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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Aug 14, 2012 10:57:27 GMT -5
Alfred limped towards the dormitory. He'd never been able to find that class and his fight with Ivan had left him tired. There was too much adrenaline going through his body for him to want to bother trying to go to any classes. One of his room mates would hopefully help him find it tomorrow morning. That is to say, that hopefully his room mates wouldn't be like Ivan. He wasn't sure if he could handle living with people like that. Maybe he could transfer rooms? That guy down the hall seemed nice enough.
He clumsily unlocked the door to the shared suite, opening it and stumbling in. Alfred sort of dragged himself over to the couch in the common room. No part of him wanted to face anyone else. He really hoped everyone else was in class.
He flopped onto the cushions. No position could ever be comfortable with how sore he was. He groaned slightly, finally rolling over onto his back and putting an arm over his face. He was probably getting blood on the couch somewhere, but he could not bring himself to care.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 14, 2012 11:35:10 GMT -5
Arthur had a free period and decided to go back to the common room. After a certain foodfight, Arthur didn't feel like to climb in one of the trashcans and remain unseen on his way. He wasn't in to get dirty again the next day already. Besides that, he barely fitted in one of them and it was a lot of trouble to get out. And it certainly would be embarassing if he got stuck in one of them some day.
So without doing any efforts he just walked to there like normal students did. He hoped there was no one in the common room. His roommates caused him migraine and he wanted to sit down with a cup of tea and have some alone time. Maybe he'd watch some tv? He could watch some old doctor who episodes if no one was around. A slight smile curled up his lips at the thought of just him and his favourite tv show.
Too bad the common room wasn't as empty as Arthur had hoped. He considered for a moment to turn around and get to his room before Alfred would stop him, but then he noticed the lad was wounded. Even though Alfred was a real pain in the ass, he still cared for him. Regretting it already, he sighed and walked inside. "Hey Alfred, you alright?" he asked a bit worriedly. He sank down right next to him on the couch.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Aug 19, 2012 18:57:03 GMT -5
Alfred didn't wanna move the arm from his face when he heard someone come in. It was embarrassing for a hero to be all beat up like this! He felt a shift on the couch next to him and he winced, making a slight pained noise. "Hey Arthur.... y-yeah, I'm fine. Just hurting a little is all. Just sore from my first day of normal classes!" Alfred was actually hurting alot, but he didn't want to seem weak. Especially in front of Arthur. He laughed lightly. "How was your day? Classes go alright?"
Al kept the arm over his eyes the entire time. He really hoped Arthur would get up and go to his room soon so he could move without Arthur seeing his black eye and the many bruises on his back. He could probably make an excuse for any other bruises or cuts on his face. He didn't wanna seem like a baby to another room mate.
"By the way. Sorry about the food fight, man." He grinned lightly. "You have to admit it was funny though. Did you see the look on that one dude's face when he got hit with borsch?" the American laughed, peeking out from under his arm at the other.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 20, 2012 8:50:03 GMT -5
Arthur didn't believe a single word of it. Even though he couldn't see his face he could hear it in his voice he was in pain. "You don't really sound like it." he commented and tried to look at his face but it was hard with Alfred's arm around it. "They went alright." he said shrugging and scooted closer.
"It's okay, just don't go doing it again. It wasn't so fun removing your hamburger stains from my jacket." he said with a light huff, remembering the food fight. Sure he had enjoyed it, but he wasn't going to admit that to Alfred of all persons. He'd probably want to do it again and despite all the fun, he didn't like to smell like the mc donalds all day. The smell of the greasy food was just gross.
He sighed as Alfred still didn't show his face to him. "Let me see it, Al." he said gently tugging his arm. "Stop acting tough and let me patch you up." he said frownig. That wasn't a question but a clear order. Alfred was still sort of family to him. He was just as annoying as his real brothers and he'd been around him since elementary school. So he considered Alfred as family, even though the other probably just saw him as an aquiantance or just some kid he knew. He couldn't really guess what he was to Alfred.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Aug 20, 2012 11:25:32 GMT -5
Alfred grumbled. He was really embarrassed he'd gotten beaten so badly, especially by a communist Russian! Alfred had known Arthur since he was little. He was always that funny British neighbor kid. At this point he was like an older brother to him. But they were so old, Alfred felt like he should seem a lot tougher than a nerdy little hacker.
He slowly moved his arm so the other could see. He looked down slightly, frowning. He rested his chin on his hand. "My glasses got broken too. They're in my bag." He noted. Alfred didn't wanna go around the school with taped up glasses. That was for nerds! He didn't really need them anyway. He just wore them so he could get more ladies.
He also sat somewhat forward so that Arthur could see his back. "I wouldn't had gotten beat so bad if my shoulder wasn't already bad!" He pursed his lips. He was still mad about the incident when he was younger.
"S-sorry you gotta see me like this Arty. The guy was just... I dunno how to even say it." He glared at the floor.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 20, 2012 14:35:04 GMT -5
It wasn't really anything new Alfred got beaten up, but normally Arthur pretended not to know and let someone else to patch him up. Though over the years they'd grown closer and right now he had some brotherly instict to take care of the little idiot. Though he wouldn't admit that to anyone, not even himself.
Arthur bit his lip as he studied Alfred's face. "Oh dear, that doesn't look too pretty." he commented and got up to get the first aid kid and a wet washcloth from the kitchen and hurried back to the couch. "You've got spare glasses right?" he wondered if Alfred was that smart to have spare with them.
He then also studied his back which didn't look too good either.
"It's okay...I won't tell anyone, you're still the hero." he told him, rolling his eyes somewhat, he couldn't see it anyway.
"Turn your face to me." he said and leaned toward him to carefully clean the wound. "This may hurt a little." he warned him. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Aug 23, 2012 10:54:50 GMT -5
Alfred nodded. "Yeah, I have a spare in my desk. I don't really need them anyway...." He noted. He reached up and lightly touched the bruise around his eye, wincing. "Is there any way to cover this for class tomorrow? I don't wanna look like a pussy in front of everyone...."
He closed his eyes to let Arthur clean up his face. Alfred and Arthur had always been somewhat close. Every since they were kids, really. Arthur had always patched him up after he'd been in a bad fight. He thought of Arthur as a brother, maybe.
Alfred winced when Arthur touched his face with the cloth. It stung a bit. "Yo Arty....can I tell you something? Like.... without you thinking I'm a freak?"
He burned bright red, pursing his lips. He'd been thinking about it the entire time he'd been sitting there, and the entire time he'd been walking back to his room.
"Meh. Nevermind. You'll think I'm a weirdo!" He laughed, sitting back, but then wincing at the bruises on his back.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 30, 2012 15:01:17 GMT -5
"Don't people think it looks cool and bad ass?" he asked thinking out loud and studying his eye. "It doesn't look too bad. It should fade away in a few days." he told him. "Could try something with make up? but really you don't look like a wuss with it." he assured him.
Arthur raised an eyebrow and stopped cleaning for a moment. He waited for Alfred to go on but he didn't and brushed it off. "You can tell me, what's wrong Al?" he asked worriedly. "Besides we've been friends since we were kids, I know you're a weirdo." he said in attemtpt easy the situation.
He finished taking care of Alfred and tossed everything aside and settled back down next to him.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 3, 2012 21:32:09 GMT -5
Alfred furrowed his eyebrows together in thought. He always thought he looked wimpy with a black eye. "No way! It looks like I lost! And heroes never lose!" He frowned.
He hoped he could cover it with makeup. Maybe he could borrow some from that German chick?
He blushed deeply in thought of what he was gonna tell Arthur about the next thing. "So....." He frowned, looking over at the ground. Why was it so hard to come out to someone you've known for so long?
"I think I may.......like........boys....." He traced patterns onto the couch with his finger. "And.......I really....really.......like Ivan. He was kinda hot...." Alfred stuttered out.
"I-I mean it's not that girls aren't pretty, it's just I'm not into them as much, you know? Like... I can't picture myself dating a girl! A-and it doesn't mean I wanna be a girl! I-I just....gah! You probably think I'm a huge weirdo. I-I'll go to my room now and finish cleaning up..."
Alfred stood to his feet, wobbling a bit before falling back onto the couch.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 4, 2012 6:41:11 GMT -5
Arthur thought about it for a moment. "But heroes do get hurt in fights, I've seen it plenty of times. So would a black eye really make you look like you lost?" Arthur didn't like fighting, so he preferred not to avoid fights. So he wouldn't know anything about this black eye thing. "Wait- I'll get some..." he hurried to get up and opened the fridge. After a few moments he returned with a bag of frozen pease and put it on his eye.
"That should do it, hold it like that for a bit 'kay?" he told him hoping it'd ease the pain and fade away the swolleness, if at least a little. He studied Alfred as he was trying to tell him something. Apparently it was a bit embarassing, judging by his blush. He waited patiently and listened, not interupting him as he started to talk.
Okay he hadn't really seen that coming. It didn't surprise him a lot Alfred was gay, but for him to like Ivan. Ivan...the guy who keeps beating him up! How can you like someone like that? Though he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know.
Arthur shifted a bit awkwardly. "Wait- it's okay you like guys. I uhm like them too." he blushed as he admitted it, he never really told anyone before and rubbed his arm shyly. "N-not Ivan by the way, and I like girls too, so it's different, but just- you're not a weirdo okay?" he found this subject rather awkward to talk about. "Just think you're an idiot for liking Ivan. He beat you up entirely."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 4, 2012 10:27:38 GMT -5
Alfred held the bag if peas in place, wincing and clenching his teeth as the cold made contact with the swollen area around his eye. He looked up at Arthur. "How long do I have to hold this for?"
He rested his forehead on Arthur's shoulder, shaking his head. He wasn't really sure how to describe why he liked Ivan, in all honesty. Maybe it was because of his strength? Nobody had really been able to take him in a fight before.
Alfred shifted a bit uncomfortably thinking about it too hard. "I dunno Arty..... I just..... he was really strong. And it was kinda hot, you know?"
He rested the bag of peas on Arthur's shoulder, then pressed his own face against them so he wouldn't have to hold them up. He was feeling particularly lazy today.
"Do you like anyone, Arty?" He asked, somewhat hopeful he wasn't the only one. Alfred shuffled his feet around nervously.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 4, 2012 11:58:29 GMT -5
Frankly, Arthur knew only this much. He knew you should put an ice bag or frozen peas on your eye when it's swollen but not for how long. "Just till I say when you can take it off." he replied. Maybe a few minutes would do?
He shivered at the cold peas on his shoulder. He shifted and let Alfred lean on him. He didn't really mind this that much. Alfred always was rather clingy to him and affectionate in form of hugs.
"Uhm...not really?" he couldn't get how Alfred liked a his own bully. "Do you plan on asking him out?" he wondered curiously. Arthur had a small crush of his own but didn't know if he should have the guts to ask him out or just not act upon it.
As if Alfred was reading his mind, he asked wether he liked someone too. His cheeks reddened at this question. "M-maybe...just a little." he mumbled shyly. He felt like it was more than fair to be honest, but he wasn't really open to sharing his love interest or any personal things like it.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 13, 2012 11:17:05 GMT -5
Alfred nodded, holding the bag in place. "It hurts." He whined at Arthur. He didn't like something this cold on his face. Especially on a bruise.
He thought about asking Ivan out. He wasn't sure how he felt about the other. He was strong, yeah. But there was something about the strength that he was attracted to. Nobody'd ever really beat him up that badly. "I dunno. Maybe. I mean.... he'd probably think I'm a freak or something." He slumped over. "Do you think I should? Or would it be weird?"
When Alfred heard Arthur had a crush, he looked up at him with his one good eye. "Who's your crush, Arty?" He grinned.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 14, 2012 11:53:59 GMT -5
Arthur sighed. "Just suck it up." he said but fought the urge to press on the bruise harder. It was ironic how he had complained about being a baby and here he was whining.
He thought for a moment. "I'm not going to say you should or shouldn't. If it goes wrong you'd blame me." he answered. He really wanted to be blamed. He wasn't good when it came to love adivse. "But I guess you could try?"
His cheeks turned a darker shade of red and he just wanted to wipe that grin of his face. "It's not a crush. J-just someone I like seeing? yeah..." he fidgeted. He was very shy and quickly embarassed when he talked about private things. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 16, 2012 21:22:16 GMT -5
Alfred whined again, more for the attention this time. "But Artyyyy." He poked Arthur's cheek.
"I dunno man. Like... what if he's like 'You faggot, fuck off'? Or like....beats me up for my lunch money tomorrow or something!" Alfred was getting flustered. He'd never really had a crush before, so this was new to him.
Alfred kept prodding at England's cheek, trying to coax him into talking. "Artyyy. Who is it? You can tell me! C'mon, I told you my weirdass crush and kink and everything!" Alfred sat up, pouting at the other and holding one hand over his eye, hissing at the sting from the warm air versus the bag of peas.
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