Rehabilitation (9/?)
Title: Rehabilitation
Author: hetalialovesyou
Rating: PG for, um, even more angst?
Warning: Um, an angsty British angel, and lots of sad stuff.
Summary: The day before Arthur's departure.
Hah, well so far so good! I just wanted to say thanks to all of you guys who read and comment. You make me stay alive. x) Also, I'm sorry if there are spelling/grammatical errors, or if it's just poor quality. This was written at one in the morning. ): There's also a quote that I stole from Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne by Arina Tanemura hidden in here. Pfft, try to find it. XD
Also, you all have yui_punctual and Mat Kearney to thank for this chapter. Yui's amazing roleplaying skills have kept me writing. I never run out of ideas. And Mat Kearney is simply my muse for this story. :D
Arthur found Alfred, Francis and Matthew asleep on the sofa the next morning.
The curly little blond was sprawled across the two older men’s laps. The Frenchman was snoring, quite loudly, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. The American had his head back, almost drooling. In his hand was a coffee cup, half full.
He couldn’t help but smile. It was definitely a sight to see.
Deciding against waking them up he poured himself a bowl of cereal, waiting for the three to get up themselves.
Matthew was first. He rolled off the couch and drowsily wandered over to the table.
“Can I have some cereal?” The blond yawned and rubbed his eyes before taking a seat beside the angel.
Arthur smiled and poured him a bowl. Luckily-for once-he didn’t mess up. The purple eyed boy groggily dined in, a little upset that his bus would being arriving soon.
It was a little while after that a particular American dragged himself in. He was muttering under his breath about how there were too many forms to be signed. Arthur also heard the blue eyed man constantly repeating addresses and phone numbers as well. But he looked better than he had last night. There was color in his face and his eyes were returning to their natural brilliant shade. It made the Brit smile with relief.
The three sat in silence. After awhile, Matthew-who couldn’t handle the growing tension-rose up from his chair and dashed upstairs to change and get ready for school. This left the angel alone with Alfred.
“We’re all goin’ to be out today, I’m sorry we have to leave ya alone so often.”
Arthur’s raised his eyes from his bowl of soggy cereal. “That’s alright. I feel quite knackered anyways.”
Alfred rested his elbow on the table, tugging on his golden hair as he kept his eyes on the angel. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to apologize for the way he acted yesterday. It was completely out of line, and he wasn’t even fully aware of what he was saying. He had let his emotions get the better of him.
But today he would make up for it.
It was then that Matthew had returned from his room. He chastely hugged the blue and green eyed men before making his way to the living room to give Francis a hug as well. He then headed out the door.
“Ah, good morning mon amour~.” Francis greeted cheerfully as he also ambled into the kitchen. He gave a smile, but even the Frenchman could feel the awkward air in the room. The curly blond played it off and walked over to the sandy haired angel, placing a kiss on his hand. He pretended not to hear the growl coming from Alfred who sitting across from them.
“Alfred, we should get going. The first interview is in an hour.”
Rising from his chair he gave a nod, and Francis wandered back into the living room. Arthur averted his eyes from the taller man. He still didn’t know how to feel after everything that had happened in this week. It passed by too fast for him to even grasp a hold onto anything. And soon, he was going to be leaving.
He leaned over and ruffled the creature’s soft hair, waiting patiently for Arthur to look up at him. But he couldn’t. So, after heaving a gentle sigh, Alfred planted a kiss on the angel’s head. “I’ll see ya later,” was all he said as he joined Francis at the door.
Arthur watched from the kitchen as the two men waved good-bye and leave.
He was alone. He reminded himself that he would have to get used to this feeling again.
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The green eyed angel hadn’t moved from Alfred’s bed for hours. He couldn’t even remember what time it was when he had laid down to begin with. His body was aching, his head throbbing, and there was a hole right in the center of his heart. Arthur couldn’t remember ever having such a terrible feeling before.
All he knew was that it had to be sometime in the afternoon because Matthew had just arrived home not too long ago. The young boy had walked into the room when Arthur had been staring at the ceiling and asked him if he was alright. He nodded and shooed his back downstairs, reassuring him that he was just tired.
He was out of words. The creature couldn’t even pretend to be happy.
Why would God do this to him? Why would God make him fall from heaven and not let him stay? It wasn't fair. It definitely was not fair at all.
There was always fate. Fate would be to blame in this sort of predicament. Arthur was destined to fall from the sky and meet this family. He had always been alone; in life and death. But this just wasn’t right.
In that bed, Arthur prayed and prayed that somehow, someway he could stay. That for some reason, God would smile down at him for once in his life and let him be happy, but, he knew this was impossible.
He had learned by watching from heaven that God could only do three things: create life, watch over that life, and turn his breath into wind.
His efforts were meaningless.
At this revelation, the green eyed angel placed his head down on a pillow and willed himself to get to sleep. But even in his dreams, Arthur could not escape the harsh reality.
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Francis was abruptly woken up by a pair of hands pounding on the car’s passenger side window. Opening his eyes he found Alfred, out of breath and demanding him to roll the window down.
“What is your problem? You could’ve just opened the door and talked to me like a normal person would,” the curly blond man frowned, rubbing his forehead
Alfred was gasping and panting, unable to catch his breath so he simply shoved a handbook in the Frenchman’s face. He only stared blankly at it.
“And?”
The blue eyed man groaned and stomped over to the driver’s side, opened his door and slid inside the car. “I-I got the job! They hired me right away and I start next week!”
At this Francis chuckled, rolling his window back up. “The fact that they would even hire an imbécile like you is a mystery within itself.”
“Hey! What’s that supposed ta mean?”
“Nothing, nothing at all, mon ami.”
The curly blond man then received a jab in the ribs and a smile.
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Arthur woke up later to a blood red sky. His eyes were red and his heart was heavy. He guessed he had been asleep for a good four to five hours.
There was a shift of weight on the bed. Apparently he wasn’t alone.
“Ah,” the man beside him smiled kindly. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just got home.”
Alfred.
The green eyed angel shook his head and stared up at the weary man. Other than Alfred’s finger’s running over Arthur’s cheek occasionally, neither moved from their spots. They only stared in silence.
“Francis just left for home. I got hired, Arthur. I have a job now.”
Arthur smiled.
“So, do you like my bed or somethin’? I mean, your bed is just across the hall. Did you miss me? Is that what it is?”
Arthur blushed.
The American laughed and laid down beside the angel. Matthew was already in bed asleep, so he figured he might as well.
Without much hesitation he pulled Arthur into his arms, and made himself comfortable. Arthur didn’t have much say in the matter seeing as how he couldn’t fight the stronger man’s hold. He ended up right on top of Alfred.
“…let go of me, you git.”
Alfred smiled and wrapped his arms around the angel’s slender waist.
“Alfred, let me go!” Arthur begged, his face a crimson red as he stared down into Alfred’s boundless blue eyes.
“Please, just stay with me tonight. Just tonight.”
Why are you doing this to me?
“I don’t understand you at all.”
Alfred chuckled, causing his chest to rumble underneath Arthur. “Good. I like to be the suave and mysterious type.”
The angel frowned, obviously embarrassed as he buried his face into Alfred’s chest.
“Do you…Do ya really have to leave? Y’know, after your wing heals and all…” Arthur heard Alfred ask in a soft voice as he played with the folds on the man’s shirt.
“Yes, I do.”
“But…why?” Alfred asked, his bright blue eyes burning through the darkness of the room. Even in the pitch black Arthur could see them. The creature sighed, gripping onto Alfred’s shirt tightly.
“I’m not human. I can’t just stay here. I don’t belong here, Alfred.” Arthur said, lifting his head to gaze directly into the man’s eyes. “You and I both know that. No matter how much I pretend, I’m not human.”
Alfred replied by kissing the angel firmly, angrily. “I don’t care if you’re not human,” he growled. “Neither does Matthew. And that’s all that matters. Isn’t it?”
Arthur remained quiet.
“Isn’t it?” Alfred questioned, his heart longing for it to be so.
I’m so sorry. Arthur could feel his stomach twist in pain, hearing the agony in Alfred’s voice.
“Arthur, please don’t go. Tell me you’ll stay.”
Arthur had never felt so terrible in his entire life. Reaching out in the dark he took Alfred’s face in his hands. His cheeks were wet. The angel hadn’t even heard him start crying. Arthur slid fingertips along Alfred’s face, hoping to calm him down.
“W-Why can’t I b-be enough for you?” Alfred choked through his tears. Even while crying, Alfred’s voice was demanding and strong.
Kissing the human’s face, the angel began to cry also. “If I had the choice, I would never leave either of you.”
It’s always have and never hold for me. It’s not fair. You had just started to feel like home.
“T-Then stay, please, Arthur.” Alfred placed his hand on top of Arthur’s and kissed the crying angel compassionately.
God, please. Hear me out.
The creature continued to cry, kissing the man back clumsily.
I’ve fallen in love, and I want to be happy.
“You were made to be a part of this family, Arthur Kirkland.”
The green eyed angel wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, sobbing into his shoulder. Fate was such a cruel thing. But time was even worse.
“Stay with me. Stay with us.”
God, I’m in love.
“Forever.”
Why won’t you let me be happy?