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PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jun 19 2016, 01:28 PM
❛ to a different place
At first Alfred intended to visit Arthur at his job. The last he'd heard, the nation who raised him was working as a veterinarian of sorts for the magical creatures of Elestis. It took some asking around for Alfred to learn that Arthur Kirkland was no longer doing the job that he'd told Alfred he was undertaking in Elestis. Instead, he was a member of the Elestis parliament - Something that did not surprise Alfred in the least once he thought about it.
"Huh. So you can't stay out of the action either, can you old man?" Alfred chuckled under his breath. He was a Hialao council member now as well. Given his many years of diplomatic experience as a nation, he couldn't help but get involved with the politics of Hialao. He could only assume that Arthur felt the same way, given that he was now working for the parliament of Elestis. It helped to ease the homesickness a bit, if only slightly.
That Arthur worked for the Elestis parliament meant that Alfred had to explore the area in a bit more detail. Once again he had to search for where it was located and hunt it down, but finally he arrived at the castle. A castle, of course. Elestis would have a castle. No wonder Arthur felt so at home in Elestis, between the magical creatures and the castles. He was fairly certain they even used pounds for currency!
Eventually he found himself in the living quarters of the castle and outside of Arthur's door. He rapped at the door in what would doubtlessly be a familiar and animated way that Arthur wold probably recognize
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jul 3 2016, 10:31 PM
If there was one virtue Arthur valued in a home, it was privacy.
The parliament living quarters weren't bad in that respect. It was high up in the air, which didn't make it easy for random people to just come knocking, so when Arthur felt like sitting down with his embroidery and just enjoy some peace, his quarters were a safe bet. If he wanted to socialise, he'd bloody well go out to a pub and do it himself.
He was about halfway finished with his current project ("Spain is a wanker", and the floral pattern he was trying this time was a new one) when the sudden, high-spirited knocking on his door caused his hands to still and his head to jerk up in dismay. Indeed, he recognised it, though he certainly wasn't expecting this impromptu call. It wasn't as though he'd forgotten about Alfred (he doubted he ever would... not least because the American would shove himself back into Arthur's life if he even tried. Not because the Brit was sentimental or anything, shut the fuck up), but he simply hadn't the time for dalliances, and besides, Alfred had said he'd visit Elestis at some point.
Was Arthur displeased at the prospect of seeing him again? Well... he wouldn't go that far. But he only would have admitted this had Alfred not been right there at his doorstep.
As it was, Arthur automatically heaved a sigh at the mere presence of his former ward.
"No thank you, we don't want any visitors, well-wishers or distant relations," he called out, although unlike Bilbo Baggins, he knew exactly who was at the door and was hardly falling over himself to let him in.
(But, if anything, he did have to give Alfred credit for not flat-out bashing his door down.)
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jul 19 2016, 08:44 PM
❛ to a different place
Alfred recalled their conversation at the bathhouse in Wildewall well enough to know that the other nation told him not to visit his house. That was when Arthur was working a different job, however. How was Alfred to know where to find Arthur to meet up with him without tracking him down to the most likely place he'd be - the place where he lived? And Alfred intended to say as much if Arthur asked.
As the younger nation stood at the older nation's door, Alfred heard Arthur's response and started to chuckle. "That's a nice try Bilbo, but you're not gonna send me away that easy!" Yes, Alfred recognized the reference. He hadn't exactly read J.R.R. Tolkien's works straight off the bat, but as soon as the Lord of the Rings movies became big Alfred opted to read the source material. Contrary to popular belief, Alfred could and did read. He read a lot more when he was younger than he did now (leaning toward TV and movies instead), but he could still sit down and enjoy a good book from time to time.
Alfred gave a few more knocks at the door. He wasn't sure if this would do the trick but it was worth a shot. He folded his arms and leaned against the door jam on his side of the door while he waited for the response.
Moreover, Alfred did not intend to let his former caretaker chase him away that easily. He'd come to Elestis with a specific purpose to visit the old man, and he didn't plan on going anywhere else any time soon
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Aug 20 2016, 04:25 PM
Yeah, of course he wasn't going away. What else was Arthur expecting, honestly.
Grumbling internally, the Brit resigned himself to his fate and set his embroidery down on the nightstand before getting up to answer the door. Was Alfred here to drag him out somewhere? That was plausible, as was the possibility of him simply barging into his living space and making himself at home. Arthur wasn't sure which one was more bothersome. He couldn't imagine his room holding any sort of interest for Alfred, with its worn, yellowing spellbooks and craft materials and potted plants instead of anything loud or flashy; there wasn't even have a television in here. At least going elsewhere would mean other things to distract him, and subsequently less complaining.
But either way, he wasn't going to be able to avoid Alfred talking his ear off the entire time, so he supposed rather grumpily that it didn't make a difference.
When he swung the door open, there was Alfred leaning nonchalantly beside it, an exact image of the carefree teenager he acted like nearly all the time. Arthur tossed him a starkly disapproving look, resisting the urge to grab Alfred's shoulders and straighten them for him. How many times had he told him to correct his posture, damn it? He didn't raise the other nation to be a classless slob.
"Fancy seeing you here," he deadpanned, folding his arms instead. "Do you need something?" The question was posed in the same sort of tone that a parent might ask their child, "What do you want from me this time? Money? Car keys?" (Neither of which Arthur would be willing to fork over to Alfred, incidentally. Especially the money—he'd heard enough complaints from China to know about Alfred's track record with debt.)
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Sep 5 2016, 12:38 PM
❛ to a different place
Why would Alfred come all this way just to turn away, honestly? Arthur should have known better than that! Alfred wouldn't have stopped by Arthur's living quarters had Arthur dropped him a line (somehow) that he was no longer working as a veterinarian in Elestis. Alfred had no way of finding his former caretaker without looking into where he lived at that point.
Alfred let out a snort when Arthur asked him if he needed something. "Nah, just wanted to see you old man. Had a hard time finding you, why didn't you tell me you switched jobs?" The younger nation wore a grin on his face. Not that contacting Alfred with such information was particularly easy when they'd never exchanged contact information for Gossamer.
Though to be fair, Alfred hadn't told Arthur about his..second career (he couldn't call it a career change when he still worked as a police officer as well). "You run into anyone? Met Kiku in Hialao!" He was curious as to whether there were additional nations lurking around the area. It seemed as though he was coming across more and more as time went on.
He was fairly certain that Kiku and Arthur got along decently, and thus Arthur wouldn't mind meeting up with Japan once discovering that he was in Gossamer. He might as well pass on the news! Alfred knew that he was beyond thrilled to find Kiku after all. Though he did wonder if there were any others and where they might be
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Sep 21 2016, 08:53 PM
He hadn't told Alfred about his job switch because, truth to be told, he's simply never gotten around to it—and besides, he wasn't in the habit of updating people on every little detail of his life, considering how rarely he socialised on a personal level. How rude of him.
"Oh, excuse me, I should have rang you. With a phone number I do not have." Arthur put on an expression of feigned remorse to match his sarcastic tone. Seeing how Alfred had gone to all the effort of tracking him down though, it was here that he relented at last: he retreated back into the room, leaving the door open so that his visitor could come in if he so wanted.
At Alfred's comment about bumping into Kiku, Arthur hardly gave any more reaction than a raised eyebrow. He wasn't particularly surprised. The two nations lived in the same dimension, and they were quite close (almost annoyingly so, Arthur thought grumpily... could he not have one friend without the American monopolising them, goddamn).
"Japan? Yeah, I've seen him too," he said, although he did not feel like going into the details of that little encounter. If Alfred found out that Arthur had been bulldozed into a fountain, there would be no end to the laughter, he'd swear to god.
"And..." He hesitated. "And Spain," Arthur added after a long, awkward pause. "Can't say where he lives though. I don't know if he even has a home at all, the lazy bastard." That last bit came out like a disparaging scoff as Arthur slipped into his usual habit of griping whenever his old foe came up in conversation.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Oct 1 2016, 10:46 AM
❛ to a different place
Alfred was about to open his mouth to protest when he realized that Arthur had a point. "Do you even have phones here in Elestis? I could at least give you my address so you can send letters if you need to get a hold of me." Indeed, it might not have been a bad idea to exchange addresses and/or phone numbers the last time that they met up. Oh Alfred was well aware that he got on Arthur's nerves on occasion - he wasn't as oblivious as others seemed to think he was, though he had his moments. But it was fun!
He was mildly surprised - and actually a tad disappointed - that Arthur had already run into Kiku as well. "You did? Was he here or did you come to visit Hialao?" Not that it really mattered, but Alfred was honestly curious. He'd wanted to be the one to reveal the good news that Kiku was in the multiverse and yet Arthur had already met up with him.
It was Alfred's turn to be surprised when he heard that Spain was around. He couldn't help but chuckle in amusement at Arthur's tone as he spoke of Antonio. "He's a drifter then?" Alfred had come across a few other drifters - one of whom was another nation, in fact. He'd briefly considered that option himself, but as a citizen of Hialao he could get involved with the grander scheme of things that were going on in the multiverse. He wouldn't find himself in a position of power as a drifter.
Though Alfred enjoyed meeting all of the new faces that he was meeting within Gossamer, he did enjoy meeting up with old faces from time to time. He made him feel less disjointed and out of place. "How're you liking the new job?" Alfred both kept his old one as a police officer and and got involved with Hialao's council but he enjoyed it nevertheless
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 12 2017, 12:42 AM
"I do have a mobile, but to answer your question, I don't really use it here, no. It's usually for contacting people outside of Elestis." That being said, Arthur took any chance he could to phone people instead of the letters and scrolls that others fancied using around here. He may have been more used to the magical atmosphere of Elestis compared to his fellow nations, but that didn't mean he was quick to throw away all the conveniences of modern life.
Arthur started to withdraw his phone and do the whole ritual of exchanging numbers, but paused as soon as he took it out of his pocket. "Tell me you're not going to blow my phone up with texts or—those 'meme' things, or whatever your lot is into these days." The older nation really didn't understand the culture of these technology-obsessed youth. He supposed he'd get used to it in time, like he did with every other advancement that had happened since ancient times, but sometimes the younger generations' nonsense flew right over his head.
Alfred's reaction to hearing that Arthur and Kiku had already met made Arthur smirk just a bit. He could tell that Alfred was looking forward to being the one to break the news, and beating his former colony to the punch was something the Brit savoured whenever he could—it didn't happen very often at all anymore. (On one hand, England was proud of it, but at the same time, it was endlessly aggravating how much America had grown in such a short span of time.)
In any case though, he wasn't particularly eager to share details about the encounter. "I was in Hialao. Business trip," he explained curtly. Nope, still not going into details. Alfred could just carry on with his life believing that Arthur and Kiku had simply bumped into one another on the street, and that it was a dull and completely ordinary meeting.
Talking about Spain wasn't much better in terms of comfortable conversation topics. "Yeah, he wanders round here and there. Seems to find himself here in Elestis quite a bit though—more often than I'd like, really..." And each one of those visits where they encountered one another had, so far, ended in disaster.
To his relief, Alfred continued by asking about work, which was something Arthur could talk about much more easily. "It's all right. A lot closer to what we do back home, and I figured I'd make myself useful in the bigger scheme of things while I'm stuck here," he admitted. He did it to the point of being accused of being a workaholic, but it was the best way to stave off any feelings of restlessness that crept up on him. Nations, especially one like England who once had the globe in the palm of his hand, were not accustomed to staying idle. While he spoke, Arthur settled himself back into his chair. He let his guard down rather quickly; it was easy to be honest with Alfred when they were on a subject like this, because America was one of the few people in the multiverse who would understand where he was coming from, being a nation himself.
"You're still doing your police officer work, I presume?" he added, picking up his embroidery again.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 14 2017, 06:49 PM
❛ to a different place
..oh, Arthur still had his phone? That made things a lot easier! "Well..if you need to contact me I'd be out of Elestis so.." Not that Arthur would necessarily need to contact him in the first place, but it wouldn't hurt for the two of them to exchange numbers. There were only a handful of nations in Gossamer after all, and Alfred couldn't help but think it would be a good idea for as many of them to remain in touch as possible.
Alfred couldn't help but grin at Arthur's next comment. "Course I won't, I'll only use it for important things..mostly." He shot Arthur a smile of mock innocence..but he was sincere nonetheless. He wouldn't hit up Arthur's phone unless he needed to for the most part, though he still might send a goofy message every once in a while. He wrote down his number for Arthur and handed the paper over to Arthur for safekeeping.
So Antonio made his way to Elestis often, did he? :That certainly stood out to Alfred. "Well duh, I'm sure that he's coming here to see you ." He didn't mean anything by it in any way other than a nation going to visit another nation..so he didn't quite understand how his words might come across.
The subject then turned to jobs. He too had a bit of a career change, though he kept the old one too. "That and working as a councilman." It felt good to have influence over the world around him again, even if it wasn't quite so influential as it was back home
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Feb 5 2017, 11:23 PM
Arthur took the paper amenably and stood up to place it on his desk, but nearly dropped it at the next words out of Alfred's mouth.
"No he's not!" he spluttered. Thankfully he did not end up dropping the paper, but he did stop in his tracks and whirl back around, indignation ablaze on his face. There was no way in hell that Spain of all people would come to see him deliberately! He would not even waste any mental energy thinking about it. Ridiculous. "Why would he bother going out of his way? And even if he was—purely hypothetical, because he's not—that's not my problem. It's not like I want anything to do with that arse in any case."
He was all too eager to move on from the subject, so when Alfred carried on and mentioned picking up a new job in his own dimension, Arthur cleared his throat and hastily turned back around. "So you're on Hialao's council now?" he commented, going to put Alfred's paper away as though nothing had happened. "Suppose that means we'll be working together again." Fun times; parliamentary visits to Hialao were going to be a blast now, he thought with a good measure of sarcasm. But it was a relief to know that this was someone he knew, at least, and was more than accustomed to dealing with in diplomatic matters. ("Diplomatic" being a term used very loosely there.)
"I hope you're getting on with your colleagues, at the very least," he continued. If Alfred even had any, and Arthur sincerely hoped he did; colleagues who stayed, that was most important. Having seen the turnover rate in Elestis' own parliament, it was not reassuring to have to deal with new leaders appearing and disappearing every few weeks, or heaven forbid, every few days.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Feb 12 2017, 12:48 PM
❛ to a different place
Alfred couldn't help but laugh at Arthur's exaggerated reaction to his teasing. It made him suspect something that much more, but he decided to let the subject drop for the time being. It wasn't like Arthur would admit to anything anyway. Alfred knew him well enough to know that. In the meantime he decided to focus on the conversation about the shift in their job focus. Though in Alfred's case he still maintained both positions
"For the past several months now actually, and I guess it does mean that. Looking forward to working with you old man." Alfred had no problems with that arrangement. In fact, it would be nice interacting with someone he'd already held diplomatic relations with in the past. Arthur also happened to be the nation who raised him, though at least the two were on better terms in modern day.
Then Arthur mentioned Alfred's colleagues and Alfred nodded. "You mean with other council members or cops? Either way yes, what about you?" He supposed he didn't really have to specify which one he was talking to when it applied either way. He hadn't met any other cops or council members in Hialao that rubbed him the wrong way, though it certainly wasn't an impossible feat. It just happened to be one that he'd avoided thus far.
He figured he ought to ask Arthur how he was fairing in his new position as well. He figured that Arthur was managing well. Arthur did run an empire at one point after all (though Alfred still managed to beat him in the midst of all of that for his indepedence..probably not a good time to rub that in)
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: May 15 2017, 11:49 PM
He simply nodded when Alfred confirmed that all was well on his end. Good. Alfred could obviously handle issues by himself, but that didn't mean Arthur couldn't still care.
When the question was deflected back to him, the elder nation didn't have quite as optimistic a response. "I suppose most of them are all right. We get on well enough, at least until they disappear and then I've got to deal with a completely new set of people, who may or may not be competent. Can't rely on anybody in this place, honestly." The displeasure he felt managed to bleed through into his tone, but outwardly he shrugged it off as though it hardly bothered him. "Doesn't matter. I do well enough on my own."
That last part was spoken with a bite in his voice, the same, usual stubbornness that kept resurfacing even though there really was no need for it right now. Just who was he trying to prove himself to? America? Please.
And yet there it was, slipping out by instinct. Even though he found himself growing more attached to people here, just out of necessity from their unusual new circumstances, it was still easy for him to lapse back into his habit of relying on himself and himself alone. Especially when it came to leading people. Sharing was a bit of a struggle for a nation who was used to keeping power in his own hands.
Before he turned away from his desk, Arthur caught sight of the kettle that he had used earlier this morning and hadn't had a chance to put away yet, and it reminded him that there was something missing from this little chat. "Tea?" he offered, out of politeness more than anything. He knew all too well that tea was not high on Alfred's list of preferred beverages, but maybe he would take it this time since Arthur didn't keep coffee at his place.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: May 17 2017, 10:48 AM
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Though Alfred had noticed that some people had a habit of disappearing, the council didn't seem as affected by this turn of events as some other areas were. Most of those who were on the council who he started out the job with were still there..although it wasn't like he'd been working with the council the whole time he'd been in Hialao. There was one cop that he no longer had much contact with, but she hadn't disappeared - Tristana just moved to Elestis last he heard.
Speaking of those on the council, though? "Oh yeah, came across someone familiar in Hialao recently. Got the council to recruit Ludwig, though he'd be a good fit. He's also in the department with me too." He wasn't sure how well Arthur and Ludwig got along in modern day..he knew that things were sketchy in the earlier parts of the 20th century, though he figured that they were on better terms now. Either way, he figured Arthur wouldn't mind hearing about someone else from home.
..of course Arthur could manage on his own, but it sure helped when you had someone working with you. Alfred knew that from experience, though he'd be about as stubborn as Arthur when it came to admitting it. "Don't suppose you have coffee around here? Got any iced tea or sweet tea? That doesn't sound bad." Speaking of stubborn..Alfred didn't even mind the taste or texture of hot tea, he just refused it on principle after nearly two and a half centuries.
..that said, he was willing to give it some leeway. He knew that Arthur was being polite. He couldn't admit that tea in itself didn't sound that bad, but he could at least admit that he wouldn't mind some iced tea or some sweet tea. At least that way he was sort of meeting Arthur in the middle
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: May 17 2017, 10:26 PM
"Germany's back?" Arthur raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Last time I saw him, he was leading Wildewall." But not anymore; now, he had the pleasure of dealing with none other than Sir Mordred the infamous traitor instead. As much as England and Germany had fought in the past, it wasn't really personal, from Arthur's perspective at least. They weren't friends by any means, but nowadays they were civil enough to one another. He couldn't say the same about a historical figure who had caused him so much grief all those years ago.
Surreptitiously he shook himself out of those thoughts. He refused to talk about Mordred (although he had to admit, he was mildly curious about how Alfred would react to a person he'd only heard about through England's legends). "In any case, I daresay Ludwig will be a good fit for the council. He seemed to do well in Wildewall whenever I met up with him." As long as a certain Italian wasn't hanging around being a bloody distraction. Speaking of which... "North Italy isn't with him, is he?"
He made his way to the sink to fill the kettle, and meanwhile he tossed his answer to Alfred's question over his shoulder. "No to all of that. Sorry to disappoint," he said dryly. "By the way, that invention you call 'sweet tea' isn't even real tea. It's cold, for heaven's sake." He emphasised the word as though it were an outrageous insult—which it was, of course. Who the hell drinks cold tea?! That was bad enough, and with a good fifty or so helpings of sugar dumped in, it could hardly pass off as an excuse for tea at all.
notes: arthur shut up, iced tea is delish
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: May 29 2017, 11:48 AM
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Alfred blinked in surprise at Arthur's words. He did not recall Ludwig leading Wildewall..but then, he wasn't a council member himself at that point and thus really had no chance to interact with Ludwig. Was it possible that the Ludwig that Arthur met and the Ludwig that Alfred met were pulled from two different times? It sounded as though the first Ludwig vanished, so there was a chance. He'd never heard of two versions of the same person/being/entity in Goss.
"Not as far as I can tell. Not I've seen North Italy around, and it seems like the Luddy I meant just got here not that long ago. Yong Soo is here though." And at that Alfred practically beamed. Whether or not Arthur realized that Alfred and Yong Soo had something going on, it didn't matter. Alfred had no plans to hide that he had feelings for Yong Soo..but he wasn't going to straight up announce them either. Really, the look on his face upon saying Yong Soo's name spoke for itself.
Alfred put on a mock offended expression. "Of course it's real tea! Just cause it's cold doesn't make it not real. It's a lot better too." Even though Alfred actually liked regular tea a lot more than he let on (he'd certainly consumed quite a bit of it as a colony with no complaint), he honestly did think that both iced tea and sweet tea were better. Then again, Alfred liked just about everything he consumed with copious amounts of sugar added.
On one hand, he was growing thirsty. On the other..even if he did give warm tea another taste, he wouldn't want to do so in front of Arthur. It was the principle of the thing. He'd rather go thirsty than admit that his boycott on tea for over two centuries was entering into the absurd at this point
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