Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

01: New Beginnings

One week later

"Hey girls!" Arthur smiled, waving at his camera. Two green eyed girls popped up to the camera, pushing each other out of the way so they could both see their father.

"Daddy!" They screamed in unison, smiling wide. Arthur couldn't help but smile. His daughters were so beautiful.

"Hello Loves, how was school today?" He asked, slipping into his jacket. His six year old daughter, London smiled, though it was a bit spacey. She didn't have her front teeth.

"It was awesome! My boyfriend and I held hands!"
Arthur chuckled, rolling his eyes. "London let me meet the boy before the wedding," he teased, his eldest daughter sticking her tongue out.

Ellie, his youngest at four perked up, bouncing in the dining room chair. "School is good! My teacher is really fun." She smiled, still bouncing. She'd always been an energetic child.

"So girls," Arthur started, smiling a little at them. He watched his ex-wife walk around into her kitchen, glancing at her phone, rolling her eyes. He cleared his throat, looking at his young daughters once again. "I got my shifts moved to nighttime so if you girls ever wanted to come visit your ol' father there wouldn't be anything stopping you!"

Except your blasted mother.

The girl's eyes widened and shined brighter than they already were, looking over at their mother. "Mummy please let us visit Daddy! Please please please!"

She sighed, letting her shoulders drop. "I suppose I could work something out."
Ellie gasped and looked back at the camera. "That means yes and Mummy's book." She whispered to her father, London winking.

Arthur chuckled, "Alright. Talk to your mother about it and we'll set up a little play date." He said, glancing up at the clock. "Alright princesses I have to go on to work now, I love you so much girls." He said, a hand over his heart. "Make sure to listen to your mum, get to bed early, brush your teeth Ellie. And have fun at school tomorrow alright? I'll see you girls soon."

They both waved their goodbyes and said their I love you's and then they were gone again.

The Brit sighed, slipping his phone back into his pocket, slipping into the rest of his gear. Gun, taser, beating stick, sanity. All checked off and soon enough Arthur was out of the house to start his night as a new police officer at a new prison.

***

Something just didn't feel right. The way the other night guard had explained everything made it feel so relaxed and docile. But when Arthur had gotten to the post it was like the complete opposite. Inmates were yelling, throwing things in their cells, howling and some others were...unfortunate enough to be taken advantage of.

"This is a normal night?" Arthur asked quietly, his eyes horrified. The other night guard, a man by the name of Lovino Vargas just nodded with a small tch. "We don't particularly stop anything that isn't a riot. Riot is bad." He murmured. "Even if it entertains me how the idiot buffoons fight. Solitary confinement is a shitshow."

Arthur shrugged, glancing at the cameras. "I wouldn't know. I've just been a little jail cop. I haven't been to a big show like this." He mumbled, swerving around in his chair until he was slightly dizzy.

"We got a new inmate couple days ago. Big guy. Young though. Really young. Bastard is serving for a double homicide. Isn't that extreme?" Lovino asked, chuckling coldly. "Idiot, you're not supposed to be caught at the scene."

Arthur slowly nodded, "What's his name?"
"Jones or something I don't fucking know bastardo. You think I pay attention or care? I just wanna get paid."

"Alfred F. Jones?" Arthur asked, eyes widening a little. "Is that his name?"
"Yeah, I think so. Why, you know him?"

No, apparently he knows me though. "Well, no. He was booked in my jail before being booked here...I suppose that's the simplest way to say it."

Lovino shrugged. "Whatever. Wanna go walk around and survey? Maybe you can go say hi to him. He's been an angry little shit since he's gotten here."

Arthur's eyes widened. He was so kind and clever in jail. Surely prison can't harden someone so quickly?
"Where's his cell? Maybe I can get something good out of him."
Lovino's eyes widened this time. "Level B... I'll let you do the rest...Are you sure you're a real cop?"

Arthur ha already left the room on search for level B, the prison going all the way to E.
And he was at D.

***

After nearly avoiding getting shit thrown at him, spat at, nearly vomited on, Arthur was more than ready to just go home. Fuck the pay raise. This is degrading.

And then there was the whistle.

Arthur looked down the cells, looking for the whistler. "Aha," he murmured, smiling a little. "Hello again Mister Jones." He chuckled, crossing his arms.

"Another British accent to spill the beans Sir?" Alfred asked, nearing the bars again. "Long time no see sir."

"I'm afraid so Animal. So you're guilty after all huh?"
Alfred shook his head. "Never said so sir. Apparently there's gonna be a court date. Or something. I'd rather just take life in prison then a stupid case." He shrugged, sitting on the floor. "I'm innocent sir, I assure you. I don't want to be seen as a freak murderer. I didn't kill those folks.."

Alfred's hands reached out to Arthur's, looking up at him. "You believe me right?" He asked urgently, his eyes pleading. Good Lord this was not the happy boy Arthur had introduced himself to a week ago.

"I don't know Alfred, I told you myself, anyone that's in handcuffs isn't exactly the most innocent. I know it's tough but...I'm going to assure myself that you didn't. I don't know if it's true, but I'll go along with it."

Alfred looked relieved, smiling at the Brit. "Thank you!" He gushed, holding the older man's hands in his own. "Thank you so much! I knew I'd get through to you!"

Arthur's eyes widened, tearing his hands away from the prisoner. "Don't grab me like that Alfred. You don't just grab people like that alright?" He asked, feeling weird teaching common sense to the boy. "Haven't you ever talked to another human being before?"

Alfred shrugged his shoulders. "Grown up on my own my whole life. I had a brother but he was one of the victims. So now I'm really on my own. Except not because I'm in PRISON." He yelled, rattling his bars.

Arthur shushed him, cupping the American's cheeks. "Stop. Stop. Calm down. I grew up all on my own too. I know what you went through. There's no need to be flipping out all of the sudden alright?"

Alfred nodded slowly, panting a little, kissing Arthur's forehead. When he pulled away the Brit did too, jumping away from the other.

"The bloody hell was that?!" He shrieked, wiping his forehead. "What did you poison me with Git!?"

Alfred laughed, rolling his eyes. "I kissed your forehead Sir."
"And why would you do that?! Wanker..."
"The moment felt right sir." He smiled. Arthur growled, adjusting his cap, storming away from the other's cell.

Damn you, damn you! Stupid face and your stupid eyes and your stupid kisses. Arthur thought to himself, crossing his arms, avoiding more projectiles as he prayed the night would hurry up and end.

Meanwhile Alfred laughed to himself, laying in his new bed. "He liked it. He was redder than Lovino's tomatoes."