Upon awakening, it was clear to Autumn that she was not in her room. She recognized the room as Corvi's; the gently glowing silvery walls and elegantly modern furniture told her all she needed to know. Her forehead throbbed dully and incessantly. She rubbed her temples and attempted to recall the night before.
A blur of Arthur drinking and her watching YouTube, drunk as well, surfaced when she closed her eyes. She frowned. How lame! She shook her head to rid herself of the blurred memories, gulping back the nausea that crept up her throat. She continued to sift through her memories. Another one surfaced, not so blurred.
Corvi was below her and the things Autumn was doing were not the kind Autumn wished to speak of, nor really even remember. She felt the heat creep up her cheeks and wrap itself around her throat. She opened her eyes and looked at Corvi. No wonder Corvi was still sound asleep. Autumn hadn't done that kind of thing to her in a long while. Slowly and carefully, Autumn got out of bed and stumbled to her room.
On her way, she managed to look at the clock in the hallway and noticed it was eight in the morning. She sighed. It was too early to have gotten up, but she really just wanted to lie down in her own bed. She shuffled to her room's door, opened it and stepped inside. Her eyes widened at the sight she beheld.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
Alfred and Arthur jolted into the world of the awake, their eyes wide at her yelling. Arthur grasped at Alfred's arms, feeling more secure in them. Alfred clutched at Arthur to keep him safe. After all, the fire in Autumn's eyes seemed as though they might actually burn holes through the pair.
"YOU LITTLE SHITS FUCKED EACH OTHER IN MY FUCKING BED AND MADE A MESS?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?! YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING SHITTING ME, RIGHT? OF COURSE YOU'RE NOT, YOU ASS DICK DOUCHE CANOES! I HAVE TO WASH THAT SHIT! NOW I HAVE TO TOUCH YOUR NASTY ASS BODILY FLUIDS! OH MY GOD I SHOULD KILL YOU BOTH! YOU DOUCHE CANOES!" With a screech of rage, Autumn stormed out of the room and out to the living room area, ready to murder anyone in her path.
Meanwhile, Alfred and Arthur clung to each other. Alfred was actually shaking a little. "She's really scary..." Alfred finally mumbled a few moments later. Arthur nodded. "Very." Slowly, they let go over each other and stared into each other's eyes. Alfred's cheeks dusted pink and he looked away, biting his lip. "You do remember last night, right?" Alfred mumbled.
Arthur shrugged. "Sort of. I remember getting drunk, falling asleep, and then..." Arthur's face turned crimson at the memory of the prior night's events. He shivered with pleasure. "Yeah, I remember really, really, really well after that." A smirk played at Alfred's lips. "Good. So you kept your promise." Arthur nodded quickly then turned his attention to another important subject.
"Where are my trousers, anyway?" Alfred shrugged. "Somewhere. I think you're the one who threw them off before you passed out, since you were drunk and all." Arthur got up, his face red, searching for his missing pair of pants. "Shouldn't you be more worried about your boxers, though?" He turned to Alfred, who was holding his boxers and twirling the article of clothing around his right index finger, smirking broadly. Arthur frowned, his crimson face burning even redder. He wobbled over to Alfred and snatched his clothing back from him.
"You are a grade 'A' git." Alfred shrugged. "I know." Arthur slipped his boxers on, still looking around the room for his clothing. Alfred, meanwhile, had already located his own clothing and was sliding into his jeans when Arthur finally found his pants. "Trousers!" Arthur shouted, holding his pants in the air, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Where's your shirt?" Arthur sighed. "Dammit! I knew I was forgetting something!" Another hunt began, and soon, Arthur found his shirt. He quickly put it on, glancing at Alfred, blushing. Alfred smirked in amusement. He got up and encircled his arms around Arthur's waist, standing behind him and burying his head in Arthur's neck. Arthur shivered. Alfred's warm breath tickled him in a pleasant way. He felt a pair of lips brush against his skin and heat flooded through his cheeks. They stayed that way for a few moments until Arthur broke the silence.
"Um, Alfred, not to ruin the moment or anything, but I'm hungry." At that moment, Arthur's stomach let a low rumble resound. Alfred chuckled and lifted his head. "Let's get some food, then!" They hurried from the room and into the kitchen. Corvi was nowhere to be found, although Autumn was cooking at the stove, her mouth in a straight line, her eyebrows furrowed. Her lips moved as she cooked breakfast. "Stupid douche canoes...Next time I'll dirty their stupid bed with bodily fluids...Ew, no I won't. That would be weird...Ugh, I should ask that Frenchie to do it for me, then..."
Her eyes widened as she realized what she had said and she looked up, wondering if Arthur or Alfred, whom she had seen enter, had heard her.
She sighed in relief. Both were talking and laughing without regard for Autumn. She went back to frowning and cooking for the next few minutes. Arthur and Alfred waited for breakfast, telling jokes and talking about random things. Although Alfred had heard Autumn mention a Frenchie, he disregarded it as a misheard mumble. As Autumn put breakfast on the table--eggs, bacon, and pancakes--Corvi shuffled out to the dinning room. All heads turned to her.
Her hair was mussed up, and dark circles underlined her eyes. She wore a gray, tight tank top and shorts she affectionately referred to as her 'I-Can't-Wear-These-Anywhere-But-At-Home' Booty shorts. She yawned and stretched her arms to the sides, squeezing her eyes shut, every muscle in her arms becoming taunt.
Alfred noticed Autumn blush slightly at Corvi and wondered why she was suddenly embarrassed at seeing Corvi in such a way. It seemed as though Corvi wore that sort of attire all the time. Arthur himself was embarrassed at seeing her like that and spoke indignantly, "Put some decent clothes on, you git!" Corvi ignored him and glanced at breakfast.
"Ugh, I hate eggs." Autumn frowned. "I know that. But Arthur and Alfred might like eggs. And I like eggs, too." Corvi rolled her eyes. "The smell of eggs makes me feel sick."
"No it doesn't, Corvi. Now sit down and start eating." Corvi nodded and did so. Alfred and Arthur followed suit and Autumn was the last to serve herself. They all ate in silence, which both Arthur and Alfred found odd as Autumn and Corvi normally had long, strange conversations, like the one at dinner the night before.
It was even stranger that morning, as Autumn's cheeks were crimson and Corvi's own cheeks were almost the same deep red color. Finally, Alfred decided to find out what happened. "Yo, why are you two chicks all red and stuff? Like, what happened last night?" Autumn bit her lip and looked up, her eyes seemingly about to shoot laser beams at him.
"Alfred, I will explain to you in utmost detail if you wish after breakfast. But for now, suffice it to say, I can say exactly what happened in two words." Alfred raised an eyebrow.
"Those two words are...?"
The clinking of forks on plates froze. Arthur's eyed widened and Alfred raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. Corvi's cheeks turned even redder, if that was possible. "Cagna! You weren't supposed to say nothing!"
Autumn narrowed her eyes. "It's, 'You weren't supposed to say anything.' What you said was a double negative, signifying that I should have said something." Corvi growled and stood up. "I give no shits about grammar at this point, Sophia." Autumn rose from the table, slamming her palms loudly against the wooden surface. Alfred and Arthur jumped in surprise, and Arthur clutched Alfred's arm out of habit. Alfred softly patted his hand to assure him that he was okay and Alfred would protect him should anything happen and the two girls decided to tear each other two pieces.
"Battle of the scary Europeans..." Alfred mumbled. Arthur stifled a chuckle. Autumn turned to him, her eyes seemingly ablaze. "I AM NOT EUROPEAN, YOU DOUCHE DICK. I AM A CUBAN WOMAN AND IF YOU FUCK WITH ME I WILL SLAP YOU IN THE FACE WITH A CHANCLA!" Alfred winced and shut his mouth instantly. Autumn turned and continued to glare at Corvi.
"You want to play at using real names, huh? Okay then, Emmy," Autumn said, her hands still positioned against the table, a smirk at her lips. Corvi turned a shade so red with anger, Alfred almost thought her cheeks were surely on fire. "I SWEAR TO GOD, AUTONNO! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE MY NAME. YOU WANT TO GO?"
"FUCK YEAH, YOU MIDGET ASSHOLE!"
"I AM NOT A MIDGET, YOU BITCH FUCKER!"
"IF I'M A BITCH FUCKER THEN YOU MUST BE THE BITCH I FUCKED!"
The argument went on until Arthur finally tired of it. He stood up as well. "Stop it, you wankers!" He barked. Autumn and Corvi turned to him, still angry. "What is it, Arthur?" Autumn growled. "Why are you even fighting? You screwed. So what?" Autumn bit her lip, still angry. "You won't understand, Arthur, until you've been through what I've been through in my life."
Autumn left the table and rushed to her room. A loud slam of a door was heard. Corvi sighed, suddenly understanding Autumn's reason for anger. She sat down and stared at her plate of food. Arthur began to get up, to see if Autumn was alright, but Corvi held up a hand. "Leave her alone. I know what's wrong. I'll speak to her later. No, I will not explain her reason for throwing a childish tantrum. For now, eat your breakfasts, and afterwards, go home, please." Without arguing, they did as they were told, and about twenty minutes later, both Arthur and Alfred were emerging from the elevator on the bottom floor of the apartment building.
They walked out in silence and were soon on the bus back to their apartment complex. Finally, on the bus, Arthur spoke. "Did you notice something about Autumn when she left?" Alfred nodded. His mind was whirling with what he had seen. "You saw that strange glow in her eyes, then?" Alfred nodded again, still too absorbed in his thoughts to form words. Arthur shrugged. "Must've been a trick of the lights," Arthur said, sighing and brushing the incident off.
Alfred's mind slowly pieced it together. Corvi telling him Autumn was employed and that he knew her employer. Francis and what he had told him all those days ago. Hearing Autumn mumbling something about a Frenchie that morning. It all came together and Alfred went pale at the realization.
Arthur raised an eyebrow at Alfred's pale face. "Are you alright, Alfred?" He gently placed his hand to Alfred's forehead. "No fever...Are you okay, Alfred? Alfred?" Alfred blinked. "I'm fine." He mumbled. "I'm just fine. It's just... Nothing. I'll tell you later." Arthur raised an eyebrow and shrugged. Alfred continued to think, his mind racing.
Autumn's employer had to be Francis. But why would Francis employ a normal, human girl, and for what reason? Alfred's eyes widened. Another realization hit him. Autumn wasn't normal and, possibly, not even human. The fact that he had seen her eyes glowing bright blue and the tips of her fingers sparking with electricity as she had left--a fact he'd only seen because he'd paid close attention to her--proved it.
But what was Autumn's purpose? Why was Corvi there with her? There were still pieces of the puzzle that didn't fit in for Alfred, and so he'd have to wait until more information fell into his lap to put all those pieces together.
Soon enough, the pair arrived at their apartment and made their way up to their home quietly. "I'm going to shower," Arthur said quietly as they walked through the door. Alfred nodded, rushed past him to his room, closed the door, and locked it. Arthur raised an eyebrow at his actions, but shrugged it off.
Even so, as he made his way to the bathroom, he wondered what could have caused Alfred to become so serious.
Alfred, meanwhile, lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering where Francis was. At that moment, he heard a soft, accented voice by his ear. "I'm right here, mon ami." Alfred nearly jumped out of his skin. He pushed himself up and sat up, glaring at Francis. "Don't do that, you stupid Frenchie!" Francis was sitting next to him on the bed and pressed his index finger to his own lips, signifying that Alfred should lower his voice.
"You met Autumn, non?" Alfred nodded and frowned. "You asked her to be here. Why, though?" Francis smirked. "You should already know." Alfred shook his head. "No, I don't know, you idiot. That's why I'm asking you." Francis sighed. "Think, mon ami." Alfred thought and came up with nothing. He shook his head and the Frenchman sighed again. "Have you spoken to Arthur yet about what you know?" Again, Alfred shook his head.
"Wow, you're really keeping everytheeng a secret, mon dieu." Alfred rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, I don't want Arthur to freak out or anything. I want to talk to him, but I don't know how." Francis rolled his own eyes now. "So many pieces and yet no way to glue them all together. What a pity. I will come see you when you begin to see a clearer picture." As Alfred was about to speak, Francis disappeared before his eyes, leaving him with even more questions than before.
A/N: Very weird chapter and probably highly disorganized. I know. Ugh. School has my brain fried so I'm sorry if a lot doesn't make sense. But yeah. Um. I have a plan. Sorta. Be afraid. Very, very afraid. Another thing; HOLY SHIBE 33 LIKES AND 32 FAVORITES WAT. I love all you humans who like to read this rambling mess of a thing. Grazie!