UKUS: Last Chance C.11UKUS: Last Chance C.11 by Annabelle-Kirkland
The minute the car stopped Alfred unbuckled and slammed the door open so he could run across the driveway. Matthew looked up barely, motions delayed most likely from pain. Seeing the American his eyes filled with tears and he managed to get to his feet, keeping his balance.
Al immediately hugged Matt, sorrow filling his emotions. He held him close, not wanting to let go. His mind was full of thoughts, a majority of it bad. He had been stupid and rash he had let his brother take his punishment. Yeah, some hero he was when he couldn’t even protect the Canadian.
Mattie was shocked that’s for sure but he wrapped his arms around him in return to being embraced, burying his face in his shoulder. “Alfred…” he mumbled, tears pricking at the back of his eyes.
Al squeezed his brother close, that horrible feeling in his stomach once again. His voice sounded like a croak, barely audible. He was cold too and his clothes were wet from the rain. How
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America yawned, stretching as class seemed to drag forever on. He was getting beyond bored and wanting to go get something to eat. He had five or four McDonald’s gift cards he could use anyway. He glanced over as England jotted noted down, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.
“Nerd…” he mumbled, leaning back in his chair a little so he could rock back and forth as the teacher’s voice droned on and on. Arthur looked up, glaring at the American. Those green eyes seemed to light like glow sticks and burn through his skull. He honestly used to be terrified of that look before he developed a relationship with him.
“Excuse me?” England hissed, keeping his voice down so he wouldn’t get in trouble, “Are you in grade school?” He felt like punching the brat for being such a child, but he would hate to get in trouble over something so stupid. Instead he kept calm and continued writing down notes.
UKUS: Last Chance C.10UKUS: Last Chance C.10 by Annabelle-Kirkland
WHOO HOO!!!! CHAPTER TEN FINALLY!!! As some of you know, I am doing a contest where you can draw your own cover for this little story. There are prizes, so check out the journal. I can give you a link in the description below. Have fun reading!!!
Alfred’s eyelids fluttered open as bright sunlight flooded his vision, making him groan a little. He couldn’t breathe out his nose still, but the headache was gone for now. Apparently those pills did help him after all. He didn’t know if his fever was still there or not, but he felt a hell lot better.
He rolled off the couch and struggled to get to his feet, muscles sore and stiff. He would have to fix that later but at the moment he had more important things to worry about. It hit him hard that he realized today he would have to go home or else Mr. Kirkland could get in some big trouble. That just about made him want to start puking his guts out since he knew there was only one thing that would be waiting for h
UKUS: Last Chance C.7UKUS: Last Chance C.7 by Annabelle-Kirkland
Alfred shivered violently as he managed to get out of the car, his cold clothes sticking to his body. He coughed hard, freezing due to the horrible wind blowing on him as well. Mr. Kirkland tsked and led the teenager down the driveway, to the porch. “You’re lucky I found you young man,” he scolded as he fished his keys out of his pocket, “It’s too cold to be out when it’s also pouring! We were supposed to get hail as well! Judging by the coughing,” he quickly felt his forehead, “And burning body heat you’re probably sick. What if you had gotten a horrid fever and passed out on the sidewalk? Someone could have run you over and like that you would have died! You prat!”
The house was three stories, a basement, a main floor, and a second floor. The outside was a solid oak brown wood, the door pitch black, the windows as clear as crystal, and the garden still looked beautiful in the pouring rain.
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It was the only thing on Arthur's mind at the moment, even though it was three months away ((you can never be too prepared)); he couldn't find out what to get the American!
He surely wasn't going to cook the idiot anything, Alfred probably wouldn't want anything that wasn't a burger, and there was no way that Arthur was going to 'cook' a disgusting piece of greasy meat for him.
Arthur had been brainstorming for days, until he had thought of the perfect idea. Now he just needed an envelope, a stamp, some stationary, and a pen. He also needed to do a little bit of research.
"Dude, hey, dude!"
Arthur woke to somebody poking him in the ribs.
"Go away you git."
"Dude, the library's about to close."
Arthur looked up to see that he had indeed fallen asleep at the library, in front of one of the computers.
To his relief, the computer screen was on sleep mode, so Alfred wouldn't be able to see what he was doing.
Wait, back that up.
The Bestest Summer EverThe Bestest Summer Ever by BlissLawliet
"HURRY UP!" I shouted and regretted it as soon as I said it
"Mr. Jones! Another outburst like that and I'll make sure to enroll you into summer school in a heartbeat!" I bit my lip and sighed glaring at that stupid clock, why won't time go faster??? I HATED being in Ms. Karpusi's class!
I tap my fingers on the desk waiting for the teacher to get her eyes off me, I tried all year to get on her good side but I picked on her son, Heracles, in middle school, because he was from Greece and I kept saying he had a funny accent and I called him a bear because he almost slept through each class. But I mean hey I was a kid, kids are stupid! Though it was meant as a joke it was kinda funny. But he was kind of chubby then and so everyone thought I was calling him fat- but I was never THAT mean! Heck I wasn't even mean, just stupid! But he didn't even notice since he slept all the time, and still does!
I mean he always is asleep, but gets decent grades.