I sat back heavily onto the cushioned seats of the airplane. Sitting stiffly, not because I was afraid of riding on a plane, but because I just realized what I was doing. I've just boarded a plane to England, to find Arthur, the love of my life.
Well, just the fact that I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA where in all of Great Britain, my little Brit is at.
Smacking a hand over my forehead I whispered to myself, "I'm such a fucking idiot."
"Oi, no need to degrade ya'self that far, just fer sitting in ma seat mate." Came the amused reply.
I peeked up through my fingers, my eyes settling on the guy with the Australian accent. He had brown hair styled back, green eyes, and small bandage over his nose.
Once I realized he was talking to me, I shot up from my seat.
"Oh this is your seat? My bad, man!" I apologized quickly, awkwardly shuffling out of the small isle. I swear I'm going to go on a diet after all this drama blows over. I don't want to end up like Mattie after all.
"Is alright. No harm no foul." He slipped past me, easily maneuvering into the seat I just vacated. Something about this guy was familiar, I just couldn't figure out what.
Meh, whatever. Enough checking out strangers.
I took the seat next to him, while the brunette went about storing his luggage. Drowning out all the commotion of the plane, my mind drifted back to a week ago, when all this was planned out.
"What are you going to do Alfred. Surely you 'ave a plan, oui?" Asked Francis, stroking his stubble while he watched the unmoving lump under the bed.
"Francis is right, you can't just mope around here forever. Take me my awesome advice and forget about 'em!" The German argued, poking at Alfred.
"How about you listen to me, and go apologize?" Matthew advised, heaving a big sigh when Alfred stayed quiet. He'd been like this since the fight, and he was sick of it.
Americans weren't suppose to be silent this long. The Canadian worried for his health.
A barely audible mumble came from under the covers. Gilbert, who was the closest to him, merely raised a silver brow and shared a look with the other two in the room.
Matthew rolled his eyes, but nonetheless got up from his spot on the floor and walked over to his best friend. Bending down so that he could hear better, he asked Alfred to repeat himself.
"He said there's no point. Apparently 'he fucked the hell up' and that's why he's giving up."
A loud groan came from Gilbert, "Man stop being such a pussy. If you really love him so much, go after him!"
"He's got a point you know, le amour conquers all~" Added in the Frenchie.
No answer. The air felt heavy with Alfred's anguish.
"Come on Al, heros don't give up. What about the gift?" The Canadian gently reminded him. All jokes aside, it was really heartbreaking to see his friend so down.
That got a reaction. The lump slowly shifted as Alfred sat up.
"You look like shit."
Matthew elbowed his boyfriend in the ribs, but he had a point. Alfred was pale with dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a mess and dirty looking, and he still had tear streaks on his face.
"I'm not giving up, but how the hell am I going to go after him? He's probably already arrived in England. I don't have the money for a plane ticket, I can't just pull it out of my ass ya know."
Alfred explained, his lips quirking up in a small smile.
"Well you can't, but I can." Matthew replied, reaching into his back pocket and taking out his phone. After a brief conversation in French that neither Alfred or Gilbert could understand, the curly-haired blonde ended the call with a click.
"There it's set."
"What is?" Gilbert and Alfred asked simultaneously, and Matthew just grinned.
"I may or may not have a rich stepmom who likes to spoil me."
Shocked silence greeted him, until Francis let out a slow whistle. "Looks, personality, ass, and money. Gilbert, mon friend, you picked a good one."
Gilbert playfully socked him, shaking his head in awe, while Alfred stared at Matthew with his mouth agape.
Chuckling a little, he patted the shocked American on the back, "Don't worry, you can always pay me back."
He tenderly hugged Alfred when he saw tears well up in his eyes. Soon two others joined in, and the four of them stood and enveloped their friend.
"Alright, alright enough with the love fest. You gotta start packing and planning because your flight is next Thursday." Matthew said, breaking away from the love fest.
"How'd you get it so early?" Asked a curious Gilbert.
"I pulled some strings." Matthew replied, shooting a wink at the German.
"Stop flirting and help moi help this distraught creature! He looks hideous, nothing like the American we know!" Assessed Francis, tugging on Alfred's dirty old shirt.
The latter only rolled his eyes back, and collapsed on the bed again.
"Gah! Stupid American! You messed up ze hair!"
I really am thankful for the Lord O' Mighty to give me such awesome friends. But all their efforts to help me patch things up Artie are gonna all go to waste.
Honestly, I guess it must have slipped my mind that England is not just a state, it's an actual country with a lot of people. How in the holy hell am I ever gonna find Artie?
Le sigh~ I'm such a stupid hoe.
Pulling out my earphones, I realized that everyone had settled down and were all waiting for the plane to take off.
Now, as you can imagine, I'm not exactly fond of plane rides. I like planes just fine, it's just that the trip bores me to death. There ain't nobody to talk to, and since I sit in one place so long, my ass gets so numb, I forget how to walk normally.
Taking a peek at the Australian guy from before, I realized something. The reason he looked so gosh darn familiar! Those eyebrows!
"Hey! Do you know the Kirkland family?!" I asked frantically, leaning in a bit too close in my excitement.
He looked up from his magazine and gave me a funny look, "Yeah, but I don't think we're talking about the same one."
"No, no, no, we are. The Kirkland family, the one with large eyebrows. There's a guy named Arthur Kirkland, he's in college with me!" I explained enthusiastically. I knew this mofo was a Kirkland, there's no other explanation for those eyebrows.
"Uh-huh, I know 'em. So you go to school with him." He asked, still giving me a suspicious look.
I then proceeded to explain to him my association to Artie, going as far to reveal our relationship and showing him some pictures Artie and I had taken together before.
By the time the plane had ascended into the sky, he knew a little about the reason I was trying to find him.
"Yeah, yeah, he's my cousin. There's gonna be a small family reunion for Christmas, I could take you there with me if ya need."
"Ohmygerd, dude that'd be really awesome of you!" I asked, thrilled that I would meet up with Artie after all.
"No problem, chap." He grinned, and at that moment I realized things were actually going according to plan for once.
Oh God bless.
I started this fic in 2012.