To Build a Home

Potatoes

Eight months ago

"Mmm," Arthur moaned. "This is amazing."

Alfred smirked, "I know, yours always tasted the best."

"What, Have you done this before with other people?" Arthur asked, his simper fading.

"Nah, you know I'd only ever do this for you." He winked shoving more in.

Arthur flung his mash potatoes at Alfred. "Liar! I saw you gag!"

Alfred laughed, some of the potatoes falling from his mouth. Arthur swatted his arm and laughed as well, leaning against the trunk of the oak tree. The light rays from between the leaves shone on him , capturing his smile. Alfred swore he could hear his heart hammering away as he looked at the small Brit.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking how much your cooking sucks, and how much better the camp's terrible food is." Alfred teases.

"Oi! Shut up!" he chided and threw a snickers wrapper at me. It was one of the last bars at camp, and stealing such small things could have severe punishments, but Alfred didn't care. He knew Arthur had a sweet tooth and was willing to do anything to make him smile in this hell.

"Make me." Alfred mocked, closing the distance between them. Arthur stole a quick kiss, his lips tasting like the long forgotten taste of chocolate. Yep, that shut Alfred up alright.

Arthur got up and ran, stealing the bowl of mashed potatoes as well as Alfred's heart.

Alfred ran after him, "Get back here, I'm not done with you yet!" He laughed and tackled the Brit tickling him into submission and placing a small kiss on his forehead.  For the time being everything was perfect, and hell was heaven simply because everyone refused to accept what happened two years ago when the world exploded in a fiery rage, leaving only a few small pieces of land and a boarding school for the truly brilliant.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Present time.

"Shut up! I hate you Alfred Jones!"

"Oh, so now I'm the bad guy huh? You almost married me! Kiss my ass Kirkland!"

"I did that last night didn't I? You just love begging, don't you? Just like you begged the damn commie to fight you, and look where we are now!"

"Ugh, I'm so sick of you always bitching and complaining! Just shut up already, go lie on your back or something and let me do my job as an eagle!"

Arthur narrowed his eyes as Feliciano held in a gasp. Things were going horrible for the small group of eight. Ivan sat in the corner with his knife, whittling at the tree as if he was trying to cut the tension. Ludwig went out gathering wood with Francis, Matthew and Kiku, not wanting to get involved, leaving the poor Italian alone with the fighting couple, or, former couple.

Alfred was hot, he was hungry, he was sweating like a bitch and scared beyond his mind. But so was everyone else. Feli knew he had to do something before things really got out of hand.

"You're such an arrogant ass! God! What did I do to piss the big man off and get stuck with you?!" Arthur screamed, throwing a small rock at Alfred to prove his point.

"This is your fault too, sweet-cheeks! No wonder your brother didn't come with us, I doubt he'd ever want to see you again! No one wants a salty ass french fry when they're dying of thirst!"

Alfred's eyes widened as he realized what he had said.

"Arthur I didn't mean--"

"No! I don't want to hear it! You don't care, so don't act like it! Berate me all you want, but you have your brother! I will never, ever see Peter again, and it's all your damn fault! My poor baby brother is now alone and scared, and you couldn't give two fucks!!!!"

The clearing opened as the others came back, silent, which was unnatural for most of them. They could probably hear the screaming the whole time.

"Arthur I'm sorry--" Alfred reached out to touch Arthur's arm.

"Get your hands off me, yank." Arthur turned away. "If you don't need me then fine, I'll just go on ahead by myself."

Alfred sneered. "You wouldn't last a day without m--"

A loud slap echoed throughout the surrounding jungle as Arthur stormed off, leaving Alfred and his sore cheek.

Arthur marched off into the forest, his bow swaying against his back.

Alfred laughed and looked at Feliciano. "He'll be back."

Suddenly a loud zip was heard as an arrow went flying straight for Alfred, landing in the tree besides him. He gasped as it grazed his ear, not enough to draw blood, but enough to scare the living hell out of Alfred.

Alfred picked the arrow from the trunk of the tree and looked at the shaft, a message engraved there from when they all lived happily inside the walls.

'To hell with you.'

Alfred smiled to himself, it was a fitting message despite the fact the Brit probably just picked a random arrow and was still pissed at Alfred. The group turned to the woods, looking for the small Englishmen, but found nothing.

Alfred was now in charge of six other people, their lives depending on whether he could be a leader and somehow find a way back into the camp. A summer camp that never sent it's campers home.