Wayfare

Chapter 7

"You idiot, I told you that you shouldn't hold the rod like that!" Arthur yelled angrily.

The five were in the middle of the sea, Arthur's brothers were fishing, and Arthur teaching Alfred how to fish, and he was getting impatient every second.

The King was just too hard to teach!

"No! Not like that, do it like this!" Arthur motioned Alfred to copy how he held his own rod.

"But Artiee!! I can't do it!!!"

The 3 Kirkland brothers' eyes twitched as Alfred whined.

They were so frustrated as Arthur was teaching him for a few hours now and yet Alfred hasn't even learned anything yet!

"Your highness, sorry to be rude but fishing is an easy thing to do! How can you be so bad at it?!" Alistair asked impatiently, he was getting irritated at how the King couldn't get it right.

Alfred looked at the redhead and visibly pouted,

"Well, it's my first time you know?! And besides, you four are already used to this!" He reasoned,

"BUT YOU LITERALLY JUST HOLD THE GOD-DAMNED ROD, HOW IS THAT HARD?! WHY ARE YOU HOLDING THE ROD LIKE IT'S SOME BLOODY PENCIL, WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?! ARE YOU DUMB OR WHAT?!"

Alistair yelled angrily, standing up from his seat with frustration, then he realized his mistake as he saw the King's shocked look and quickly apologized.

"Sorry, your highness."

Alfred just waved it off and continued pouting, they had been fishing for hours but he couldn't just learn how to do it!

He looked at the other 2, watching as Dylan catches a fish and Seamus bringing the bucket closer so they should put the fish there, then looked at Arthur who was by his side, who also managed to catch some fish.

The boy noticed his stare and looked back at him,

"What? Have you finally managed to learn how to hold the bloody rod right?"

He asked and sighed as Alfred pouted even more, looked back at his own rod and grumbled.

Arthur stood up from his seat, giving Seamus his own rod, who looked at him confusedly but used it anyway, and went to Alfred's back, grabbing his hand and moving it to guide him, correcting it to the right position.

Alfred looked at his back, staring at Arthur who was putting his hands to the correct position on the rod.

Arthur's sight was focused on the rod, his peridot eyes narrowed on it.

Feeling something tugging on the bait, Alfred tore his eyes away from Arthur and looked back at his rod, realizing that they had caught something.

"Arthur Arthur!! How do I catch it?!"

He asked hurriedly, wanting to catch the fish.

"Roll it!" Arthur said, still on Alfred's back.

"Roll what?!" Alfred asked, confused and impatient,

"The reel!! This!!" Arthur moved Alfred's hands and roll the reel to show him where it was,

"There! Do it yourself now!!" Arthur practically demanded, impatient.