So, yeah, I like to write, mainly about Hetalia. And this is were I'll post most of it. I'm also on fanfiction, Foreverkinght. I will also post whatever else here, too.
~Another request from Owyn who is in a mood for blind!alfred~
Darkness. That is all I have ever seen. For people who can see, they try to describe it as walking around with their eyelids closed. Well, with mine open or closed it does not matter. Despite this limitation, my life is good. My mother and father love me, they got me help, and they make sure I am happy.
Mother is normally around with me all the time but she said she got a job Ann’s can’t be with me as much. I tell her it is ok. Then she says that is will be going to a daycare. It is a place were other kids go during the day while their parents are at work. I go to this daycare tomorrow with mother.
I can hear the other kids laughing and having fun when we pull up. I get out of the car -by myself- and grab my stick, which mother says is white, and she leads me inside. Once inside, there is more laughter and some crying. Mother tells me that those are just kids who miss their mommy. She also says that I need to be brave and strong. Then she goes about talking to some other lady.
I tune them out and start to wonder, using my stick to keep me from running into walls. I walk into a room when I hear some grumpy voice say “What are you looking at?” There was the sound of tears in the voice.
“I’m not looking at nothing. I can’t see.” I say, but not in the least bit upset. I hear the boy gasp.
I nod at his question and put my hand out. “I’m Alfred Jones! Mother says I will be going here during the day now.” My hand stayed out in the air, waiting for the other. The other boy seemed to be unable to decide to come and shake it.
“Miss Dewy put me in time out…she said I am not supposed to move from this spot. I’m Arthur Krikland. Nice to meet you Alfred.”
I smile, pulling my hand back. “Will you be my friend, Arthur?”
“Yes, after I get out of time out maybe we can play something?”
“Yeah! That’ll be fun!”
He was my first friend, not many kids want to play with a kid who can’t see, and he didn’t care that I was blind. I soon looked forward going to daycare to get a chance to play with Arthur again.
~Owyn’s idea, she gave me the idea and I wrote it. Enjoy it~
It was late, very late, and both young parents were worn out from the day. They were cuddling, Alfred’s muscular arms wrapped protectively around the slender frame of Arthur. Arthur were sound asleep, a light smile on his lips. The tell tale sign of peaceful resting.
Everything was quiet and still. Alfred was also about to reach that level of sleep when it happened. A sharpe cry pierced through the air, jolting Alfred out of his sleep. It was the cry of his baby. The younger man moaned slightly and slowly peeled his arms off of his partner. Who pulled the blanket closer from the lack of warmth. This made Alfred frown.
He got himself out of the comfortable, warm bed, slipped on his slippers, and made his way through the night to the baby’s room. Alfred tried to move quietly throughout the halls, not wanting to wake Arthur.
The baby’s room was painted a light green, a gender neutral color that also matched their son’s eyes. The whole room was what Arthur wanted, Alfred was not going to get in his way. The taller blond had little to no decorating sense. Off to one side of the small room, pulled away from the wall, was a crib that held their crying child.
“Shh…I’m here.” Alfred bent down to pick up his son. “Daddy’s here.”
He started to rock the small child gently, trying to lull him back to sleep. This normally worked but it was not tonight. Alfred raked his brain for some other way. Then it hit him, a lullaby. He knew the best one, his mother would sing it to him. Alfred cleared his throat and began.
“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,
Daddy’s going to buy you a mockingbird.”
He changed that little part. The blond kept his voice low and rocked his son.
“And if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Daddy’s going to buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Daddy’s going to buy you a looking glass.”
The rest of the old lullaby was lost to him but Alfred kept humming. This seemed to help. The crying stopped and the boy soon closed his eyes. Alfred didn’t stop. He begun the song again. It reminded him of his childhood, filling him with good feelings. Alfred was too wrapped up in singing and humming that he missed Arthur opening the door.
Arthur smiled as he watched his partner sing their son back to sleep. He didn’t make a sound, Alfred’s voice was very soothing. Alfred seemed to be slowing his song, that was a clue to leave. Arthur knew Alfred startled easily and this would wake the now sleeping baby.
The smaller male headed back to their room and got comfortable. This would be a secret. Arthur was very much awake when Alfred returned. He felt the bed dip and then the warm, protective arm drape over his waist, and pull him closer to the warm body. A smile returned to the young parent’s face as he welcomed sleep with his lover’s arm holding him close.