Chapter 32

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Mmmm, took quite a while to publish this. Don't hate on Julie, if you were. Next chapter or so I'll tell you why her behavior's like that. :)

---Present Time---

Yao was the first one up, requiring for the room to give him a kettle pot with hot water and tea leaves in it, along with a cup.

"I smell tea," Arthur announced moments later, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"That you are right," Yao replied, sipping from the cup. "I required it from the room."

Arthur took a seat next to Yao on the carpet, and a cup floated down from the ceiling gently with milk inside it.

He poured the tea with dignity, but all of it drained away when he saw Matthew in front of him. Yelping, he shouted, "When did you get here?!" Matthew blinked, pushing up his glasses.

"I was eating my pancakes the whole time, Arthur." His violet eyes glistened, as if he was finally going to snap from being ignored all the time and just cry.

"I-I'm sorry," Arthur stuttered, not used to seeing him so sorrowful...or seeing him at all, for that matter. He looked so much like Alfred, and he hates it when Alfred cries.

"It's alright, but sometimes I just wish I was more noticeable like Alfred or Gilbert. I also can't help but feel guilty that I don't remember the incantation..."

Yao took the kettle from Arthur's hands. "Just noticeable, right? Not annoying?" Arthur frowned. Just because Alfred's a bit loud, Yao's biased because Kiku is quiet.

Matthew shook his head. "Good heavens, I would never want to be annoying."

Arthur smiled kindly. "We'll help you gladly."

---3 years ago---

"Are you sure you want to go sightseeing?" Alfred asked Arthur. Arthur shrugged.

"It's all up to you, Mister Tour Guide. It's actually very bloody hot here, isn't it?"

"Surprisingly, it's scorching in the summer," Alfred replied, stripping off his bomber jacket from his sweaty back and tying it around his waist.

Julie was practically melting; because it was so warm and she's just infatuated with everything Alfred does.

"Let's head home then."

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