Chapter Text
My Life
Arthur was sitting on one of the chairs in the kitchen. Everyone kept on looking at each other while Francis was trying to figure out what to cook. Arthur felt uneasy. With the whole meeting Alfred again. He really didn’t expect this, I mean this isn’t a movie where the two meet each other and then live happily ever after, the end. No, that is a perfect life. His life was far from perfect.
While Arthur was looking around in the room he found himself looking into Alfred’s eyes that where looking at Francis still trying to figure out what to cook. His eyes were still the blue he had seen a long time ago. When they were friends. Maybe you could have even called their relationship a brother to brother relationship. Although if you did say that, Arthur would have been pissed at that person.
While Arthur was still staring at the sky blue colored eyes of Alfred, the boy finally spoke after looking so long at Francis with a questioning look.
“Hey, Franny let me make us some hamburgers. You seem to be taking your time there.”
Francis looked up from the set of ingredients he had to Alfred.
“I would never let you make those greasy things!”
“Amigo, I think it is best to let him make the food.” Antonio said while turning Francis around to get him back to his cooking
“I should make some of my awesome wurst. I know you’ll love it” Gilbert said while smirking.
“No way dude, I would never eat that”
“You will eat my awesome wurst and you will like it!” Gilbert then jumped from one end of the table to another, throwing Alfred to the floor.
“Oi, not while I am trying to cook”
“Shut it franny!” Gilbert and Alfred said together.
Arthur was sitting down. Staring at the two strangle each other about who’s food is better. Antonio then went to the two of them trying to break them up while eating a tomato, when suddenly; Gilbert grabbed his tomato and smashed in Alfred’s face. And oddly enough, both Antonio and Alfred screamed…
“Oh, now you’re in for a real beating.” Antonio then took one of his tomatos out and hid behind the table. He then started throwing tomato’s randomly at Alfred and Gilbert as they both strangled each other. Francis was trying to keep his ingredients safe, but got hit by a tomato from Antonio. Francis then looked in the fridge and took out more tomato’s, and started throwing them at Antonio as he screamed at Francis saying, “NONOTMYPRECIOSTOMATO’S. PLEASENOTTHOSE!”
All while Arthur was just sitting there. At some point they all pointed a tomato at each other and in unison, threw it. Unfortunately the tomato didn’t hit their target. No, far worse. All the tomatos hit Arthur. Covering him with tomato juice or sauce or however you’d like to call it. Everyone looked at him as he wiped the tomato off his face. He still had his straight face on but in his eyes you could see all the anger fuming inside of him.
“Oi, maybe we should let Arthur make the breakfast.”
Arthur then smirked. Knowing that his cooking was horrible and admitted to it about a year ago when he made food for Emily and she forced him to eat it. So this is payback
~Of course this is a times skip, no one wants to see Arthur cook his cooking~
After many minutes that had passed. All the boys were now gathered in the living room except for Arthur. He later came in with plate of something that no one could tell what. Arthur placed the plate in front of them a he saw their faces grow pale. He simply stood there. Waiting for one of them to respond.
“Um, maybe there is still time for hamburgers?” Alfred said with an uneasy grin
“No, maybe…..we could get to know each other. Yeah, let’s do that instead!”
Arthur decided to pressure them when they were done talking since he did want to find happened to Alfred after middle school.
“fine.” Arthur then sat done on the couch across from them
“So, when did you guys meet, how and why?”
“Oh well, we all met in fifth grade” Francis started
“We were kids who didn’t know what to do” Antonio said
“So we all met and talked about our similarities” Gilbert said
Alfred was rather quite though.
“My friends, of course were French, but they were to bossy.” Francis stated
“Mines just used me for my awesomeness. Though I don’t blame them, I would have too.” Gilbert said with a smirk on his face
“And I really didn’t have any; they were just useless attempts at trying to have friends. They basically used me to do all the risky stuff” Antonio said. The trio then looked at Alfred. Waiting for his back story. They never had once heard it and now were curious to find out.
“Uhh…actually, I had a great friend.” Alfred started
“Mon ami might as well tell us now.” Francis said while looking at him with an intense stare.
“Okay, we met in fifth grade. I don’t remember much of him. Now in my memories he’s all fuzzed up. I can only tell the scenes. We were best friends. Most of the time, I was with him. I know he loved nature and to read, but, I can’t hear him in any of our conversations. We were best friends. And I know I was his only friend. But one day while I was walking by some gossip kids I heard them say something about me and him going out. How it was disgusting that we were gay. That was the day I met you guys. And though we didn’t have the same story, I felt like we had similar reasons. To start a new life. To save ourselves. But in my case, I did it to save someone else’s. I knew that if it had spread around, he would have gotten bullied. And I didn’t want that to happen. So I left him, so he could start a new life. Although it was without me, and it did pain me, to reject all of his invitations, but I had to do it. I had to. And what pained me more was that I had to get a girlfriend so that people would believe me. I had to pay her because no one at the time wanted to go out with me. They were all disgusted by me. Luckily I don’t think I ever saw him get affected. They all went for me.”
By now, Alfred was crying and his friends were staring at him with wide eyes. Arthur felt tears form at his eyes. He wanted to so badly hug him and tell him that it was him. But he couldn’t. Now wasn’t the best time. Especially with his father on the loose. He could do anything.
“Remember when we were walking that day to go to the park and I had my arms around a girl.”Alfred asked as the trio shook their heads. “He was there. I had to ignore him, because we were still on school grounds. Anyone would make up a rumor that we were back together. He screamed my name, but I kept on walking. As we turned the corner I kissed the girl to try and give him a message…but instead I saw him standing there, tears falling down his face. I don’t remember his appearance, but I remember the sadness in his eyes. Not the eye color, but I do know that he was in a lot of pain, and I remember the sadness in them. It hurt me to see him like that. But he couldn’t understand that I did it for him. It pained me too. The last bit of that memory he whispered something. I tried to guess it but I couldn’t. He just wasn’t clear enough for me to see.”
Alfred was now sobbing on the ground as Francis, Antonio and Gilbert were rubbing his back. Arthur just sat there. Silently crying. Not knowing that he had mistaken Alfred for all these years.
“I didn’t see him come to school for a month. But when he did come back, he looked horrible. But all I remember is that, those same eyes that held so much excitement for the world had grown dull.”
Arthur was now crouching. Trying to cover his tears that were falling.
“I tried my best to forget about him. I tried so hard, but no matter what, I can still remember the memories. But I guess I tried so hard that I ended up forgetting about him. But it was for the best right? Right?”
‘I’m sorry Alfred. I wish I could tell you…I wish. But I can’t’
“It’s my turn to protect you now.” Arthur muttered to himself.
“What was that Arthur?” Arthur looked up to see Alfred staring at him
“Nothing, let’s go out to eat. I’m sorry, just the story, you know, it’s all emotional. Come on.”
Alfred wiped his tears away and stood up.
“Yeah, let’s go guys” and now Alfred was smiling that ear to ear grin that I will always love. But this time, it was used to cover his sadness.