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dineidyn started following you
Hugh?
No.
And here was me thinking ye had glasses for a reason.
Unless yer trying to be a hipster or some shite.
I do have them for a reason.
Without them I can’t see a darn thing.
….There is no hope for ye is there?
There is always hope bro-- along with a side of Freedom!
dineidyn started following you
Hugh?
No.
And here was me thinking ye had glasses for a reason.
Unless yer trying to be a hipster or some shite.
I do have them for a reason.
Without them I can't see a darn thing.
…Dude, where did you get that baby from?
… It’s probably one of Catrina’s, she has two.
I thought you’d get them from “Babies R Us” or some shit.
… That’s where you get toys for babies. *Hands the child to Alfred because he was much better with them anyway.* Who ever it belongs to we will have to return it.
Oh..because I saw a coupon for it once and I thought “Woah I can get 2 babies for the price of one”. * Takes the child, bounces them on his knee. *
… Don’t bring children home Alfred.
*Though watching Alfred with children made him feel bad about the fact that he in no way wanted to raise another one.*
Ok.
* Pulls faces at the child and makes funny noises. *
…Dude, where did you get that baby from?
… It’s probably one of Catrina’s, she has two.
I thought you’d get them from “Babies R Us” or some shit.
… That’s where you get toys for babies. *Hands the child to Alfred because he was much better with them anyway.* Who ever it belongs to we will have to return it.
Oh..because I saw a coupon for it once and I thought "Woah I can get 2 babies for the price of one". * Takes the child, bounces them on his knee. *
dineidyn started following you
Hugh?
No.
Aww...
dineidyn started following you
Hugh?
…Dude, where did you get that baby from?
… It’s probably one of Catrina’s, she has two.
I thought you'd get them from "Babies R Us" or some shit.
...Dude, where did you get that baby from?
Is that a yes?
Each throb of pain made him relinquish his senses, only clear on the fact that the American wasn’t yet looming over him and that his thighs weren’t being pried apart. As no further blows fell he concentrated on merely breathing, wheezes sickly, very bruised at best, fractured ribs at worse. All around him the sharp spires of snapped wood rose out of the carcus of his desk.
Again the study.
It had taken him months to come back into his previously favoured room and.. it was likely that it would months more for him to return again. Although this was a different study, his brother’s in fact. Perhaps that was what had made him bolder, the memories of being pinned to his desk less fresh.
The sounds of the scuffle eventually roused him, aware that he was no longer alone. Perhaps one of his brother’s had come back.. or perhaps Alfred? The thought alone made his abdomen twitch as he tried to sit up, to see what was going on.. realising belatedly that he couldn’t. Panic began to claw at him, wanting to see his lover, to make sure he wasn’t receiving the same treatment as he had.
"Al…fr..Alfre.. Fred."
He'd had enough. Within his vice like grip he felt them struggle, not willing to let go anytime soon and continued to apply more pressure. His blood seemed to burn as it made its way around his body, too focused on keeping them in that position as he knew he had the upper hand and with that came some sense of satisfaction. As quickly however as those thoughts appeared he brushed them away, he would not be proud of this nor enjoy it no matter what. He'd not become Al, even if there was a period in his life that he had come close to being many times.
He hated to fight, hurting people..he hated all of it. Just wanting to escape and live his life in relative peace, to enjoy living and watch as his country and people grow from strength to strength. He was proud of this, of what had been accomplished so far, he looked down upon Al with pity and some remorse, also there was an underlying fear that they could very well have turned out the same or swapped places. He'd be the cold hearted killer intent on destruction, suffering and pain.
Through this light haze there was a sound, no a voice that broke through it and he blinked back into wakefulness and looked down. The sight which greeted him made bile rise in his throat, for a moment his grip faltered before being applied anew. A muttering of a curse as he started to growl deeply. The previous rage filling back up rapidly and as he felt them falter beneath and eventually go limp he did not stop.
He wasn't going to let them get away with it this time. In one smooth motion he twisted, the satisfying crack that followed meant he had done the deed and only then did he let the body fall lifelessly to the floor. There he stood, flexing fingers into a fist over and over, trying to calm himself. He found that the longer he stared at the other american's face the worse it got till he dropped down and started to smash his fists into it.
"I warned you, you son of a btich to leave him alone. LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
And more hits rained down, he wasn't sure how long he'd done it for only that blood splattered his face, bone collapsed beneath each blow until all that was left was an unrecognisable mess of shattered ivory and red. He fell back panting hard, looking down at blood soaked knuckles with a sound of exasperation .Both hands rubbed up and down his face, shame quickly taking over where anger left behind, he was no better than him and Arthur had seen it.
He'd try to justify his actions, saying that he did it to protect him but he should've left them there after snapping their neck. By setting on their corpse like a rabid dog he'd proved to be no less than Al in the end. Turning to face his lover, features had crumbled to the realization and he started shed tears. Not for them or pity, but how he'd let the monster win.
"I'm sorry..It's all my fault."
His voice broke, turning to crawl towards him and scoop them into his arms, wanting that bit of comfort and reassurance of what he'd just done. It was to protect him, all of it was. Crushing them gently to his chest his shoulders jerked up and down with the effort to stop himself from breaking there and then.
"I'm not a monster..I'm not him."
His voice sounded so small, unable to accept the fact that he was a killer as well. No amount of drugs or alcohol could wipe away his bloodied past, no matter how many times he tried. Of course he hated every moment, each second of it. He was never proud to take a life, though the body behind lay unmoving he knew a few hours or more it would return and the cycle would start all over.
He couldn't do it though, he couldn't kill a nation. Which is why he took Arthur, picked them up against him. His lover far too important to give anymore of his time towards Al and stepped over the body, not daring to look lest he got tempted to finish it. No, hopefully by doing this now he'd made himself the target and the American would come after him.
Is that a yes?
A thrill of what might have been relief occurred to him as he felt the blade sink in to it’s mark.. and then the blade was grasped, momentarily pleasure twisting into cold dread which wrapped it’s icy hands around his throat. No sound was emitted the first few times he was crashed into the desk, fear and shock silencing him. There was no use, the American was stronger and shook him much like a terrier might a rat.
Again and again he was heaved against wood, the air crushed from him as ribs creaked with the force, a sturdier prospect than his northern brother, though he looked more fragile. Pain exploded from his spine, ribs creaking as the blows continued, his stomach roiling with fear and the snapping motions, about to vomit as the desk finally gave way and he was dropped into its remains.
A pained wheeze escaped him, barely able to focus on where the American was, sense having been knocked from him. Weakly he tried to move, finding himself bereft of air and strength, gasping like a fish torn from the water. Distantly he was aware of the American approaching and so he reacted, crossing his thighs, a frightened wheeze offered as if he knew what was about to come.. and now he’d made the American angry..
"A..f.ee.."
He's only gone out for a quick run, leaning over as he panted loudly. Perhaps he'd ran a bit too much he thought slowly making his way down the hall towards the kitchen. He'd called out Arthur's name twice now and got no reply so he figured they were either in another room or doing something and didn't wish to interfere.
Throwing open the fridge door all he saw inside was boxes of marked food to be heated up, milk and cans of Irn bru. He wasn't quite into that drink yet and didn't feel like heating something up either, so he closed the door and got himself a glass of water instead. Leaning against the work top he used his shirt to wipe over his face and was taking a few sips of the drink till he heard a loud crashing sound.
Brows furrowed, he stalked forwards trying to locate where the sound had come from. What unsettled him the most was how quiet it was, too quiet and he found himself slowly creeping down to the study. He noticed the door was half open and could hear something or someone moving about inside. He was about to call out Arthur's name when he realize that they were the only ones here. Or should be. Glancing back towards the front door he saw no new shoes or coats.
Then he felt it, a cold chill went up is spine and that sensation which put him on edge. Carefully he edged closer to the room, pausing where he could get a good look inside without being seen when everything froze, standing within was someone he in many ways never hoped to see again and in others, wanted to so badly so he could beat the ever living shit out of.
There was no time for him to think, to wonder how or why that man was in there only that the deep inner depths of his body was a powerful hatred for them and would cause an almost instant reaction to his presence.
He barely registered what happened next only that he shot forwards and launched himself onto the other American's back, both arms wrapped about his neck and crushed them as he held on. A few angry mutterings were shouted, using his weight to tip them back so both his feet were firmly on the ground and had them bent over backwards.
"You son of a bitch, I'll fucking kill you!"
It was a good thing that for now he had not seen the state his lover was in, otherwise he'd have lost it and snapped their neck there and then.
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I’m scared Alfred..
It's ok..
I'm here.
-Alfred couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he watched the couple, mainly Alfred. They seemed to be two parallel opposites: one who was incredibly outgoing and childsh, and the other more reserved and mature. It was funny to see how love happened like that.-
Yeah, best not to go with gropin’ an’ shit, for the benefit of your boyfriend an’ all us suckers who have to watch. Oh, you too? -He turned his attention to Arthur, inclining his head.- It’s not mine, duh, but it’s my boyfriend’s. Well, the first time he’s properly celebrating it. He’s seen a few, but it’s not really his thing.
Ah, no, I don’t think we were. The name’s Alfred, nice to meet’cha. -He would’ve held his hand out, but Fred was dragging Arthur around still, so Alfred could only follow, amused.- An’ yeah, I’ve came here every year. I’m a local, after all, an’ you can’t spend the Fourth away from your family. Ah, food is good. There’s a lot’ta vendors on River Street, an’ that’s right next to where the fireworks are.
*Despite the reserved vernier emerald eyes watched the American wherever he went, his tongue disapproving but his expression almost amused, almost. Who could deny the sun had gravity? And his personal sun was currently battering with a balloon vendor, no doubt trying to get the biggest, most ridiculous one. Sure, Arthur would feign disapproval but one look from those azure eyes, a few words and he’d be asking just how fast he had to roll over.*
Ah Alfred is it? Arthur.. Arthur Kirkland. *Lips pursed as he finally was allowed to grasp the American’s hand, brows twitching slightly. So this one wasn’t a representative? A firm handshake and he released him.* I suppose we should look into food, he doesn’t do well with an empty stomach..
*For a moment he stiffened as his American disappeared from sight, no doubt having seen something of interest a little way away. Whilst he had established this Alfred was human he was no less uneasy, twice representatives of the American nation had caused him physical harm and even Fred had.. well.. he hadn’t known what that was.. but Americans made him nervous.*
So it’s your boyfriends first time too? Lucky him, lucky both of us… It’s going to get a little loud presumably..
*Then Fred reappeared in the crowd and he seemed to relax a little, having no idea how his phrasing could have been taken.*
* When Arthur wasn't looking he tied a balloon to their wrist and grinned, running off again to collect his own. He picked a camel wearing a hat and was happily tugging it along. Thought it didn't take him long to get distracted once more this time the tell tale sound of vehicles, lots of them rolling by and he disappeared once more towards the sound.
He knew Arthur would be safe with this America, otherwise he wouldn't have kept on running off like that. He liked to consider himself an adequate judge of character and they seemed to be pretty cool. If they had followed him, they'd fine the american chatting to some bikers and kneeling down to inspect one of the bikes. He couldn't help it, such as his weakness. *
A custom Yamaha R15, that's one sexy beast you have there. Though I do prefer my R6,..you should come round and take a look at it some time.
* Smiling he ran his hand over the chassis, a slight pang of desire to leap behind one of them and ride off was strong, he did miss going out on his babies. With a sigh he got up, glancing back at the pair he'd left behind. Making his excuses he reluctantly tore himself away from the group and wondered back, though this time he wasn't as energetic. Something was on his mind. *
Hey..sorry I got distracted. We should go, before we miss all the action.
You’re acting weird.. * Wonders why he’s playing with his hair..*
…
*Gently retracts his fingers from his hair.*
…Don’t stop.. * Likes it when his hair is played with. *
*When he was given a look like that he couldn’t refuse, deft fingers slipping back within his hair to stroke it, even if it hadn’t had the desired affect.*
Feels nice.. * Relaxing beneath the touch if they continued he'd probably fall asleep.. *
*Now you’re going to pay. Rue the day Alfred F Jones. Reaching up he seized Nantucket between his index finger and thumb and rubbed gently. If this worked he’d get the American back for being such a tease.*
You’re acting weird.. * Wonders why he’s playing with his hair..*
…
*Gently retracts his fingers from his hair.*
...Don't stop.. * Likes it when his hair is played with. *
