Memories from the Other World

The King

Hiya! Just a heads up. I may be starting another USUK fic. Probably a robot AU. It will also be updated on Wednesday's as well but i promise that it won't infringe on this story.
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Arthur was still missing when Alfred woke, which was about noon. Alfred was a bit surprised that no one had come up to wake him.
Alfred had wandered back into the hall, still frustratingly in his clothes from yesterday. The library was empty now, and was locked with a note on the door.
'Arthur, do something other than study dimensions. We talked about this. -Yao'
Alfred continued down the hallway, finding the dinning room. It was full of busying servants rushing to get all the plates in place before it was time for lunch. They quickly directed Alfred away from the room and actually sent him in Arthur's direction; the practice field.
It was a nice little patch of nature within the castle walls, acting more as a courtyard than a practice field. Towards the center there were two jousting at each other, hoping to stick the other in the chest. It was mesmerizing and Alfred couldn't help but to stare. Both jousters were masked by fencing helmets, but the swirled around one another, always dodging at the last minute. That is until one tripped and was quickly pocked in the chest.
"Youre going to get stabbed in the chest in real battle at this pace, your highness. " The victor laughed, pulling up his helmet and offering a hand up to the other. Alfred noted that he had seen the man going about the castle and assumed that he was obviously the trainer. The other pulled up his mask and it was a horribly sweaty and flustered Arthur.
"That was amazing!" Alfred grinned.
"I lost." Arthur irritably reminded. He looked exhausted, probably from being up all night, Alfred reasoned.
"But it was still super cool!" Arthur smiled a little at that.
"How about you teach him instead. I'm going back to archery." Arthur looked over to the trainer, before heading out inside.
"aw, come on. You usually win! You Just need to get back into step! " The trainer called after him.
Alfred was about to follow him in before he was jousted at.
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Alfred came back upstairs covered in sweat and dirt. The trainer did not go easy on him at all. His chest hurt and he was sure he drew blood at least once.
Arthur was in the room as well, but seemed to be in a better mood. He smiled softly seeing Alfred in complete exhaustion.
"How'd practice go? " He gave a knowing smile.
"Hey, I almost got him once." Arthur hummed in reply. He could now see the dark circles under his eyes, and was his hands shaking?
"Take a bath, You're filthy." Arthur gestured to one of the doors in the room. Alfred crossed his fingers for plumbing.
"Sure thing,except..." Alfred pulled at his sweaty shirt that not so nicely stuck to his chest. Arthur grimaced.
"Right, Yao should have supplied your closet by now." he gestured to yet another door. "just come down to the dining hall when you are done. It's almost time for dinner."
Alfred did as he was told and sat at the seat at the end of the table as directed. Lunch was absolutely amazing despite the fact that no one seemed to talk to one another at the table. It was a meal fit for a king, Alfred thought smugly to himself.
After eating, he wandered into the library that was surprisingly not locked and the sign had been torn down. Unsurprisingly, Arthur was inside, scribbling away on some paper. He looked up when Alfred sat in front of him.
"Hey, any luck on sending me home?" Alfred tried, expecting an answer he already knew.
"Slow, I have to catch up on paper work that I missed while I was gone." Arthur sighed returning his attention back to his writing. It was all in chicken scratch, which was off, considering that old Arthur usually wrote in smooth cursive.
"Anything I can do to help?" Alfred tried.
Arthur opened his mouth to send him away, but changed his mind.
"Actually, could you get the big leather book on the pedalstool over there?" Arthur still didn't look up, but nodded in its direction. He coughed soon after.
"You know," Alfred started in the books direction, looking around in the process. "you remind me of a friend I used to have. "
The only response Arthur gave was a hoarse "oh? "
"yeah, " Alfred was about to elaborate before he realized that he couldn't find the book. "where's that pedastool? " He could see Arthur hesitate and his slouch had only gotten worse since he left the table. How had he not noticed this behavior at lunch? Right, the table was almost half a mile long. "are you feeling alright? " He headed back to the table while Arthur tried to get up to show him. Tried being that he managed two steps before falling straight to the floor unconscious.