Alfred felt confused and lost in this new life. He didn't belong here. He was broken, defective, stupid, lazy, and useless. Hell, he couldn't even sleep a whole night through. He watched Matthew do something on his phone during the firework display. He honestly didn't care if things were going to change. Changing was never a problem for him. He couldn't help the panic that flared in his chest with each boom. He could still hear engines roaring and smell blood. He wasn't normal. He could never be normal. Normal meant being able to leave a room messy. Normal was asking for help when he was scared. He couldn't slow his breathing down. Did he deserve to be a freak? He knew that Arthur found him unnerving. How was he supposed to know how to be normal? He felt the tears start to fall. He couldn't think straight. He was so tired, scared, and lost. Was he at the airfield? Why were the alarms quiet? Where was he? Why did his throat hurt and who was screaming? He pushed hands away, trying to remember something to help himself get to safety. Everything went dark as he passed out from lack of oxygen, unaware of the arms that caught him or the worry in the voices that he could faintly hear as the last grip on reality that he had slipped away.
Arthur was worried after he had noticed Alfred's panic. Arthur spoke reassuringly to the teen and tried to lower Alfred into a chair, the ground was a good option also. He didn't expect Alfred to fight him. Arthur knew he needed to be calm for Alfred's sake. It was a hard task when one is in pain, though.
"Bloody Hell! He bit me! Francis, get your ass over here! Help me calm him down before he passes out!" Francis came over immediately. "Hush, love. You are safe here in the States. Please, poppet, stop fighting us. Shush... There is no need to scream so loudly, love. Francis! He's about to black out!" With Francis' help, Alfred was lowered to the ground where Arthur cradled him close. Arthur continued to whisper softly to Alfred as Francis gathered up the family and got the car. Matthew helped carry Alfred to the car. When they got home, Arthur sat at Alfred's bed side and would remain there until Alfred woke up and could answer a few questions.
YOU ARE READING
Military Brat
FanfictionAlfred has been in the military his whole life. At the age of four, he became a pilot for the Air Force after his father was killed in a raid. Eleven years of service later, he is honorably discharged and has no where to go. When he steps of the tra...
