Blau Und Gold, Chapter Three
Title: Blau Und Gold, Chapter Three
Rating: PG (Eventually, NC-17)
Type: AU, yaoi
Characters: Alfons, Alphonse
Warnings: AU
Summary: What would happen if Alphonse was sent through The Gate to Munich, and not Edward?
A/N: Ooooh, and the rating gets bumped up! XD It's not going to be what any of you guys think, though. Well, except Vivi... don't know why you're even reading this, woman! XD Anyways... I'm having loads of fun with this! The Cute!Al just comes much too easily to me, and all of the funny little bits are just too damned fun to write!
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“Right... up there,” Alfons said as they neared his apartment, pointing up to one of the windows on the second floor. “And right here is my landlady's shop. Miss Gracia sells flowers here,” he explained, nodding towards the small flower shop beneath the apartment.
Al's eyes tore away from the window and widened slightly before he managed to school his expression back to something more neutral. Gracia? Hughes' wife? Al shuddered, sure that he'd find out soon enough whether or not she was another doppelgänger.
Alfons led the way upstairs and inside, locking the door behind them and setting down his bag beside the coat rack.
“It's... a bit messy, hope you don't mind,” he said as he shrugged out of his coat, hanging it up.
Taking a look around Al thought--at least from what he could see from where he was in the hallway--that the apartment didn't look messy at all. Things weren't organized in the conventional sense of the word, but he could see how someone could make sense of it and find the things they needed.
“It's not too bad,” Al said, opting not to say more on the matter. It might not go over well if he were to say what he were really thinking, that it almost looked like he, himself, had been the one to order things in the apartment and put them in their places.
He stood in the hallway for a few moments, unable to help just how awkward he felt. This was... his new home. For the time being, at least. And while he knew how odd it was of Alfons to just invite him in like that, he knew that there would have been no arguing against it.
“Alphonse?” Alfons said, suddenly poking his head around the corner and giving Al a slightly confused look.
Al startled, almost jumping. He hadn't even noticed Alfons wander off, he'd been so deep in his own thoughts.
“You can come in. I won't bite,” he teased with a lighthearted smile.
Alphonse gave a slight laugh, grateful that Alfons was at least trying to make him feel comfortable in this awkward situation. He followed Alfons into the living room, fiddling absently with his shirt sleeve as Alfons made his way around the room, picking up stray plates and cups. Without even being asked to, Al started to do the same, quickly ending up with a large collection of glasses and mugs in his hands.
“Oh... Th-Thanks,” Alfons said, surprised, looking at Al as he stood up, a small pile of dishes balanced in his arms. “You didn't have to...”
They took the dishes into the kitchen and placed them into the sink, Alfons filling it with water and soap to let them soak. He leaned back against the counter, then, and looked down at Al.
“First door on the left is my study--you can usually find me in there,” he said as he pointed at each room in turn. “Right next to that is the bathroom, and then the bedroom. You'll be sleeping in there.”
“All right,” Al said, nodding and smiling.
Wait... the bedroom?
“The bedroom?” Al said, repeating his thought out loud. “I'm your guest, I should be on the couch. And I'll fit better on the couch than you...” he added, eyes running along Alfons' lanky frame to emphasize his point. Sure, he, himself, wasn't exactly short. But he wasn't nearly as tall as Alfons was.
Alfons let out a quiet sigh before turning to the ice box and pulling out some food, starting to cook.
“I've slept on the couch plenty of times before,” Alfons said as he took down a pan from one of the hooks on the wall, setting it down on the stove. He flicked the burner on, then set about getting food into the frying pan. “Don't worry about it, Alphonse,” he said as he turned away from Al, focusing on the food in an attempt to avoid further bickering.
Al pursed his lips; he should have known Alfons would argue... He tried to think of what someone could say to him to make him change his mind, so he could use it on Alfons, only... he drew a blank. He really was too stubborn in situations like this. There was nothing for it, then, other than to pretend to agree with Alfons, then just steal the couch later when it came time to sleep.
“All right,” Alphonse finally said with a smile. “Thanks.”
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Alphonse paused, fork still between his lips, mouth absolutely stuffed with nearly half of a sausage. His gaze slowly raised up as he sensed Alfons staring at him. Which he indeed was, eyes slightly wide as he watched Al eat, looking both shocked and amused all at once.
“S-S'ry...” Al said around the food, words muffled as he tried to chew and swallow. He winced as the food went down his throat, instantly regretting taking such a large bite. But he hadn't eaten in days. Years if one was being technical about things... “Just... hungry. T-Tastes good,” he added with a sheepish smile.
“I can make more, if you like,” Alfons said, eyes still on Alphonse's quickly emptying plate.
“N-No, 's f'ne,” Al said, again with his mouth full of food. He blushed a little as Alfons chuckled and he forced himself to slow down, then. Not that he had much more left on his plate...
“Uh, just wondering, Alphonse...” Alfons started, waiting for Al to swallow before continuing. “Do you mind if I just call you 'Al'?”
“Oh, no--go ahead,” Al said, smiling right away as he spoke. He didn't blame Alfons at all for wanting to call him something different, since their names were practically the same. The poor boy was probably more than a little weirded out by it.
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“Mm, time for bed,” Alfons said, stifling a yawn as he looked over at the clock. As he stood up, the yawn finally broke through and he stretched out a little.
Alphonse looked up from the book he was reading--Alfons had actually managed to dig up a few (rocketry, of course!) books written in English, to keep Al occupied--and gave a small nod and a smile in reply. As soon as Alfons left the room, Al set the book down on the coffee table and laid back on the couch, shifting slightly as he got comfortable. The couch wasn't really so bad.
Alfons came back a few minutes later dressed in pajama pants and carrying a pillow and some sheets with him. He didn't give Al a second glance, just thinking he was tired and had laid down for a moment.
“You can go to the bedroom, now,” he said, waiting for Al to get up.
“No, Alfons. You'll barely fit on here!” Al said from his position on the couch. “It's not so bad for me, you can have the bed.”
Alfons frowned at Al, sighing as he scratched at the back of his head, clearly realizing that Al wasn't going to be swayed in his opinion.
“Fine, if you won't move on your own...” Alfons grumbled.
Reaching down, he put his arms around Alphonse's waist, easily lifting him. Which surprised Al enough to make him cry out; Alfons just didn't look that strong! He thrashed slightly as he was shifted and Alfons carried him bridal-style into the bedroom.
“Put me down!” Al demanded with a scowl.
“All right...” Alfons said, chuckling at Alphonse's scowl. With a slight shrug, he dropped Al onto the mattress, turning to leave. “Good night!” he said happily.
“Oh, no!” Al said, sitting up right away, determined to win out.
“Oh? And what are you--”
Alfons was cut off as Al climbed off the bed and hooked a leg around his calf, grasping his arm and throwing him down onto the bed. He let out a loud yelp, eyes squeezing shut as his head spun from the sudden shift in his equilibrium.
Both boys let out a frustrated growl at the other, Alfons' slightly angrier as he was the one who found himself on the bed. Alfons grasped at Al's shirt, trying to pull him down onto the bed instead. At the same time, Al reached down to pin Alfons. Alfons' yank on his clothing sent Al off balance and he fell on top of Alfons completely, their bodies pressed together and their lips connected in an accidental kiss.
Two pairs of eyes widened and neither one of them moved for what seemed an eternity. Alphonse even swore that he'd felt Alfons press up slightly at one point and let out a soft noise. But any suspicions were dashed aside when he was suddenly shoved and rolled onto his side.
“G-Good night...” Alfons said shakily as he scrambled off the bed.
Al would have tried to argue again, if it wasn't for the fact that Alfons had already made it out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Or the fact that he was still too stunned to do much more than sit up and trace a finger over his still-tingling lips, wondering why that had felt so good.