Marigold [Dangantalia]

4

With a sigh and a hand scratching at his amber blonde hair, Arthur placed the book back into its place within the dusty shelf. As the brit did so, Alfred turned back around to look at the other three students that were situated in the library with the both of them. All of them had seemingly minded their own business- Francis and Lucille talking amongst each other.

And Basch, meanwhile, was buried deep in the book he had been reading   previously, just a few feet beside the American and Brit. Alfred raised an eyebrow as he turned back to look at Arthur.

"Dude," Alfred called to him in a whisper.

"What is it?"

"Do you think that Basch guy over there heard our, like, convo?"

". . .Now that you have mentioned it,"
Arthur pondered aloud, bending over just a tad bit to get a good glance at the blonde swiss who, seemingly, was heavily invested in a book. "I surely hope he didn't, as that would be quite an inconvenience for us. However, if he did hear us, I would want to be an ally of his as we can all work together her--"

"Yeah, totally dude! I'll go ask him!" He suddenly exclaimed, interupting the Brit's words. Alfred turning towards the swiss.

Arthur's eyes widened, quickly grabbing the shoulder of the, frankly, stupid american. "Alfred!" Arthur exclaimed- rather loudly, much to his dismay. His voice echoed through the walls of the old library, Earning the attention of the other three people in the room with them. Their eyes pierced into the american and brit, curious.

"Something wrong you two?" Francis asked, an eyebrow raised together with a smug smirk.

A potential argument between an american and brit would be highly entertaining to watch. At least, that's what Alfred imagined Francis was thinking as he looked at them. Alfred froze, a slight flush on his face- Ashamed and slightly afraid, similar to that of how a child would feel over their overbearing mother.

He took one final glance around the old and underused library before looking back at Arthur. Arthur's bright, emerald green eyes held embarrassment but had somehow held authority in them as a form of pure anger.

"What?" said the American, struggling to utter out any word that comes to his mind. Words can barely leap out of the lump that was quickly forming in his throat, leading him to suffer a suffocating silence.

Why everyone was so curious and watchful over the both of them after Arthur's sudden tone towards him, he will never seem to know.

When Arthur had gone off to fight Francis in a seemingly heated argument, No one had paid mind to it. Everyone had seemed to just shrug and laugh everything off like it was some kind of forced comedic relief to a murder story.

But now, at this very moment, confined within the pressuring walls of the library, was the only time that everyone had watched them carefully. More than likely it was the brit's tone towards him. It was far more serious than the tone he used when annoyed at the American or when pissed at the French.

It felt heavy. Like Arthur's words were told with serious weight, tied together with consequence.

Alfred felt the brit's grip slowly loosen on his shoulder, snapping the american out of his vast world of amxious thoughts. Alfted's shoulder was finally free from Arthur's grip, With Arthur's arms slumping back to the sides of his body.

"You know what, let's talk outside." Arthur groaned, rolling his eyes as stomped his way out of the library, slamming the tall dark oak door as he went. Alfred scratched the back of his neck with a sigh, walking after him and towards the doors of the Library in a daze. He slumped over as he went, confused with just a sliver of anger,