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Shooting Stars-UsUk

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A soft breeze blew gently across the lone field that lay beneath the open sky. Stars twinkled around the full moon, aiding it to illuminate the nighttime scenery.

A young man with silver glowing wings and a circular halo perched atop his head sat in the soft grass, staring up blankly as a bright comet shot past his vision. His eyelids dropped and his lips murmured unspoken wishes before opening them again to see that the shooting star had left.

Emerald eyes gazed pitifully at the emptiness that surrounded him, a hopeless sigh escaped his mouth once seeing the desolate area. He brought his knees up to his chest, hugging them in the process, and laid his head on them. Soft blonde locks of hair shivered and the toga adorning his body shook as he cried silently.

The angel lifted his head up once more, sniffling, before disappearing into the night leaving a few feathers as reminders of his stay.

He walked unnoticed amongst the quiet streets, eyes flicking up every once in awhile to avoid the objects in his way. A small voice called out, his ears perking and large eyebrows furrowing as he craned his neck to look around.

A little boy sat on a rock wall to his left, cerulean eyes wide and cheeks pink as he gazed at the angel. His blonde hair swished around as he hopped down, one stubborn cowlick standing straight the entire time as he approached him cautiously.

"Wow." he breathed. His eyes scanned the man carefully, hungrily drinking in the godly creature's appearances. "Are you a real life angel?" the man looked down at the excited child before responding hesitantly, "Yes."

The little smile that had adorned his face grew tenfold when the angel replied, his British accent clear and his voice smooth and persuasive. "Awesome! I've never met a real angel before! My name's Alfred F. Jones! What's yours?"  he squealed.

The angel stood dumbfounded at the energy the kid had, and blurted, "Britannia-er, Arthur." Alfred smiled as he bounced on the heels of his feet. "Soooo, what do angels do?" he asked. Arthur held a pale hand to his chin, pondering the answer as Alfred stared with hopeful orbs.

Before he could say anything, the little American boy saw something in the sash of his toga. "Whoaaah! A magic wand!!" his tiny hands gripped onto a stick that held a yellow star on the tip that was tucked into the sash. Arthur reached a hand out to stop him, but to no avail. Alfred began waving the wand around with vigor, his legs skipping all over the sidewalk and almost unnoticeably making his way to the corner.

Arthur trotted after him, gripping the boy's shoulder before he walked off into the street. "Hold on there, chap." he chuckled. Alfred stared back at the angel before handing him the wand. "Sorry." he murmured, blushing shyly as the Briton placed the magical device back in his sash.

"Only an angel can wield the wand." Arthur commented. Alfred pouted slightly until his vision was turned to the sky, watching in awe as another comet sped past. "Oooh! A shooting star! Let's go see it!" he squeaked excitedly.

Grabbing Arthur's hand, the Brit was dragged down the streets to a very familiar spot of grass only to be forced on his bottom by Alfred, hands still connected.

This time as the angel watched the stars, he felt comfortable. His hand was squeezed frequently every time the chipper little boy saw constellations or shooting stars.

"That ones umm…" he said, trailing off as his finger was raised pointing to  a cluster of three stars.

"Orion's belt?" Arthur finished. Alfred nodded enthusiastically and rested his head on Arthur's shoulder. The Briton flinched for a moment before relaxing into the touch. He had been star gazing many a time before, but never with another person. He glanced over at the droopy eyed child and ran his fingers hesitantly through Alfred's golden hair.

"Say lad, why were you out here at this time of night?" he queried. Alfred's head shot up from the crook in Arthur's neck, wide eyed and alert, leaving a cold breeze to sweep over the now empty shoulder. "Oh no!" he shouted, Arthur wincing at his noisy vocals. "I forgot! I was looking for a toy I left in the sand box outside the house, but then I saw you! I have to go back home now! Bye Arthur!" the words sputtered from his lips as he tried to stand up and sprint back the way he came. Before leaving the field, he looked the angel straight in the eyes from where he was standing and called, "I'll see you again tomorrow night, right?"

Arthur stood in shock, nodding stupidly as Alfred beamed and shot back towards his home, leaving the Brit to stare at where he was standing only moments ago.

A soft smile graced his lips. He had made a friend. A friend that wanted to see him again the next night to stargaze.

And that he did.

By the time the next night came around, Arthur was already sitting in the field, chin propped up on the heels of his palms as he stared off wordlessly into the sky. It wasn't until he heard the pitter patter of feet coming towards him that he turned around just in time to avoid Alfred's little body colliding with his.

The boy gave a quick apology before sitting next to the angel and staring out into space as well.

"Hey Arthur?" Alfred muttered. The Brit tore his gaze away from the sky and it landed on the American's tiny figure. "Hm?" he replied with a bit of a hum to it.

"How come you're an angel?" Arthur wasn't expecting a question like that, it was certainly one of the most random ones he'd ever gotten. He wasn't even sure he had an answer to it either. So he came up with the first thing he thought of. "To watch over the little children and grant their wishes." he explained. Alfred had turned his attention to the angel and nodded, a little 'oh' sound of understanding fell from his lips.

"Can you grant a wish for me?" he asked, now bouncing with excitement. The Briton paused, for he did not know how to grant wishes at all really. He had seen higher up angels that knew but so far he was at the bottom of the food chain. He couldn't dare break Alfred's heart by telling him he lied.

"Well now Alfred, I'm afraid that I'm low on magic at the moment, how about another time when I refill my wand?" he said, waving his mystical device for emphasis. The boy looked sullen for a second, but his usual cheery grin returned quickly. "Okay!" he beamed.

Arthur exhaled. That was close. He'd have to be careful what he told the boy in the future, that is if Alfred wanted to continue seeing him at all. For a little while longer they watched the sky until Alfred yawned and rubbed his eyes, murmuring a goodbye to the angel and stepping more slowly to his home. "Same thing tomorrow?" he muttered over his shoulder. The angel nodded happily and nudged him forward, Alfred catching his drift and sauntering to his house.

This went on for a long time. Arthur would meet up with Alfred at the same time each night, never missing a moment to spend with the child. They would talk to each other about their days, Alfred mostly did considering Arthur couldn't explain the intricacies of  how heaven worked and his position in it. Often Alfred asked about Arthur granting his wish, and the angel had to continuously turn him down. It wasn't until a few years later when Alfred was a young teen in middle school that he began questioning Arthur's abilities.

"Hey Artie!" a cheerful blue eyed blonde hair American yelled as he raced down to meet the angel. Arthur looked up, and to his dismay, was crashed into by a sturdy boy. "Oof!" he grunted, pushing Alfred off of him. "Watch where you're going lad." Alfred ignored him and instead bounced from where he was kneeling.

"I'm going to be an astronaut!" he exclaimed. Arthur raised a large brow in confusion and pushed back the urge to snicker at the boy's childish antics. "Oh really?" he asked instead. Alfred jumped up and began acting like an astronaut, calling Houston and everything. Arthur chuckled warmly at him, shifting his position from the ground to lift the American up.

Alfred squeaked as Arthur gently floated off the ground, carrying Alfred with him and flying around the area. The blue eyed boy squirmed and struggled at first, but later relaxed and went along with the ride. "Weeeeeeeee! This is awesome, Artie!" he shouted, unable to control his happiness. The angel brought him down to the ground after a few moments and they sat together in silence, stargazing yet again.

"So Arthur…" Alfred began, chewing at his lip nervously. He was going to ask about the wishes again, but was scared considering that last time the Brit nearly blew his top.

"Hnn?" Arthur gave his simple reply. It was now or never. "I was wondering… if you're such an amazing angel and all… if I could have a wish…?" he stammered out. Arthur looked down at him with annoyance sparked in his grassy green orbs before Alfred continued quickly, "I-I mean it'll just be a small wish! Nothing too big…"

Arthur sighed and gazed down at the fidgety blonde before giving in. "Allright. What do you want?" he asked. Alfred immediately perked up and his hand shot past his face, pointing towards the night sky above them. "A star!" he claimed, clapping his hands like a child would after they 'accidentally' threw their spaghetti at their parents' heads.

Arthur swallowed, a watery smile forming on his lips as he said, "I'm sorry boy. I don't think I can do that."

Alfred gave him a look he didn't like to see. His brows were furrowed and his lips pulled into a tight line as his nostrils flared, arms crossing across his chest defiantly. "Why not?" he huffed. Arthur ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his cool while Alfred looked disappointedly at him.

"I'm not allowed to. My wand is being fixed." he said bluntly. Alfred glared at him before shouting, "No it's not! It's right there I see it!" pointing towards his the sandy blonde's sash where it was hidden. "You don't want to grant my wish! Or…" he trailed off, a heartbreaking look bestowed in his blue orbs. "You lied to me. You can't grant wishes."

Arthur opened and closed his mouth, similar to a fish out of water, before hanging his head murmuring, "No. I can't grant wishes." he had a feeling Alfred was more upset about the fact that he had lied to him than that he couldn't grant wishes. He looked up and stared hopelessly at Alfred's retreating form rushing up the hill and out of his sight. He tried calling out but his words couldn't reach the boy, and he gave up, stalking over to a tree and curling up against it. He knew he'd screw this up. A few lone tears escaped from his eyes before he could stop them, and he laid in the fetal position, waiting for sleep to overcome him.

The next day, Alfred had felt bad for the way he had acted towards Arthur and he decided to apologize. Heading to the same field they met at every night, he stopped at the top of the hill and his eyes scanned the scene.

Arthur was no where to be found. The field was completely desolate, save for some trees and bushes, but it was vacant of any angel presence. The American scoured the area in search of his friend, but nothing was there. After at least an hour, he gave up on finding his companion and began sulking back to his house.

This continued for the next few weeks. Alfred would look for the angel whom was never there, and eventually he discontinued searching for him at all, though the Brit was not forgotten.

But, he'd look out the window every night afterwards, hoping that maybe Arthur was watching the stars too.

Many more years passed, and still no sign of the angelic sandy blonde. Alfred had grown from a rambunctious little child into a strong, fit young man with a successful career as an astronaut.

And today was a big day; the day he went to the moon.

He sat anxiously in the cockpit, waiting for his commander to send the rocket off the launch pad and soaring through the sky. His suit was heavy and uncomfortable, but he had gotten used to it after so much training in it. And this was finally the day that it'd be put to use, for real.

His excitement grew even more as the commander began the countdown and he could feel the engines pulsing throughout the rocket, vibrating the American in his seat.

"…5...4...3...2...1...blastoff."  a voice droned in his headphones. Alfred could feel the rocket lift off the launch pad and ascend into the air, smoke billowing from where it was before as it blasted off over the atmosphere and through the clouds heading straight up. The pressure was more intense than what he had imagined, but he was able to stick it through while the rocket soared through the sky. Instructions cackled through the radio piece attached to the side of his head and he followed accordingly. The journey to the moon had only begun and he had his way away, but he could be patient.  

Hours had passed until the rocket had finally left the earth completely and was traveling freely in space. Alfred was able to let the auto pilot take control and he could take a break, getting the chance to try out some anti-gravity moves of awesomeness. After some pats on the back and words of encouragement from his colleagues, Alfred moved toward the window.

His cerulean orbs instantly widened as he stared out at the endless amount of stars and space. It was truly a breathtaking scene, even more amazing than he could have ever imagined, and he drank in every bit of it. The American astronaut sighed. He wished with all his heart that Arthur was beside him, watching the comets fly by and they'd be holding hands like when he was a kid. After Arthur stopped showing up to their regular meeting place, he felt a pang of guilt stab him since he wasn't able to apologize to the angel.

A red light lit up and he returned to the cockpit, giving a few commands of his own before taking control again.

A few days later of the grueling space travel (despite the beauty of the endless starry sky in front of him) Alfred was utterly relieved to be able to get out of the cramped shuttle and onto the moon's surface. His breath was shaky as he descended the stairs and made his boot print in the dust. He was quivering with excitement as he moved around, taking in all of his surroundings on the special space camera he was given as well.

While his companions went to gather information from the moon rover, he went off to explore. Alfred picked up a moon rock and dusted it off, gazing at it with such a look of pride like it was his own son. This was the best day of his life, because he, Alfred F. Jones, had landed on the moon and was holding his very own moon rock! Maybe he could take home some souvi-

His thoughts were interrupted as he noticed a figure shuffling around in his peripheral vision. Alfred froze noticeably, turning around fearfully to face whatever it was. The other astronauts were all the way behind him, and all of them were accounted for. He swallowed the lump of nerves at the back of his throat and tried to pinpoint the creature. Did the moon have aliens?

Alfred was hoping so (strangely) but what he saw was more of a shock than anything he could've ever expected.

It was Arthur.

Alfred stared wide eyed with surprise at the angel that stood before him, shuffling his sandaled feet in the dust nervously and not making eye contact. His head was turned down and his hands were folded neatly behind his back. He still wore the same toga and his wings and halo were still as beautiful as the day he first saw them.

"A-Arthur?" he stammered, reaching out to the angel. Arthur lifted his head, staring at the surprised blue orbs behind the clear screen of Alfred's helmet. "A-Al…" he whispered, eyes beginning to moisten at the corners. "I didn't think you'd remember me, or care for that matter…" he continued, tears forcing their way through and voice cracking.

Alfred made his way over the angel as quickly as possible, embracing Arthur as tightly as he could. "Damnit…. do you know how long I looked for you? I wanted to apologize for being such a jerk to you." Arthur stared wide eyed in surprise as he hesitantly returned the embrace.
After a few moments of hugging, Alfred released him and pulled back, staring into a slightly wet angelic face.

"How… where…what happened?" he asked, eyes scanning over the sniffling Brit.

Arthur sighed, wiping his red eyes running a hand through his hair before replying, "It's a long story…"

"I have time." Alfred said smiling, holding the angel's hands and chuckling as Arthur turned a bright shade of pink. Arthur smiled nervously and took a breath in.

"Well, first of all, after you left I was so ashamed of lying. I tried to shake it off but I really couldn't. So I thought back on your wish and well…" he began, sentence wavering at the end. Alfred's eyed bugged out of his head when he put two and two together. He watched in awe as Arthur pulled out a sparkling orb out from his sash and placed it in his white gloved hands. The sunny blonde just stared dumbstruck at the shining object that was placed in his hands, a sense of warmth overcoming him and a lone tear almost trickled down his cheek.

"Arthur…" he breathed, trying to hold down the joy bursting in his chest.

"To answer your other questions, because I'm an angel I don't really need to breath or eat." he continued. Alfred glanced down at the star in his hands and back at Arthur. His emerald eyes stayed consistent, never losing their sheen or beauty. "I waited for you… why didn't you come back?" Alfred whispered. Arthur looked away sheepishly, and murmured, "I didn't think you wanted to see me. I flew all the way out to the nearest star, and when I finally made it back to the moon I thought you'd forgotten about me."

Alfred shook his head vigorously and leaned as far forward as he could to (sort of) touch his forehead to the Brit's. "Arthur I could never forget you. I kept watching the stars at night hoping that maybe you were watching too…" The angel tried his best to keep his blush from spreading and nuzzled his face to the best of his extent against the American's. "Well, I was watching." he replied softly.

Alfred beamed brightly as he put the star into his supply case before frowning slightly. "But couldn't you have poofed back home or something?" Arthur groaned silently, exasperated, and responded, "Like I said I didn't think you wanted to see me, I had nowhere to go. Working in heaven was a pain in the arse for me anyway."

Alfred smirked and held the Briton close to him, smiling down to him. "Thank you. So much. Really, I-I don't know how to thank you. This is greater than anything I could've ever asked for." it was quiet for a moment, the two men continuing to touch foreheads before Alfred's shot up, and he gripped Arthur's shoulders.

"You can stay with me!" he shouted, excitement bubbling over. Arthur stared at Alfred, mouth slightly agape as his mind registered what was just said. "I-I don't know… I-"

"Please." the cheery blonde begged, cutting off the Brit in mid sentence. "Just, stay with me… I have my own house and everything, I just… don't want to be alone anymore." he muttered. Arthur looked down, contemplating the idea of staying with the American, but before he could answer, a crackling sound echoed through the space helmet as the other astronauts called in Alfred to return.

He gave a pleading look down to the angel, lips pouty, eyes watery, and a few sniffles thrown in for effect. The Briton rolled his emerald orbs before taking the boy's hand and murmuring, "Git."

*************

When Arthur and Alfred had returned to earth, the Brit had gone back to heaven to denounce his angelic status while Alfred made his speech about the trip to the moon. Although the council wasn't very pleased, but carried on stripping him of his abilities and holy features.

Arthur didn't mind at all though, because now he was able to be with Alfred, and that's all that mattered.

The Alfred had set up a room for Arthur and gave him a grand tour of the house. Though the Brit was impressed by the mansion like abode, what really tugged on his heartstrings was a huge balcony on the roof, complete with two chairs, a table, a chest with maps and star charters, and a telescope.

They spent every night they could together, just gazing up at the sky and talking, feelings shared and heartfelt words passed to the other.

It was after Alfred had fallen asleep on the seat next to him, soft snores escaping his lips every now and then, that Arthur craned his neck up to watch a comet shoot by straight across the jet black night. He smiled to himself and whispered, "Thank you." before joining his partner in a blissful slumber.
yaaaaay sort of my first ish fanfiction :'D

and here is the song that inspired me to write it: [link]
:)
also, i kinda rushed on this one cuz i wanted to get the idea out so its not my best :P
lol im not an author :XD:
i hope its an okay story at least
woo. bigass story.
characters (c) himaruya hidekaz
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xJakkiex's avatar
Awww thats cute >/////<

You tend to overuse "orbs" but other than that it seems pretty well written.

The song is cute too xD