Personality Exchange

The 4th Dream

Alfred's POV

We've been waiting outside of the building's apartment, coz sadly, my secret key that's supposedly hidden under the potted plant outside our room, is nowhere to be found.

Thankfully, Francis finally stopped his rant about me and my idiocy, mostly in French. Though he's currently insulting America and it's ungodly temperature, wiping his sweat with his silk handkerchief.

"How long?" Francis suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

"How long till they come here, and open the door of heaven to us? I'm sweating buckets here!" He suddenly exclaimed, making a passerby turn her head towards us. I harshly hushed Francis with a shove, which he returned none too kindly.

I turn my attention back to the passerby to apologize, only to stop myself when I saw her expresion. It's a mix of surprise and longing, surprisingly directed at me.

She took a step towards us, hesitating at her next step, though decided to approach us with a cold blank expression.

She's quite tall, but Arthur's taller. With a navy blue bow on her long platinum blonde hair, with piercing indigo eyes, and alabaster skin, she's quite pretty.

She mumbled something that I didn't caught, and when I think I'm making a face at her, she held her hand out.

"Natalia Braginski. Nice meeting you." I was caught off guard with her smirk, leaving me dumbfounded, reaching her hand for a shake. I peeked at Francis, who's making a weirder face.

I mean, he's not making that disgusting sultry smile he make whenever he met someone, which made it weird. He actually look guarded. As if he's ready to jump and punch her if ever she made a wrong move.

I turned my gaze towards this Natalia gal, and gave her hand another shook.

"Arthur Kirkland" she smiled lovingly at me and murmured something again. Unexpectedly, a sharp sudden pain in my head made me wince and grip her hand harder, as I saw a scenario.

A familiar emerald green eyes staring sadly at me, his eyes losing it's bright color as the white snow was tinted with a scary shade of red.

He's struggling to say things to me that I didn't understand, but as he loose his conciousness, he said words which broke my heart.

"...Kill me."

The words jolted me off from the dream, taking my hands aways from the girl and clutching it behind me, as if I was electrocuted.

"Are you alright?" Francis asked, worried.

I looked at him, then at the girl who's giving me a worried look.

"Y-Yeah...." I bowed my head and composed myself. "Sorry for scaring you. And again, nice meeting you." I said to Natalia.

I saw her worry dissolve and she smiled lightly. She gave me a nod, and finally walked away. I let out a sigh that I'm not aware I'm holding back, thinking to myself.

What's with these dreams and visions? They're freaking me out.

I yelped (heroically) when a loud horn from a car not so far were blasted. I looked around and I saw myself honking Matthew's car, getting our attention.

"We'll just park this thing around the corner! Give us five minutes!" Arthur yelled, as Matthew gave us a apologetic smile.

Arthur caught him, and I've heard him say, "Don't feel sorry for them. It's their fault fir not listening to our instructions..." I felt myself frown at that, and so does Francis as he defended himself.