Silent Beauty

Chapter 10: Food and a Kid

Arthur covered his mouth, giggling.

Alfred stuck his tongue out playfully and Arthur returned the favor. The Brit lifted his menu to hide his face from the American across from him and spotted something to eat. He looked at it and smiled a bit, remembering when he was a child.

Elizabeta came back holding a tray with Alfred's coke and Arthur's tea cup. She set them down and put the tray under her arm, taking out the pad and paper.

"Are you two ready to order?" She smiled.

"You ready Art?" Alfred asked. Arthur set down the menu and nodded.

"Alright. What can I get for you?" She asked him. Arthur pointed at the fish and chips.

"The fish and chips, alright. Do you want tartar sauce with that?"

Arthur nodded. She write it down and turned to Alfred. "And you sir?"

"Can I have the steak with a side of peas?"

"How cooked do you want the steak? And would you like gravy on the mashed potatoes or on the side?"

"On the mashed potatoes. As for the steak, medium well please."

"Alright. I'll be back soon with your orders." She smiled and started walking away but Alfred stopped her.

"Sorry but can I borrow a pen?" Alfred asked. Elizabeta shrugged and handed him one of her pens.

"Here." She walked off again.

Arthur stared at Alfred curiously as he pulled a napkin from the holder and started writing on it. He slid both to Arthur when he finished and Arthur read it.

'So how are you enjoying our day out? ;)'

Arthur smiled.

'I'm having fun. Thank you for bringing me Alfred.'

'It's no prob Arthur. So what's the deal with your bro? Why'd he come see you?'

Arthur tapped the pen, thinking about it before answering.

'I don't have a good relationship with the rain.'

'Oh, that sucks. Are you like scared of storms or stuff? If you are, you can count on me to be your hero and help you out! ;D'

'No Alfred, I'm not scared of storms. I just don't like them.'

'How come?'

Arthur stared at the question. He sighed, and put the cap back on the pen. He shuffled the napkin back over to Alfred and looked out the window.

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Alfred stared at his question, wondering what was wrong with it. Maybe it has something to do with his accident?

Alfred grabbed a new napkin and wrote another question.

'How many siblings do you have?'

He slid the napkin over and Arthur looked down at it. He gave a huff, maybe a chuckle, and started writing.

'Alister, Dylan, Seamus, Connor, Me, Maeve, Peter. I have 6 siblings.'

'That's a lot! OoO I only have 2. My younger twin Matt, and my baby brother Michael.'

'Is he an alpha?'

'Michael's an alpha, yeah. What about Peter?'

'Yes, he's also an alpha. Maeve and I are the only omegas.'