When Thunder Comes [Takixe190]

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Tagged: Arthur Kirkland
Word Count: 289
Notes: Helllllllloooooo! =D

Alfred didn't know it would be thundering that night. If he knew, he never would have agreed to sleep in his own bed. Though Arthur was a firm believer in 'one facing their fears', Alfred really could not get over the fact that the thunder might come into his room to kill him. It was still far off, but it had been coming closer and closer. It was biding it's time. Alfred knew that. It was waiting until he was asleep and then bam! It would come in and strike him.

He whimpered and his tiny fists clenched his thin sheets. He'd be fine. Arthur always told him the thunder was unable to get in. Arthur told him he'd be safe and that nothing would come and hurt him.

That didn't make the thunder any less scary, though.

Alfred tried calming himself, he truly did. However, when one particularly loud boom echoed throughout the area and made the entire house shake, Alfred had enough. "Awthur!" he cried, jumping out of bed. He ran out of his small room, his little feet barely making any sort of noise on the wooden floors. Lightning flashed, lighting everything up, and Alfred felt tears run down his grubby cheeks. "Awthur, don't wet it get me!"

After what felt like hours, he finally made it safe and sound into Arthur's room, where he promptly jumped up on the bed and grabbed Arthur's shoulders, shaking him awake. "Awthur, I'm scared. Pwease don't wet it get me!" He didn't even care that he was supposed to be a big boy- tears were still falling from his eyes and he was this close to start bawling.

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Arthur was unaffected by storms. He always had been, even as a kid. Sometimes, he was jumpy during them, but he never got full on freaked out. He knew there were bigger things to be scared of. He'd always known that. He grew up knowing it.

Alfred didn't get it, though. Every time there was a storm, his little brother completely panicked. Arthur found it strange. At first, he would hug his little brother close and comfort him. Then, it got to the point where he would yell at Alfred. Finally, he realized that the kid would grow out of it, so he went back to comforting him.

That's why he wasn't that surprised when Alfred was shaking him awake, yelling and crying. He sighed, then sat up. He pulled his little brother close.

"It's alright, Alfred." He murmured. "It's outside. And you locked the door, right? So it can't get in."

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Tagged: Arthur Kirkland
Word Count: 214
Notes: Hope this is enough to go by. ^.^;

Alfred buried his face into Arthur's shoulder, trying desperately to hold back his tears. He wanted to be a boy that Arthur could be proud of. He knew his elder brother was scared of nothing whatsoever. He knew his elder brother was the bravest man in the entire world, and here he was, stuck with a brother who cried over booms in the night. He wanted to be just like Arthur, and Arthur was brave and strong and everything he wasn't.

"Can...can you make the storm go away?" he asked, grasping at Arthur's clothing and reminding himself not to pick his head up, just in case the thunder tried to come after him. "It's too woud and it's gonna come and get me." He sniffled pitifully, his eyes brimmed red from the tears and his face flushed from his crying. He knew he couldn't help the fear. It wasn't fair that he was just a little kid- he wanted to be big and powerful, like Arthur was.

When he realized that the storm just kept getting louder, he squeezed his eyes shut and began crying eve more. "P-Pwease make it go away!" he sobbed. "I'll be a good boy, Awthur, just make it leave!"

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Arthur clutched the boy tighter. "Shh, Alfie, it's gonna be okay!" He started rocking back and forth. "It won't come after you, Alfred, okay? It's just thunder. The big mean thunder will stay outside!" His brain searched frantically for a way to calm his little brother down, but came up with nothing.

When Alfred was a baby, all Arthur had to do was bring him into the same room and hold his hands over those tiny ears. But Alfred was probably too big for that kind of stuff now, plus this storm was bigger than the usual. He'd be able to hear over Arthur's hands.

"I can't make it go away, Alfred!" He whispered. "But don't worry! It will go away very soon, I promise!"

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Tagged: Arthur Kirkland
Word Count: 187
Notes: I'm running outta ideas...

Alfred whimpered again, nuzzling up against Arthur's chest and trying to calm down. He knew he needed to be a big boy. Arthur was always under a lot of stress, and he hated making it even worse with his crying. Besides, his friends in town weren't scared of storms. And Arthur himself wasn't scared of storms. Therefore, Alfred knew he needed to be brave. He needed to stop acting like a baby.

"O-Okay," he whispered, rubbing his tears off on Arthur's shirt. "I-I'm twying to be good and quiet. I don't wike this, Awthur." He didn't like it one bit. He didn't want anymore storms to come. He just wanted everything to be quiet and simple and...and storm-less. Anything without storms. Anywhere without storms.

Tugging at Arthur's shirt, he mumbled, "Can we move to a pwace wifout any storms? I can earn some money and...and we can move. And I'll help you move. It can be far away and no thunder will ever get us. Is that okay, Awthur? Can we move?"

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Arthur rubbed circles on his brother's back. "Just relax, Alfred. Everything is gonna be okay, okay? Just, don't cry, alright! If you don't cry, then the thunder won't hear you and won't come get you!" He praised himself for this quick idea.

Arthur smiled at Alfred's request. "Hey, buddy. There's no place where it doesn't storm! Those storms keep the grass and flowers and trees and...other stuff that grows on the ground growing! We need it!"

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Tagged: Arthur Kirkland
Word Count: 217
Notes: Nice starter-picture-things! Bob likes! =D

"It...It won't get me?" Alfred glanced up at Arthur, trying to figure out if he was joking or being serious. Based on his expression, Alfred had to say that he was being serious. Besides, his brother never lied to him. Or so he hoped. He trusted Arthur with his life, and if Arthur said it wouldn't get him, then it wouldn't get him. Of course, he had to be quiet. He had to be quiet and strong and the thunder would leave him alone. "W-Wight," he said, straightening up just a bit in Arthur's arms. "I'm gonna be stwong. I won't wet it hear me!" As if to prove to Arthur that he would do as he promised, the boy put a chubby finger to his lips, making a shh sound.

Of course, he had to answer Arthur's other statement. "But I don't wike these storms! They're being wude and mean to-" And there was another loud clash of thunder, and Alfred couldn't help but whimper and bury his face in Arthur's neck, tightening his grip on his elder brother. "Why wo-won't it weave me awone, Awthur? Can you tell it to go away?"

In his young mind, Arthur could do anything.

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