The Red Hooded Brit- A ScotEng Fanfiction

Dull clothes and the scarlet cape

Arthur's POV

I woke up in a cold sweat again; I always had the same dream every night. It was the day when I when I was only 10 years old and I walked into my Mother’s room after picking some wild flowers for her and saw her dead on her bed. Always the same horrible stench of death, the dead look in her emerald eyes. I just can’t bare seeing that again, and it’s always in my head, in my nightmares.

I sighed and crawled out of bed, and made my way towards my closet. I slung open the two doors and was quickly met with Black and white clothes and my only non-dull colored, red cloak.

I smiled at the sight of the bright, scarlet cape and grabbed it. Once the cloak came into contact with my skin, it felt like my mother was standing in the doorway…watching me. I turned around and expected to see my mother there with her bright smile on her face, but I only saw the door.

My eyes started to water as I turned away from the door. I’ve been along ever since Mother died, yes I had Elizabeta, and the occasional visits from Dylan and Patrick. But it feels like a big chunk of my heart and mind was ripped out and stomped on.

I hugged the cloak to my rest for a few seconds and then slung it over my shoulders and tied it on. I didn’t bother to put on new clothes since they were all the same color, black and white. I shook my head and closed the two wooden closet doors, then walked towards the window. I had a pretty good view of the mountains and the village at the foot of the mountain.

I heard a few familiar tweets and a smile crept onto my face, I saw my cardinal friends fly to the edge of the windowsill and chirped at me. I laughed and said “ Why ‘ello good old chaps”, the cardinal’s chirped something and flew into the woods.  I turned towards my bedroom door and was Grandma Elizabeta, with her usual bright smile on her face. She chuckled and said in her sweet voice” Up alveady Arzhur?”

I smiled and said “ Yep, all ready for today’s load Grandma”. Elizabeta looked at my clothes and gasped, “Are zhose zhe clozhes you vore yesterday Arzhur?” she exclaimed. I shrugged my shoulders and muttered” Ya…..so?”, she shook her head, making her dirty blonde curls bounce. “ Arzhur! A good business just cannot have zheir employees in dirty clozhes, go change or you cannot work today!!” and crossed her arms. I sighed and muttered” Ok,,,” and went off to go change.

Time skip because I’m lazy XD

I bounded down the stairs, in a clean pair of black jeans and a plain white T-shirt with my scarlet cape over my shoulders. Grandma Elizabeta looked towards me once I came into the room and smiled brightly. “ Zhat’s better Iggy!” Elizabeta beamed, I chuckled and asked “Who am I delivering today?” Elizabeta smiled and said “ The biscuits are for your brother Dylan, the baguettes are for Matthew and the Italian bread for the soon to be Mrs. Jones” and smiled. ( A/N: Ya I made my OC engaged to Alfred, if ya have a problem with that then leave .-. )

I laughed and said “Not very busy today” and grabbed the basket filled with the baked goods.  I smiled and shouted” I’m off grandma”, and headed towards the doors. Elizabeta stopped me before I could open the doors and said “Vhat are our rules Arzhur”? I sighed and muttered “Only give the food to the customers, stay on marked trails and never.., ever go into the North Side” Elizabeta smiled brightly and exclaimed “Zhat’s my Arthur, now go on and order zhose bread”.

I chuckled and walked through the door and into the cool, pine-scented air. I smiled brightly and bounded down the red-marked trail, my cape fluttering behind me. I was half way towards town when it felt like something was watching me…or more like someone.

( A/N: If you are wonder what's with the words when Hungary speaks, she has the german accent and that's my attempt at the german accent XP.....Oh god just wait 'til I get to Scotland, you are going to question my knowledge on accents XDDDDDD )