Unpredictable Personality

Most people declared him lonely, insane, a Black Sheep amongst them all. They've all done it once, no matter how close they were/are to him or how much they deny it. The main reason why they'd call him so was because of his actions, reactions, and mainly, his personality.

 

His personality was so intertwined, it was like being trapped within a spiders capsule before it's fangs dug into you, rendering you unconscious. He could be happy and caring, only to be angry and annoyed in a second by one little thing.

 

He was simply a walking, ticking time bomb. As unpredictable like the whether. He couldn't help it though; all the pain, happiness, disappointment, all of those emotions and more caused his heart to be confused, broken and scared.

 

Scared of what would happen if he could ever love anyone like he had before.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summertime. He could make himself like it if he wanted to. Granted the sun was always burning upon their skin & eyes, the mosquitoes sucking out every drop of blood you could spare, sweat always seemed to accumulate upon their foreheads...

Actually...

 

Summertime was just miserable.

 

Arthur let lose a sigh as he rolled up his sleeves, desperately trying anything to get even a slight degree cooler. 95 degrees and it wasn't even the heat of the day yet. Alfred's country can be so unpredictable. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before focusing back onto the meeting.

 

Or whatever it turned out to be. Everyone there seemed to either be panting or sweating profusely due to the heat. Even some of those who lived in warmer countries couldn't compare to this heat. They all needed something to cool them off. The only two who were doing anything was Antonio and Francis.

 

Arthur jumped up suddenly, making Alfred almost fall out of his seat surprised.

 

"It's to bloody hot for this," he stated kindly as he could, wiping the sweat from his brow, "Why not instead of losing all the bodily fluids we have, we go to the beach instead?" Over three fourths of the face's seemed to brighten at the thought of diving into the cold blue water.

 

"Dude, that's the best idea you've had in forever," cried the American, pulling the British man into a breath-taking hug. Arthur could feel the small amount of kindness he had melt away as an enraged fire started deep within his heart.

 

"Let go of me you wanker!"

 

 

 

 

 

Arthur sighed as he felt the cool water drum against his feet. These were one of the few times he really loved nature. The times where it was able to calm him as easily as a simple cup of tea, and yet the natural roar of it all drowning all of his troubles.

 

The only trouble with the sea is that it brought back memories. The Brit closed his eyes as he felt his heart speed up with just the slight thought of Pirates and gold. All that adrenaline and risks tied in with everything a man could ever want.

 

He opened his eyes again, this time his bare feet weren't on the salt-water covered beach, instead they were within dark boots upon the deck. His coat, stiff due to the salty wind and multiple times being tossed overboard during a drunken spree, held to his body. He felt his gloved hand reach up to move his eye patch when one of his crew said it looked off.

 

Only to be met with skin.

 

With this, he was snapped back into reality, quickly losing all sense of rush he had just had. In utter disappointment, Arthur put his head into his hand, his other one being the stabilizer for all the weight. He was a bit disappointed in himself, why you ask? Well, when he first gave up the gig it was truly for his little brother.

 

But the second time it happened...

 

Was because he was lonely.

 

Don't  get him wrong, the crew was a great group to say the least, they would keep him busy, try to keep his mind on the tasks at hand. But then, that's when they met them.

 

The Sirens.

 

Or, depending on where your from, it's mermaids. Beautiful, enchanting creatures, with voices so heavenly, lonely sailors and pirates would do anything to be with them...

 

Even...

 

Drown.

 

After he had lost over 5/6th of his crew that day, and almost losing his own life himself, he realized that this job wasn't just lonely, but it was getting to dangerous for his liking. He was thankful he had decided to head home a while before then, taking him and the rest of his crew one last day before docking.

 

When he got on shore, he got himself a new place, sold his boat, and sent all of his crew members off, even though many of them opposed. After he got them to leave, he went back to his home, took a trunk, and buried all of these memories down within it.

 

As best as he could. When he did bury that coat and hat, he had buried most of his courage. His pirate self wouldn't allow the Russian to scare him like he does now, but that's what the gentle man did. Which was truly better, he thought gaze stuck to the wee bit of ocean at his feat, be a notorious pirate in which both men and women feared, or to be the gentleman which was scared of the mightier and no ladies would care to know.

 

It was then that Matthew had come to him with an ice cream cone. Arthur turned his head away from its previous angle to look upon the quitter of his siblings. Mint chocolate chip, Matthew knew what would exactly cheer the Brit up.

 

Smiling, Arthur gently grabbed the cone while muttering a thank you. The Canadian smiled back at him, feeling grateful that he could be the one to cheer up the unstable Brit.

 

Then, there was Alfred.

 

The American came in between them with a loud hey, only to realize seconds later what exactly the eldest of them was eating.

 

"Hey Arthur," he asked getting the other's attention, "Do you believe in Unicorns?" A bit confused by the question, the Englishman brought the cone down.

 

"Of course I do," he stated, "I did give one to your for a centennial gi-" Just before he could finish his statement, Alfred grabbed the cone in his hand and shoved it onto his forehead with enough force to make it stick.

 

"BELIEVE," cried the American as he dashed into the water. Arthur felt his happiness turn into unrolling anger in record time. His hands clenched into fists so tight, his knuckles turned white. The gentleman was lost, but the Pirate wasn't there. The older brother was.

 

"GET BACK HERE ALFRED," he called angrily as he chased him out into the water.

 

 

 

He never thought that these old clothes would fit him as well as they did. He ran a hand through his hair, his red shirt lifting up and revealing his lower torso slightly (as well as his whole belt) as he messed up his hair even more than before. His guitar case was held upon him only buy the simple strap.

 

He loved Saturdays, out of all the other days, this one day was the best. He would walk deep into his closet, in which held his most rebellious days, and drag something out. Granted he didn't have the tattoos he had when he last wore this, but at least he was still able to wear the studs.

 

He ran his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the stud within it feeling a bit foreign yet at the same time, it fit so well. He caught the gaze of a few people, their eyes filled with confusion and disgust. He gave a half hearted chuckle.

 

"What," he called their way, his arms going up as he gestured to himself, "Never seen a punk before you high esteemed twats?!" He watched as their faces just twisted into disgust before they showed their selves away. This is one of the few things he hated about his people now-a-days.

 

They were all the same.

 

At least in America they could express themselves differently everyday, here, they seemed to have 8 outfits of the same exact outfit. It was boring. He wish he could express himself as he pleased, express himself as how he felt, not how everyone expected him to be.

 

He slowed to a stop when he got to his destination. An area, where not many of his own people went, only the outcast.

 

And they only came, to express themselves.

 

Arthur walked over to his usual area by the side of an orphanage, a place where only kids loved to listen to his music. He took his guitar off of his shoulder and out of his case. He grabbed his favorite Union Jack pick and placed it between his teeth as he tightened the strings.

 

He sighed and closed his eyes as he moved his fingers to play a simple G.

 

 

When he opened his eyes again, he was met with an audience of little kids. A smile couldn't help but appear on his new face as they all came up to talk to him. He chatted with them, laughed with them, and simply played with them a bit longer than 3 songs worth before they had to head in.

 

He chuckled as he straightened his posture before he grabbed his guitar and started to put it away.

 

When his gaze saw a pair of shoes.

 

He jumped backwards, almost dropping his pricy guitar in the process. Gasping to control his heart rate, only to gasp again at the sight,

 

It was a lady, one who looked quite different then the dull people he was used to seeing. Her black hair was partially in her face, her brown eyes encased in a pair of black framed glasses. She wore a dark sweatshirt which as open to reveal an oversized black t-shirt with a heart design on the front.

 

Her pants were dark and ripped, the rips within them almost exactly matching his own. Her wrists supported multiple bands, holding names and figures she liked while draped around her neck was a heart necklace. She was mesmerizing.

 

"That was an amazing song," she said, giving him a small smile, "I love the fact that you even played with the orphans afterwards. They need it." Arthur's tongue couldn't help but fail him at this point, so he just nodded.

 

"Well," she giggled, "Maybe I could here you again someday." He only nodded again, causing her to giggle more. "Well, till next time." She turns and starts leaving, when Arthur realized he didn't even get her name.

 

"Hey, miss, what's your name," he called, hoping she could hear him. She turned around with a smile.

 

"Scarlett, Scarlett Sparks," she called, "What about yours?"

 

"Arthur, Ma'am, Arthur Kirkland."

 

 

 He was so nervous, not only had he met her only one more time between then and now, he found out only an hour ago she was the Representative of Maine. Being a state of Alfred', he grew more nervous as he thought over his plan.

 

He wore a gray suit and a tie, nothing out of the ordinary there, it was the cloak that was outta place. Instead of introducing her to his different personalities one at a time, he thought a magic spell which would show her all of them was the best move. I mean, he'd already introduced his punk and gentleman self to her, it was the brother and Pirate self he was worried about.

 

But what if she didn't accept him then?

 

He felt his heart fall at the thought of watching her face turn from happy and hopeful into scared and disgust.

 

Disgust....A face he had learned to see so often.

 

Tears started to accumulate around the Englishman's eyes as he thought of the worst to come. He threw his book against the ground and turned around to walk off, only to freeze when he saw what exactly the book had opened up to.

 

A single personality spell.

 

A small, hopeful smile appeared upon his lips as he quickly picked the book back up and gathered the ingredients. His heart had already begun pounding in his ears, and he hadn't even begun the incantation.

 

As his lips moved and his voice rolled with every syllable, he saw as his personalities before his very eyes.

 

A Pirate.

 

An Older Brother.

 

A Gentleman.

 

A Punk.

 

A Drunk (boy was he ashamed of that one)

 

An Angel.

 

And a Magician.

 

It was more than he expected, but if he could even eliminate a few of them, he'd be normal. He took a breath and continued on. Word after word, sentence after sentence, he felt it inside of him. The Pirate bravery started to filled his heart, the punk started to fueled his eyes, the Gentleman started it's hold his tongue, the angel's wings wrapped around his mind, and the Magician started it's pulls on his body.

 

Then, the door opened. He kept his gaze upon the group of personalities, a hunch being that it was Alfred or Francis trying to break his concentration, but when a pair of arms wrapped around him, he couldn't help but break his spell.

 

Tears littered her eyes as she looked up at him, and then slowly around the group. When she came back to him, she wiped her tears away before asking a soft why. It was at this that Arthur started losing his personalities, all of his senses becoming his own.

 

She asked him louder but he didn't know how to reply. This is when she told him, that she wasn't much different. From Best Friend to the Lonely one, Big sister to little sister, Colorful to dull. It didn't matter what she could be to begin with, she'd always end up something else.

 

Arthur felt tears start upon his eyes once more. He never realized that. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug, his cloak making his personalities disappear from sight.

 

For once he was glad he hadn't finished a spell. For if he had, he would've never been able to have the women within his arms.

 

 

 

Someone with the same personality as him...

 

 

 

 

 

An Unpredictable Personality.