortunately, or rather, unfortunately, Alfred was able to rescue his poor phone before it met it’s wooden doom, which resulted in Arthur’s hand taking on the impact instead. The pain that shot up his arm exited his mouth in a short scream of pain.
“Geezus, Arthur, what have you done to yourself this time?” Alfred blurted as he tried to take Arthur’s hand for inspection.
“I-It’s nothing,” Arthur spluttered, even though his hand still smarted uncomfortably. Damn it, why did he have to get so carried away everytime he’s with that American?
Before Alfred could speak again, Arthur pulled his hand away. “Come on, I left my cellphone in the SC room” Arthur urged, desperately ignoring the panic that was starting to grip him anew. The two walked briskly to the said room, and Alfred watched with hope as Arthur fished the device from his backpack.
“Oh bloody bollocks” Arthur swore, repeatedly pressing the power button of his cellphone like mad. The cellphone, oblivious to the desperation of the situation, remained dead as a doornail.
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The two boys Indian-sat on the floor with defeat.
“Guess we’re stuck here for some time, huh?” Alfred sighed with a faraway voice, like he wasn’t really thinking of what he was saying.
Suddenly they heard a click coming from the direction of the library door. At first, they thought it was just their imagination, but when they heard it a second time, Alfred and Arthur quickly got up on their feet and sprinted (actually, they looked more like they were stumbling than running) towards the door. They fairly crashed their bodies against the metal-enforced wood. It was still locked.
“Look! It’s Mr. Karpusi!” Alfred exclaimed, seeing their Health teacher’s head through the library window. The Greek teacher was already about to exit the gate. The two boys rushed to the window and started yelling and banging on the panes - anything to get their teacher’s attention. Suddenly, Mr. Karpusi turned back... to switch the school’s main fuse off (It’s the responsibility of the last teacher to leave the school, Arthur thought with much chagrin). A split-second later, all the lights in the library died, and Mr. Karpusi left for good. Alfred and Arthur could do nothing else but stare, crestfallen. Damn it, why did the school have to have such thick windows?
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“You sure you don’t want help with that?” Alfred breaks the silence, and Arthur realizes that he has been holding his pen poised over a piece of paper for goodness knows how long. Even if he said he had to get some work done, he realized he had only been staring blankly into space, unmoving.
Oh, who was he kidding? He can’t even write anything, what with his writing hand feeling like a million pins had been driven into it. Plus, it was getting increasingly darker, and he was only using the light from Alfred’s cellphone to see. Sighing, he put down his pen and leaned back on his swivel chair, skidding a few inches back before stopping.
“Hey, Artie,” Alfred broke the silence once more (was that a nervous shiver Arthur detected in his voice?), and Arthur felt the American’s coat brush against his arm. (The cellphone’s backlight had been gone for sometime now, and it seems none of them wanted to end the darkness yet.)
“Hey, Artie, I’m hungry...” Alfred whined, poking the older boy incessantly.
“Why don’t you check if the library door’s open already? There’s a vending machine in the cafeteria,” Arthur deadpanned. For the past few minutes (hours? It could already be 6 or 7 pm by then, he forgot to check), they’ve been taking turns to check if the library door would open magically, knowing that it wouldn’t. Perhaps it was just to keep their boredom at bay, or their sanity intact.
“B-but it’s so dark already. Somebody could ambush me or something... aaah, just come with me pleeeeeease?” Alfred pleaded, already pulling the grumbling Englishman to his feet anyway.
The moment they stepped out of the SC room, the biting cold and the deafening roar permeating the library assaulted their senses for a second. Through the window, illuminated by the moonlight that filters through the thick blizzard, they could see the giant blobs of snow pelting the frost-coated window. They both gave an involuntary shiver.
“W-Woah, since when did the room get so c-cold?” Alfred muttered, as they felt their way to the door.
“I-it has to b-be because the heater is d-dead” Arthur rationalized, concerned that the hand he was holding to, despite the unusual warmth it gave off, was shaking.
Of course, the library was still locked, so they went back to SC room, colder than ever before. (And isn’t it weird that they never let go of each other’s hand? Must be for the warmth.)
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Hnngg, why am I failing all over the place this Christmas ;A; Not sure if I can finish this before 25. I'm so sorry, malayu ;A;
Also, why do I enjoy torturing these two? OwO Promise, I didn't mean to break Arthur's hand ♥
|| Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 ||
Author: couryielle
Characters: America, England, Greece cameo
Summary: usxuk 2010 Secret Santa Gift for malayu . Request: Alfred and Arthur. Stuck together in the student council room after hours. Whatever happens is up to you.
Warnings: Unbeta'd. OOC-ness. Crappy writing is crappy. The title was just for the sake of having a title. Mild swearing.
Words: 1,014
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“Don’t panic!” Alfred’s face lit up, traces of his own momentary panic a while ago disappearing as he fished a cellphone from his pocket. Arthur’s face brightened up as well. Maybe there was still a way out of this situation! (Though, why did he feel a little sad about that?)
“Now I’ll just have to call 911 and--”
“Bloody moron!” Arthur yelled, yanking the phone from Alfred’s hand and cancelling the call before it could connect.
“Whaaaaaaaat? This is an emergency!”
“Are you really out of your wits? It doesn’t deserve that much assistance, you dolt!” Arthur berated as he proceeded to type a different number. “We’d have a better, less embarrassing chance of getting out of here if we contact the librarian.”
He pressed the phone to his ear and waited. (And no, he definitely did not blush when Alfred pressed his ear on the other side of the phone, his face so close Arthur could feel the American’s bangs brush against his cheek and warm breath down his neck.)
Beep! Sorry, your account has zero balance...
“OH SOD IT!” Arthur spluttered, slamming the cellphone down on the table like it was a regular telephone. “What’s the point of having a bloody cellphone if it doesn’t have any fucking load?!” Fortunately, or rather, unfortunately, Alfred was able to rescue his poor phone before it met it’s wooden doom, which resulted in Arthur’s hand taking on the impact instead. The pain that shot up his arm exited his mouth in a short scream of pain.
“Geezus, Arthur, what have you done to yourself this time?” Alfred blurted as he tried to take Arthur’s hand for inspection.
“I-It’s nothing,” Arthur spluttered, even though his hand still smarted uncomfortably. Damn it, why did he have to get so carried away everytime he’s with that American?
Before Alfred could speak again, Arthur pulled his hand away. “Come on, I left my cellphone in the SC room” Arthur urged, desperately ignoring the panic that was starting to grip him anew. The two walked briskly to the said room, and Alfred watched with hope as Arthur fished the device from his backpack.
“Oh bloody bollocks” Arthur swore, repeatedly pressing the power button of his cellphone like mad. The cellphone, oblivious to the desperation of the situation, remained dead as a doornail.
-----
The two boys Indian-sat on the floor with defeat.
“Guess we’re stuck here for some time, huh?” Alfred sighed with a faraway voice, like he wasn’t really thinking of what he was saying.
Suddenly they heard a click coming from the direction of the library door. At first, they thought it was just their imagination, but when they heard it a second time, Alfred and Arthur quickly got up on their feet and sprinted (actually, they looked more like they were stumbling than running) towards the door. They fairly crashed their bodies against the metal-enforced wood. It was still locked.
“Look! It’s Mr. Karpusi!” Alfred exclaimed, seeing their Health teacher’s head through the library window. The Greek teacher was already about to exit the gate. The two boys rushed to the window and started yelling and banging on the panes - anything to get their teacher’s attention. Suddenly, Mr. Karpusi turned back... to switch the school’s main fuse off (It’s the responsibility of the last teacher to leave the school, Arthur thought with much chagrin). A split-second later, all the lights in the library died, and Mr. Karpusi left for good. Alfred and Arthur could do nothing else but stare, crestfallen. Damn it, why did the school have to have such thick windows?
-----
“You sure you don’t want help with that?” Alfred breaks the silence, and Arthur realizes that he has been holding his pen poised over a piece of paper for goodness knows how long. Even if he said he had to get some work done, he realized he had only been staring blankly into space, unmoving.
Oh, who was he kidding? He can’t even write anything, what with his writing hand feeling like a million pins had been driven into it. Plus, it was getting increasingly darker, and he was only using the light from Alfred’s cellphone to see. Sighing, he put down his pen and leaned back on his swivel chair, skidding a few inches back before stopping.
“Hey, Artie,” Alfred broke the silence once more (was that a nervous shiver Arthur detected in his voice?), and Arthur felt the American’s coat brush against his arm. (The cellphone’s backlight had been gone for sometime now, and it seems none of them wanted to end the darkness yet.)
“Hey, Artie, I’m hungry...” Alfred whined, poking the older boy incessantly.
“Why don’t you check if the library door’s open already? There’s a vending machine in the cafeteria,” Arthur deadpanned. For the past few minutes (hours? It could already be 6 or 7 pm by then, he forgot to check), they’ve been taking turns to check if the library door would open magically, knowing that it wouldn’t. Perhaps it was just to keep their boredom at bay, or their sanity intact.
“B-but it’s so dark already. Somebody could ambush me or something... aaah, just come with me pleeeeeease?” Alfred pleaded, already pulling the grumbling Englishman to his feet anyway.
The moment they stepped out of the SC room, the biting cold and the deafening roar permeating the library assaulted their senses for a second. Through the window, illuminated by the moonlight that filters through the thick blizzard, they could see the giant blobs of snow pelting the frost-coated window. They both gave an involuntary shiver.
“W-Woah, since when did the room get so c-cold?” Alfred muttered, as they felt their way to the door.
“I-it has to b-be because the heater is d-dead” Arthur rationalized, concerned that the hand he was holding to, despite the unusual warmth it gave off, was shaking.
Of course, the library was still locked, so they went back to SC room, colder than ever before. (And isn’t it weird that they never let go of each other’s hand? Must be for the warmth.)
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Hnngg, why am I failing all over the place this Christmas ;A; Not sure if I can finish this before 25. I'm so sorry, malayu ;A;
Also, why do I enjoy torturing these two? OwO Promise, I didn't mean to break Arthur's hand ♥
|| Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 ||