Finding

(25) England

Where did he go wrong?

With more years passing by Tord was starting to notice how Asher despised Tom. The pineapple may think he's subtle with his displeasure for Tom but he's actions betray him.

Any mentioning of 'Thomas' would end up with his charge clenching his fists or turning away. If not, anything about the eyeless Brit would be utterly ignored by the said pineapple. What's more, Asher does his best to try to be nothing like Tom.

It was just frustrating to see things become like this.

Asher was now close to being sixteen and his charge was being difficult. Quite rather difficult.

Nonetheless, Asher still remained to be quite obedient and loyal towards him so Tord was willing enough to overlook some of the tropical fruit's short comings.

He was willing to overlook it since he was still going to be Tom's father and that he was Tord's successor for the current time period. The silvernette did his best to groom Asher and here they were now.

The pineapple now had his second PhD degree relating to Chemical Engineering from MIT and the tropical fruit seemed to be so engaged in his studies that Tord was starting to worry. Tord was worried that Asher would instead prefer to live here in America as compared to what he was supposed to in England. Which in turn was making the horned male try and think of ways to convince Asher to return with him back 'home.'

After all, he can't have Tom suddenly becoming an American just because of this reason. Besides, if Tom was an American, Tord wasn't sure if he would still be able to meet the other once he had left Asher.

That, for all the things he had done, Tord still wanted to meet the eyeless Brit and be friends with him again. To not meet him again because of his failure to convince the pineapple was making Tord's chest hurt just by thinking about it.

He still wanted to meet Tom.

"Father, why do we have to go back to England? It's not like we have anything important there," Asher argued as he had his arms crossed.

"What do you mean by nothing important, Asher!? That's where your roots lie! Moreover, why can't you understand that that's where I want to be in.

You're the one who insists that I always be there for you whenever you'd want to go to some country either for studying or pleasure. And now, you're asking me to stay here permanently in America because of what!? You're bored of the scenery there?" Tord cried out as the importance of the situation was making him willing enough to shed some tears just to make the teen listen. The clawing of his own chest was even supplementing the Norwegian's tirade that Tord himself was worried that he might soon cry for real if this argument would be prolonged any further.

After all, this argument of theirs had been going for a week now and Tord was becoming desperate to make sure that Asher returns to England for good. He was desperate to the thought of seeing Tom again and knowing that the Brit would smile whatever shenanigan he thought was funny.

"Father—"

"No! I don't care about what you think. If you're worried about a guardian, I'll have one, no, a few of our loyal servants attend to you.

Meanwhile, I'll head back to England alone and live in the mansion you now, oh so, hate," the silvernette wept as the tears that he was now shedding was becoming all too real and the clawing in his chest which he was feeling was a tad bit too much.

So, Tord now turned away and began wiping his tears as he walked out of the living room of the house they were currently staying.

"Father, please..."