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Jul. 7th, 2011 06:37 am
[Fic] Summer Camp: Holding Out - Day 6
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fivedayslaterTitle: Holding Out - Part 5: Fast Food
Characters: England, America, mentions of Hungary and Austria.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Sorta X-men-universe crossoverish kinda sorta except I call 'mutants' 'supers' so maybe The Incredibles crossoverish kinda sorta? Point is, some people have superpowers. And it's a pseudo-police state. This part has some fluff.
Summary: After Arthur blows up the kitchen, Alfred and Arthur go out for some burgers.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
“Elizaveta,” Alfred called out as soon as he entered the house. He had spent the afternoon looking for Mattie, but so far no luck. He’d had some pretty good leads going into today, some kids he knew from the orphanage knew some guy kind of things, but they’d all turned up dead. It got him down, sure, but that was nothing one of Elizaveta’s home cooked meals couldn’t fix.
Unfortunately when he got to the kitchen he found not the headstrong maid but Arthur, staring at the pan in his hand like it was something he'd never seen before.
“Arthur?” he turned and saw Alfred, “Where’s Elizaveta?”
“Something came up,” he answered as he turned back to the stove, “She and Roderich had to go, so I’m making dinner tonight.”
“Is that really a good idea?” Alfred asked as he moved to stand next to him, “I can make something.”
“The only thing you know how to make is Mac & Cheese,” Arthur scowled, “and that’s only because the directions are on the box, and even then you still manage to overcook it.”
“Well, it’s better than what you do to it,” Alfred pouted.
“I’ll cook us a proper dinner,” Arthur smirked, and Alfred realized there was no way he could convince him otherwise. All he could do at this point was get enough space between him and the stove.
“Just you wait. I’ll show you how a real dinner is made.”
***
And so, Arthur and Alfred found themselves at some burger place downtown, waiting in line for burgers.
“So Alfred, when Elizaveta asks, how did that giant, gaping hole appear in the kitchen where the stove used to be?”
“A wizard did it.”
“Good lad,” Arthur rubbed his hair, “Now can you explain just why you insisted on these abysmal burgers?”
“They’re great!” Alfred insisted, “You just need to give them a chance.”
“Alright, but I’ll let you know I’m already hating every moment of this outing.”
It was their turn next, so Arthur walked up to the counter and cleared his throat to get the part-timer’s attention.
“I would like two hamburgers please.”
“I want fries,” Alfred whined as he tugged on his sleeve, “Arthur, I want fries.”
“Yes, fine, make that two hamburgers and some fries.”
The girl serving them was too busy staring to take in their order, “Aren’t you… that really rich Kirkland guy?”
“Well, yes-”
“Arthur,” Alfred tugged his sleeve again, “I want fries.”
“But, you’re like, really rich. What are you doing here?”
“And milkshake. Arthur can I get a milkshake?”
“Yes, fine, whatever,” he turned back to the girl, who was still gawking, “Two hamburgers, fries, a shake, and whatever passes for tea in this establishment,” when she still didn’t move, he gave her his best 'do-what-I-say-before-I-get-angry' stare, “please.”
“Oh, yes! R-right away sir!” She disappeared in the back for a few seconds before coming out with his order, “Here you are Mr. Kirkland!”
Arthur thanked her and grabbed the food. As he turned to find a table, he noticed her the wide smile she directed at him with an expecting look in her eyes. Noticing the tip jar prominently placed on the counter, Arthur rolled his eyes and handed the food to Alfred. He pulled a $50 bill out of his pocket and placed it in the jar.
“Thank you very much Mr. Kirkland!” she beamed at him, “Enjoy your meal!”
Arthur scowled as he went to the back of the restaurant to find Alfred already starting on his food. He sat down, glared at him, and reached for his own burger and the water substance that they called tea here. They ate in silence, Alfred finishing up mere moments after Arthur sat down.
“We used to come here,” Alfred broke the silence, “Mattie and Gilbert and me. Gilbert knew the owner, so when we couldn’t get enough food at the orphanage, he’d take us here and the owner’d give us some leftovers.”
Oh, well, that would explain his insistence on coming here, “Did you, um…”
“I talked to the owner about Mattie,” he played with the straw of his drink, “He saw him the first night he ran away, but hasn’t seen him since.”
“I see,” Arthur bit his lip and looked across the table at Alfred’s hopeless expression. He placed his hand on the boy’s arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, “You’ll find him Alfred. I know you will”
“I just wish it wouldn’t take so long,” he answered with a sigh.
“He’s a hide and seek champion. No one said it was going to be easy,” borderline impossible, to be honest, even if Matthew had somehow evaded the system for so long. Even so, Arthur gave him an encouraging smile, “But, if anyone can find him, I know you can.”
That, at least, got a smile out of him, “Thanks Arthur.”
“Come on,” Arthur said as he stood and gathered up the garbage, “I’m sure Elizaveta and Roderich are home and want an explanation for that hole in the kitchen.”
“You mean the one left by the wizard?” Alfred asked, bleeding innocence out of every pores.
“The very same,” they both chuckled as they left the restaurant hand in hand, ready to face whatever was waiting for them at home together.
Part 6
Characters: England, America, mentions of Hungary and Austria.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Sorta X-men-universe crossoverish kinda sorta except I call 'mutants' 'supers' so maybe The Incredibles crossoverish kinda sorta? Point is, some people have superpowers. And it's a pseudo-police state. This part has some fluff.
Summary: After Arthur blows up the kitchen, Alfred and Arthur go out for some burgers.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
“Elizaveta,” Alfred called out as soon as he entered the house. He had spent the afternoon looking for Mattie, but so far no luck. He’d had some pretty good leads going into today, some kids he knew from the orphanage knew some guy kind of things, but they’d all turned up dead. It got him down, sure, but that was nothing one of Elizaveta’s home cooked meals couldn’t fix.
Unfortunately when he got to the kitchen he found not the headstrong maid but Arthur, staring at the pan in his hand like it was something he'd never seen before.
“Arthur?” he turned and saw Alfred, “Where’s Elizaveta?”
“Something came up,” he answered as he turned back to the stove, “She and Roderich had to go, so I’m making dinner tonight.”
“Is that really a good idea?” Alfred asked as he moved to stand next to him, “I can make something.”
“The only thing you know how to make is Mac & Cheese,” Arthur scowled, “and that’s only because the directions are on the box, and even then you still manage to overcook it.”
“Well, it’s better than what you do to it,” Alfred pouted.
“I’ll cook us a proper dinner,” Arthur smirked, and Alfred realized there was no way he could convince him otherwise. All he could do at this point was get enough space between him and the stove.
“Just you wait. I’ll show you how a real dinner is made.”
***
And so, Arthur and Alfred found themselves at some burger place downtown, waiting in line for burgers.
“So Alfred, when Elizaveta asks, how did that giant, gaping hole appear in the kitchen where the stove used to be?”
“A wizard did it.”
“Good lad,” Arthur rubbed his hair, “Now can you explain just why you insisted on these abysmal burgers?”
“They’re great!” Alfred insisted, “You just need to give them a chance.”
“Alright, but I’ll let you know I’m already hating every moment of this outing.”
It was their turn next, so Arthur walked up to the counter and cleared his throat to get the part-timer’s attention.
“I would like two hamburgers please.”
“I want fries,” Alfred whined as he tugged on his sleeve, “Arthur, I want fries.”
“Yes, fine, make that two hamburgers and some fries.”
The girl serving them was too busy staring to take in their order, “Aren’t you… that really rich Kirkland guy?”
“Well, yes-”
“Arthur,” Alfred tugged his sleeve again, “I want fries.”
“But, you’re like, really rich. What are you doing here?”
“And milkshake. Arthur can I get a milkshake?”
“Yes, fine, whatever,” he turned back to the girl, who was still gawking, “Two hamburgers, fries, a shake, and whatever passes for tea in this establishment,” when she still didn’t move, he gave her his best 'do-what-I-say-before-I-get-angry' stare, “please.”
“Oh, yes! R-right away sir!” She disappeared in the back for a few seconds before coming out with his order, “Here you are Mr. Kirkland!”
Arthur thanked her and grabbed the food. As he turned to find a table, he noticed her the wide smile she directed at him with an expecting look in her eyes. Noticing the tip jar prominently placed on the counter, Arthur rolled his eyes and handed the food to Alfred. He pulled a $50 bill out of his pocket and placed it in the jar.
“Thank you very much Mr. Kirkland!” she beamed at him, “Enjoy your meal!”
Arthur scowled as he went to the back of the restaurant to find Alfred already starting on his food. He sat down, glared at him, and reached for his own burger and the water substance that they called tea here. They ate in silence, Alfred finishing up mere moments after Arthur sat down.
“We used to come here,” Alfred broke the silence, “Mattie and Gilbert and me. Gilbert knew the owner, so when we couldn’t get enough food at the orphanage, he’d take us here and the owner’d give us some leftovers.”
Oh, well, that would explain his insistence on coming here, “Did you, um…”
“I talked to the owner about Mattie,” he played with the straw of his drink, “He saw him the first night he ran away, but hasn’t seen him since.”
“I see,” Arthur bit his lip and looked across the table at Alfred’s hopeless expression. He placed his hand on the boy’s arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, “You’ll find him Alfred. I know you will”
“I just wish it wouldn’t take so long,” he answered with a sigh.
“He’s a hide and seek champion. No one said it was going to be easy,” borderline impossible, to be honest, even if Matthew had somehow evaded the system for so long. Even so, Arthur gave him an encouraging smile, “But, if anyone can find him, I know you can.”
That, at least, got a smile out of him, “Thanks Arthur.”
“Come on,” Arthur said as he stood and gathered up the garbage, “I’m sure Elizaveta and Roderich are home and want an explanation for that hole in the kitchen.”
“You mean the one left by the wizard?” Alfred asked, bleeding innocence out of every pores.
“The very same,” they both chuckled as they left the restaurant hand in hand, ready to face whatever was waiting for them at home together.
Part 6
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