Heart Themed Canvas [UsUk]

Heartless [Ch.6]

"Why does it have to be a bloody tower?" Arthur sighed, looking up at the rather tall tower in front of the four of them. It seemed to be completely made of bricks with a few vines around the bottom, which showed just how old this thing must have been. There was a single window, near the top, that had open shutters.

"It is not a proper fairy tale without a damsel in distress in a tower," Francis smirked.

"Sod off," Arthur rolled his eyes. "How can we even tell if someone is up there?"

"We'd have to go up and check," Matthew muttered.

"I can go," Alfred shrugged and started towards the tower, but Arthur stopped him.

"The last time you simply charged in, you almost got baked into a pie," Arthur glared at him.

"But I didn't," Alfred said bluntly.

"I have to agree with Arthur," Francis stated. "We cannot simply barge in."

"Alright," Alfred relaxed and Arthur did, too.

"So, what is our plan?" Matthew asked.

"I have no idea," Francis shook his head, looking back up at the tower.

"There has to be something in it worthwhile," Arthur sighed. "Perhaps through the window."

"Could there be somewhere it's trying to show us?" Matthew asked.

"The only way to find out is to go up," Alfred stated.

"Yes, well, we can't just go right up there," Arthur glared at him and Alfred simply shrugged.

"It may be our best option," Francis sighed.

"What?" Arthur whipped around to glare at him, too. "You can't be serious."

"What could happen?" Francis laughed, motioning up at the tower.

"He could die?" Arthur offered. "Just like what happened about 5 bloody minutes ago?"

"You care for him a lot, don't you?" Francis smirked.

"Shut up," Arthur sighed.

"Who else could climb up the tower?" Matthew asked. "I know I can't, Francis doesn't really look like he could and, Arthur, you look really tired. The only one of us that I think is strong enough to do it would be Alfred."

"Plus the fact that it is really high up," Francis stated. "I do not think I could do it without looking down and backing out."

"Fine," Arthur sighed. "Go, climb. If you die, it won't be my fault."

"Good," Alfred walked up to the tower. He got a good grip with his right hand and then his right foot before he reached up to get higher up with his left hand and foot. He moved rather quickly and, before long, he was halfway up.

"You know, it rather looks like you are enjoying the view from down here," Francis snickered.

"Shut up," Arthur elbowed him, but still blushed and looked down at the ground.

"In all fairness, you are supposed to fall in love with him," Francis laughed. "It is just such a shame he cannot feel love yet."

"I think he's found someone in the tower," Matthew said and Arthur looked up again. Surprisingly, Alfred had already made it to the top and was crouching in the windowsill. It seemed that he was looking at something inside intently.

"I cannot tell if he is talking or not," Francis squinted up at him.

"I'm getting a bad feeling about this," Arthur muttered. After all, this was one of Ivan's tricks. If someone was in there, just like the witches, it couldn't be good.