Alfred F. Jones was your regular employee. He had to get up every morning. Take a shower. Grab some clothes and a donut and off he went to his office. Take a cab. Enter the building. Check in 5 minutes late, as usual. Takes his seat and start typing away at whatever his previous assignment was. Yup, he was your average, normal guy living in New York... That is until, he met an angel.
Now, I know it's absurd! You must all be thinking, how can such a normal man meet such an extraordinary being? Well it all started when Alfred had come home from a long day of work. Naturally, he was exhausted and rushed through dinner and all that.
Before he went to sleep, he went out to the balcony of his apartment room on impulse. He had this strange desire to go outside and just.. Admire the night sky. He may live in New York, but the lights were beautiful at night and the scenery was to die for without the noise of the busy streets. So he had gone out to his balcony and just took a moment or two to really take in the scene.
He chuckled, remembering how when he was a child he would go to roof of his house and just lay there to watch the stars.
The woman smiled at Alfred as they stood on the balcony of the hospital. "Do you see those stars up there in the sky, Alfred? The brightest one in the middle? That one over there is your guardian angel. He will watch over you when I go..."
"Mommy, where are you going? I don't need a guardian angel if you're still here!"
"Alfred... Mommy has to go somewhere very soon. And when mommy leaves, please be a good boy and take care of Matthew. Tell Matthew about the guardian angel up there.."
"Okay mommy! Oh, mom, if I wished hard enough, would that angel come down to play with us when we're bored?"
"Yes, Alfred. If you wish hard enough, and believe that the angel is there for you, he will definitely come down to play..."
"Awesome! Hey, mommy? Why are you crying?"
Alfred shook his head. That was the last time he ever saw his mother cry, for she was put out of her misery the surgery after. His older brother, Matthew, had not been there when their mother had died, so he was absolutely broken when he had received the news.
And after their mother's death, their father had worked twice as hard to keep the boys educated and well fed, although it wasn't as luxurious as the rest, it was enough to live.
After Matthew had graduated, Alfred dropped out and they went their separate ways. Matthew leaving for Canada, and Alfred moving to New York.
Alfred sighed, closing his eyes. 'It wouldn't hurt to try wishing now, right? After all, I've nothing to lose..' he bowed his head slightly and clasped his hands together. He didn't actually try thinking of the words 'I wish'. Instead, he thought of his family. His brother, who he had not come in contact with for years. His father, who had died on the day of Matthew's graduation. His mother, who had taught him everything he knew about love... And that's when he actually felt something in his chest. An empty feeling inside... Like something was missing...
BAM!
Something crashed right on top of Alfred, almost knocking him out instantly. He blinked, trying to get rid of the blur at the corners of his eyes. e struggled under the dead weight before slipping out and sitting up quickly to get a better look at what fell on him.H
His eyes widened, let me rephrase that, he wanted to get a better look at who fell on him. It was a blonde man, wearing nothing but a toga. He had a beautiful shade of blonde hair, with abnormally thick eyebrows. His eyes were closed, so Alfred could not determine how exactly his eyes looked like..
"Oww, bloody hell... My head.." the man had opened his, 'Emerald green',Alfred noted, eyes and complained with a heavy British accent, lifting himself off the ground with- were those white fluffy things on his back wings? Alfred was absolutely speechless. Is this man the real thing?
"Ah, who the hell are- Oh, you must be Alfred F. Jones, correct?" The man had gotten to his feet and was dusting off his toga.
Alfred gawked, nodding dully at the man.
He offered his hand and Alfred clasped it, helping himself up and shaking the hand afterwards.
"Yes, I am Alfred F. Jones, and you are-?"
"Arthur Kirkland. Your guardian angel."
Once again, Alfred froze. This guy could not be the real thing. Impossible. No way. Those wings have got to be attached...
"Ow! Hey! What the hell are you doing to my wings?!" Alfred got a good grip on the two 'wings', trying to figure out just what the hell made them look so real.
"There's got to be a some sort of trick here! Where's the strap in this.." Alfred noted that the wings were very soft.. The feathers were nice to the touch. That's when it hit him, they were real. This Arthur guy could move it without some sort of string attached! And he could feel the wings had muscle at the rims.
"Oi, are you quite done?" Arthur asked with a slightly agitated tone.
Alfred felt his face fall. This was huge! If he reported this to the media..
"Hello? Oi, Alfred!"
"Huh? O-oh, sorry! Please come in.. It's really chilly out here tonight and it would be rude of me to leave my guest out in the cold.." Alfred smiled his businessman's smile. That one smile that was all about appearance, but there was no real feeling in it.
Arthur blushed slightly. He let out a small 'humph' and walked inside. 'This is too easy' Alfred thought as the angel walked in. All he needed to do was call the media and then..
"This is a very cramped place you have here.." Arthur was looking around, observing how there was only one bed, a small couch, a tv in the corner, one of those mini fridges and no kitchen. Though there was a counter and a sink, the bathroom just in a separate room.
"Yes, it's really cramped.. I can't afford to waste the money I have left.." Alfred stealthily made his way to the phone, silently remembering the tv station's number... Now what was the number for the news team?..
"Hm.. it's got this homey feeling.." The brit made his way to Alfred's bed. His face relaxing slightly when he felt just how soft said bed was.
"Really? I think it's really crappy and old. I mean, there's no stove, damn it!" Alfred chuckled, grabbing a piece of paper and writing down the number quickly so he wouldn't forget it.
"Yeah... I like the feeling.." Arthur whispered, bringing his legs up on the bed and hiding his wings so he could lie down.
There was a comfortable silence for a good few minutes before Alfred decided to reach for the phone, when Arthur started speaking again.
"Hey, aren't you curious as to why i'm even here?"
Alfred thought about it for a while "Actually, yes. Is it because I called you here?"
Arthur shook his head "No... I am a guardian angel.. Guardian angels go down when the human they're caring for has some sort of problem..."
"So you're saying that i've got a problem?" Alfred asked, a smirk on his face.
"N-no! Of course not.. But maybe you need help with something? Something related to family maybe? Or maybe it's with relationships.. Whatever it is, i'm here to help you."
Alfred's hand stopped reaching for the phone. "You're here to help me?"
"Of course! It would make sense, since i'm your guardian angel." Arthur scoffed.
Nobody in this world has ever helped Alfred. His father was always working. Matthew was always studying. His mother...
Alfred shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the depressing thought. He stared at angel who was looking at him with curious eyes. Alfred chuckled to himself. Maybe it would be nice to have some company for a change...
"Alright. I see.." was all Alfred could say before yawning. "Well, it's about time I get some shut-eye. You're probably gonna need a place to stay so you can stay here with me. You sleep on the bed, i'll go to the couch."
Arthur was about to protest until Alfred jumped onto the couch and began snoring lightly.
The Brit sighed. This man was a stubborn git... Hiding so much in his heart.. But he had good intentions, so Arthur simply smiled and grabbed the covers, ready for a good night's sleep.
Author's Note:
Yeah, this is going to continue.. I plan on doing several series at a time because... Well.. I'm cool that way. /brick'd.
Anyway, this was inspired by a comic on DA. It was called Unforgettable Memory and it was made by tomohide.
Go look for it fools, and "D'AWWW" at the cuteness.
I don't own Hetalia **sobs**