USUK (Hitman! Jones X Victim! England)

Chapter 2 (Wanna Know What Real Rock Is?)

Arthur's POV

I casually walk down the halls of my tour bus, it seems like fan girls are at every corner. Damn right though. It was a lonely day, calm and quiet, Antonio and Francis were both being idiotic wankers. As usual. I was the calm one, the lead singer, the leader that kept us all going. But Francis would always out shine me by wooing over the British girls. But here in America things were a lot different. I wooed over the American girls, and Francis would walk away in shame as they held out beer bottles and other foods and drinks to cheer on the show. But of course this side of the world has the most cheer I have ever seen, and the most dark sadly. 

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I step up, not smirking anymore. Who the bloody hell does he think he is? Waltzing in and choking me almost to death. I mean yeah he was hot but- what the bloody hell am I saying?! I pause recollecting my thoughts. He's just some idiot fan boy. He doesn't matter, my real fans do. I slip off my jacket and sit down, a ripped English flag wrapped around me like a shirt. 

"So, who was the cutie, Angleterre~"

"Shut it Francis. He's some crazy fan boy."

"Oui, the marks on your neck tell me both types of crazy~" I growl knowing that he left marks from choking me.

"Go to your room wanker."

"Oh~ So sorry Madame~" He laughs his stupid laugh and goes back to his room. I don't know why I agreed to work with him, but all's fair in rock and roll. I pick up my studded guitar and strum a little tune, something I learned here, it's called Uma Thurman by the band Fall Out Boy, kind of an off band but they have good taste. Well, either way it doesn't change my priority. I have four more gigs here in New York city and I plan on keeping them live. 

Alfred's POV

I make it home and see Ivan shirtless sitting in the darkness in my room. Pleasure. He growls without smiling and stands up, he honestly scares me sometimes.

"Did you kill him?"

"N-Not yet sir!"

"Don't stutter Jones."

"I'm torturing him for five days I swear!"

"Good man." He pushes me behind him and smirks. God dammit not again. I fall onto the couch and quickly regain my balance holding up my fists. He holds my fists above my head and his eyes glow a perfect purple. 

"You better not fall in love with that rocker boy." I gulp down my pride.

"I'd never!" I shout in his face.

"Good, cause if you did, da~ I'd have to show you what real rock and roll is." He lets go of me and growls walking out of my room. I stumble to my feet angered by his strength. I look out the window.

"Kill him and I can leave this dump.. I just need one more kill and that'll be enough money to leave." I whisper to myself taking my glasses off and wiping off the few tears I'd never let anyone see.