Slap! The sound echoed past a large crowd of people, seeming to only annoy the young Englishman who stood by a dark blue leather notebook, which now lay dejectedly in a large puddle in the middle on a dent in the sidewalk. He let out a loud groan and started barking at the large crowd around him useless insults, filled with every bit of anger he could muster up into them. People walked on, pushing and shoving past him, not caring if he was having a small episode to himself on the corner of the busy main street.
"Tch! American's are all the same. Wankers !" He spat before he knelt over and scooped up his leather notebook carefully, trying his best to not damage the book further. He sighed at the condition of his notebook and tossed it in annoyance into the nearest trashcan, giving slightly menacing glares to all that walked past him. He straightened his shirt and collar before pushing in through the crowd on the sidewalk again, looking around as he passed signs and shopping districts without pausing for anything.
Arthur was a young journalist from the United kingdomLondon to be exact. He was here on his first trip to America, as his first real starter job. He'd always worked for the popular newspaper "The Red Press" since he'd gotten out of college about a year ago. The red press was famous for its red logo that bannered across the top, and people usually knew exactly what to buy when out on the fine streets of London or at the coffee shop.
London. A home. His home. He looked around at everything in this busy part of the city with a slightly disappointed look. America was busy, people liter everywhere, and he swore if he saw one more person chomping down on a cheeseburger while walking through or even driving by, he'd have a heart attack.
And these God-Awful noises and construction work going on everywhere was nearly unbearable! Construction workers in those bright yellow helmets were tearing down building that hadn't even been there for a few years, just to upgrade it into something elsesomething bigger and more exciting for the public. Had these people ever heard of savoring a building for more than a decade? In his home, buildings were cherished and some were quite old. It was part of the charm and atmosphere of the whole area!
He could go on, and he continued this long list of flaws he found with this whole country as he continued up some more streets, not bothering to move as people walked by him. Washington gift shops stood at nearly every fucking shopping district. Arthur finally paused, feeling his stomach rumble slightly and sighed.
Looks like I actually have to eat while I'm here after all
Looking around, he surveyed and gave harsh critique to some of the restaurants around him, and just as he settled on a place to eat
"Hey! Dude! Dude!" Arthur jumped back to stare nearly nose-to-nose with some random guy.
"What in the bloody Hell?!
"Is this yours?" The younger blonde haired man inquired, straight to the point, and holding out hisHis pen??? "I'm pretty sure I saw you drop this when you were passin' by my construction site."
Arthur took hold of the pen, quickly reading over the small gold letters engraved on the side with his full name, Arthur Kirkland before nodding at him.
"It is mine
"So, Arthur Kirkland right???"The young blonde boy interrupted, before sticking out his hand, "I'm Alfred, but you can just call me Al like everyone else!" Alfred wore a bright and bubbly smile, holding out a black gloved hand to Arthur with expectation. Arthur stared at him for a second; looking him over really quickly to make sure he wasn't too suspicious.
Alfred wore a white work shirt with a small blue logo on the left breast, that was actually hardly white anymore with all the sand and cement particles stuck to it, and a reddish paint staining the shoulder part. He had a fair length of a bright golden hair color, and one hair stuck up above the rest rather annoyingly to him. He had on long blue jeans that were torn a bit up at the left knee, and he had on tan work boots, that also were not very clean either. He had a tool belt strapped up around his jeans, clinging to him with hammers and goggles tinkling against each other in the sun. Arthur looked back up to his hand trying not to wrinkle up his nose at the dirt on his glove. This in no way bothered Alfred, and he laughed and pulled it off quickly revealing a rough, calloused hand that still seemed to glow. He also noted the glasses that emitted a reflection to his own face. Geh
Even though he trimmed--
"Ahaha, sorry. Been workin' on that new shoppin' district and it's pretty messy over there." He explained this, and Arthur corrected his grammar in his head, biting his lip for a second before shaking his head. Alfred finally realized that he probably would not be shaking his hand anytime soon, and put it back down by his side.
"Yes well, Thank you for picking up my pen," He Paused, "Alfred. I would have gone crazy trying to find the damned thing later on." Arthur told the truth, he really would have torn up the damn area trying to find his favorite writing pen. It was his welcoming gift from the Red press, and he had been refilling it and using it for the whole year. Alfred looked slightly surprised he used his full name and not the nickname he was used to, but he ignored it and continued in his perky voice,
"So, you're from England right? You have that thick accent!"
"Well obviously, Git. As if I'd come from this place."
He paused as Alfred frowned lightly, "Well, whatever. Why are you here if you don't like it? Business or somethin'? Runnin' off? Got a girlfriend here or what???" Alfred questioned, hoping to hit the right answer. Arthur growled at him in annoyance though,
"I'm here on business, I work for a famous newspaper in London that you've probably never heard of because you people have no culture here." Alfred thought this over, ignoring the comment on his culture before shrugging,
"Your right, I dunno what paper you're talkin' about."
"The Red Press." Arthur replied with a certain tone he always used with its proud name, before gritting his teeth as his stomach growled at him again. Alfred laughed at this, and wiped his forehead and sweat dripped off.
"Ha-ha, So even you Brit's need to eat. It's my lunch hour too, so I'm going there," He pointed to the little New York pizzeria that Arthur had earlier decided on. He smirked at Arthur and added, "You're goin' there too right? There Pizza is awesome!" Arthur listened to the way he emphasized when it came to food. Arthur silently cursed himself for being so hungry and he nodded in slight annoyance before beginning to walk off for the direction of the small restaurant, which wasn't rowdy with loud drinkers unlike the other restaurants around. Alfred followed right behind him, trailing right against his heels eagerly as he entered with the Englishman. Arthur glared at him through the corner of his eye, wondering why the hell this young man was following him around. He'd said thanks for his pen, but what else did this kid want? Free meal or something?
He sighed and decided to ask him as he opened the door,
"Listen why are you fo
"Veh~ 'Ello there! Welcome to The Italian brothers Ristorante! I'm Feliciano Vargo, I'll be your server today!~" A young Italian man who was probably more hyper than he should have been bounced over to them, smiling widely at them both and shifting the menu stack in his arms.
"Sup dude!" Alfred blurted out to Feli, 'He probably knows him
.' England thought silently, wishing to get this whole fiesta over with before he went crazy and flew back home to London the very day he arrived. Alfred grinned widely as Feli cocked his head to the side in slight confusion before smiling again,
"Vehh~ Are you a' two going to sit 'a together?" Arthur nearly choked on his own air as he glared at the eager American, who nodded quickly,
"Totally Feli, set us up at a table!"
Feli smiled lightly and nodded. He'd known Alfred, orAl as he called him, for a year now, being as Alfred was the one that built the restaurant based solely on his fratello's beautiful garden and his pasta skills. He'd become good friends with the blonde, even though he could be obnoxious sometimes.
"P-Pardon me, but don't I have some sort of say in this at all?!" Arthur nearly shouted at the blonde, who smiled up at him innocently,
"Sure~ You can say yes!" Arthur had no time to argue as Alfred grabbed his arm and started to drag them both behind Feli, who giggled at this scene they were making. Feli finally paused at a table right smack in the middle by the window which overlooked a small garden, where a figure could be seen picking Tomato's in the hot glowing American sun.
"Ve~ Here you go Al!~" Feli said happily before setting down there menu's and giggling at the both of them before going off to wait another pair that had just walked in. Arthur jerked his arm away from Alfred suspiciously and with slight anger. He took a breath before inquiring to him,
"J-Just who the bloody hell do you think you are? Forcing me to sit with you and acting like you know me or something!"
Alfred looked a bit confused before sitting down silently before talking again,
"You just seem interesting; I just wanted to talk to you a bit
" Arthur stared at him, checking for any funny crap he might be pulling, but only got a serious face. He sighed and sat down, scooting his chair in before putting his hands on the table and folding them.
"Okay fine. Let's talk. You could have at least just asked like that and not creep me out like you did."
"You would have said no!" Alfred shot back with a look of confusion.
"You're probably right." Arthur said back, smirking lightly when he saw the American pout lightly while he fingered the menu silently for a second before glancing back up to England. And to Arthur's surprise, he blushed lightly as he stared at him with his big blue eyes. Arthur furrowed his thick brows in slight confusion before asking,
"What? What's with the blush??"
Alfred immediately looked down, turning redder before shaking his head furiously, "N-Nothing!"
"It had to be somethingIs there anything on my face??" England questioned, putting his hands up to feel at his face quickly before hearing Alfred reply a quick and small "N-No
.Nothing's on your face
Arthur, still confused, looked down at his menu before beginning to skim through everything. They had pasta, pizza, Salad's, and Gelato and a bunch more. He looked over the top of his menu to glance at the young American, who was finally starting to let his blush fade as he looked over his own menu now, munching on one of the thin Italian breadsticks that sat in a cute little white tray in the middle of them.
Arthur finally decided on some fettuccine alfredo and some hot tea before closing his menu and looking at Alfred again. He was pretty cute
He must have a girlfriend or something like that
Why did he care?
Tried to ignore that question.
Feli came back, a slight pink blush on his cheeks now and he smiled goofily.
"V-Ve~ Have you two decided on anything yet?"
Arthur questioningly glanced at Feli, wondering why the heck everyone was blushing today, 'Could just be this God damned American heat of theirs
' before shaking his head and speaking,
"I'll have this
" He pointed out what he wanted because he felt he wouldn't be able to pronounce it correctly if he even tried. Feli nodded, quickly jotting it all down on his little notebook before turning and smiling at Alfred,
"I'll take this!" He said enthusiastically, pointing to something England couldn't see before smiling and handing Feli both their menus and glancing back to Arthur, who was now awkwardly flipping the dessert menu around.
Alfred decided to break the ice a different way this time.
"Dude, your eyebrows really are huge!" Slight emphasis on the huge and he put his own fingers on his own eyebrows. "Do you even trim them???" Arthur dropped the menu he was holding and gaped at him for a second,
"Excuse me?! My eyebrows are none of your concern! I'm proud to have them! There a sign of
"A sign that you like wearing mittens over your eyebrows dude. But seriously, theylook like two caterpillars just stuck to the place your brows are 'spose to be!" He laughed, finding his jokes funny, and Arthur scowled before going back at him,
"Yeah well, what in the bloody hell is that?" He asked, reaching over to flick Alfred's cowlick before snorting, "That's weird to me!"
Alfred attempted to smooth down his cowlick before smiling as it sprung right back up into its spot, unfazed by his action.
"Isn't it cute though?~ All the chicks dig it!"
"Uhm no, it is not cute, and the 'chick's' are probably just desperate." Alfred clutched at his heart before whining,
"Dude, that was harsh!"
"Quit calling me 'dude' you git. I have a name."
"But I call everyone dude!" Pause, ", But I suppose I'll call you Arthur, as long as you stop calling me a 'Git' or whatever that is."
"It's a slang term for 'Stupid' ." Arthur added, smirking lightly.
Alfred frowned lightly, but then blushed a bit, again. Arthur was confused as thoughts surged through his mind,
Why does he keep blushing?
It's sort of cute, right?
No no no, that's just weird. He's a man, he is NOT cute.
Decided not to answer those questions either.
They both waited in awkward silence, occasionally looking out the window or nibbling silently on the think Italian breadsticks until Feli hopped out of the kitchen, somehow managing to balance everything on his arms.
"Ve~ Food's here!~" He sang as Arthur put his napkin gently on his lap and rolled his eyes as Alfred just held his fork and knife eagerly.
Feli carefully set the steaming plates in front of each of them, Arthur noting how Alfred got regular spaghetti, with hundreds of meatballs everywhere on it too. He blankly stared as Alfred dug right into his food, getting sauce on the sides on his mouth and not bothering to wipe it off. He tried his best not to start bitching at him to wipe it off but it eventually got to him and he picked up his own napkin and grabbed him by the chin,
"Hey! Slow down already, Geez! It's not going to run away from you!" He started wiping his face, not bothered by the stares people where giving him, or the fact that Alfred was once again blushing as red as a tomato. When he finally got it all off, he sat back down and started to eat his own food, and Feli just smiled lightly to himself, before going back into the kitchen with the black tray.
Alfred continued to blush before silently picking up his fork again and swirling it around in his Spaghetti slowly. Arthur smirked at his small victory and sipped some of his black tea, noting how the kind from his homeland was much better. They ate in silence, before Arthur placed his napkin over his plate and sighed.
"Well, that was pretty good. I don't eat Italian food very often."
I like coming to this place." Alfred said, beginning to brighten up a bit. "I know the brother's that run it after all~ I actually built this place." He added, with a proud tone as he glanced it over with Arthur, who was actually looking a bit
"Really? You built it?" Arthur asked, looking around at the small fountain in the middle, which had hundreds of pennies and small change lying in the bottom, creating a sparkling effect against the beautiful carved roof with small narrow windows creating a nice, lightly sunny atmosphere for the middle of the fountain. And all the wooden imprints on the side's that blossomed up into the middle of the room, and decorated with real plants that hung and gently rolled from the A.C.
Arthur was pretty impressed, and Alfred could tell as he watched him stare at it all for another moment.
"Of course I built it dude, everything in hereExcept the furniture that is, was built by me and the guys!" He said, smiling pretty widely and tapping the wall and pointing out everything for Arthur to see.
"Impressive I suppose." Arthur retorted, trying not to hide the small smile that formed as soon as he saw Alfred pout a little bit. He quickly recovered though, as soon as Feli came by to collect their plates, still wearing a goofy smile and a light pink blush, right as his brother walked in to inspect the business.
"OiFeli! You shouldn't be carrying all those at once!" The brother rushed over and grabbed the stack quickly as Feli's arm wobbled slightly and the pile landed on Romano's hand easily. Feli blushed harshly and started to profusely apologize, mainly to his older brother.
"Sorry Fratello, Sorry, sorry!"
Romano tapped Feli's head and smiled lightly at him, "It's fine Feli, just try to be more careful, okay? I can't have you getting hurt." Romano instructed, pulling the straw hat he'd been wearing out in the garden off and going back into the kitchen. "Let's go." Feli nodded slightly, before picking up the glasses from the table with the other couple and placing down a check before following after his Fratello into the kitchen again. Arthur blinked once before sighing and standing up, his chair sliding back behind him.
Thanks for having me out with you
." Arthur mumbled awkwardly, before pulling out a leather wallet and slapping down some cash exact to what he ordered. Alfred looked down at it for a second before looking up a bit hopefully,
"I-I'll see you again, right Arthur? I mean, you'll be here for
"I'll only be here for a month, to gather up the information I need before going back to England." Arthur replied, before shoving his wallet back into his pocket and pushing his chair back in. "I'm not here permanently or anything."
Alfred wasn't satisfied with this. He jumped up as Arthur excited the building after tossing some bills next to the check and dashing out after him. He got outside, and instantly shaded his hand over his eyes to escape the harsh glare of the bright golden sun. He looked around, over the streets and sidewalks, and at passing buses until he realized it.