"Where is that spaniard? He better be behaving himself. I know how wild he can get when he's drunk."
Ah yes, Alfred has come to look for his boyfriend when he got a text message from Mr. Smiles himself. He was now coming to look for him at a old style house out in a country like place. It was a few miles from the nearest house, perfect for a loud all out partiers. People were all over the place, on the roof, in the driveway, drowning in the backyard pool, some even in the road pasted out. This didn't really bother Alfred much, he had been to plenty of parties in his short life as a country.
What did bother him though was how Toni was holding up. He could only hold his liquor for so long. As he pulled up to the address Gil had told him he took his keys from the ignition, and glanced at the time on his phone. Two fucking forty-nine in the morning.
'Yeah there is no way one fiber in his being is sober. I could be possibly wasted by this time, and I have much better endurance then him.'
Harsh, but true. Very true. Anyways Alfred grabbed his cell stuffing it in his pocket, then proceeding his way to the trashed house. He wandered around looking for the front of the house. Sighing to himself as he located the door, Alfred hoped that Toni wasn't causing trouble, for himself or Alfred.
"Damn this is a huge party. There is no way I'm going to find him in this mess." Alfred say to himself. Although he didn't hear it because of all the music.
He started making his way (downtown) through the house between sweaty dancing bodies. Pushing against the flow of rhythms expelled through fast rapping and upbeat singing, Alfred makes it to the kitchen seeing Gilbert half drunk off his ass with a completely wasted Feil.
"Yo Gil! Listen to me! Broski!" Alfred said nudging Gil's shoulder, trying to get attention from the Albino.
"Ey! Al glad you can make it man! Wanna drink?" His friend asked.
"Nah, I'm only here to find Toni." He almost screamed out thanks to the music.
"Kesese!" Off with that annoying laugh again Gil points upstairs yelling over the music again. "He's up there playing on the balcony last I checked." And with that walked out side with his boyfriend to check out the pool.
'Wait the balcony?!' Quickly Alfred started shoving his way to the stairs hoping the Spaniard didn't think of anything stupid.
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American-Spanish War || AmeriSpa
FanfictionAlfred is tried of being single for a year after two mistake relationships with Kiku and Arthur, so he decides that getting out of his dorm is the best way to turn his luck around. Who knew going to a bar would score him a new boyfriend. No one's su...
