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(Alfred's POV) Alfred sighed as he flopped onto the bed in the dorm room he was staying in. His roommate Kiku Honda, who came from Japan a couple years ago, wasn't there at the moment and Alfred could only figure that he was still in a class. Alfred couldn't stop thinking about Arthur, he was the only thing on the American's mind these days. When Alfred told his brother and his parents that he was finally in love, they were so excited. When Alfred told them that he was in love with a guy, his dad didn't necessarily like that. When Alfred was younger, that's when he first came out to his parents, and his father didn't take kindly to that i

(Alfred's POV) Alfred sighed as he flopped onto the bed in the dorm room he was staying in. His roommate Kiku Honda, who came from Japan a couple years ago, wasn't there at the moment and Alfred could only figure that he was still in a class. Alfred couldn't stop thinking about Arthur, he was the only thing on the American's mind these days. When Alfred told his brother and his parents that he was finally in love, they were so excited. When Alfred told them that he was in love with a guy, his dad didn't necessarily like that. When Alfred was younger, that's when he first came out to his parents, and his father didn't take kindly to that i

Almost without making any noise, Arthur Kirkland had sneaked his way into the house of who he had been assigned to take the life of. Alfred F. Jones, the son of a rather high-ranked men of the city. Silently he made his way to the room that seemed to be the boy's. Alfred F. Jones slept not too soundly in his room, his unrest being caused by the uncertainty of being killed nearly every night by a new assassin. This tended to happen a lot, so he'd become accustomed to listening for every little sound in his room, and it had even been he'd hear it in the midst of a dream. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed, opening his cerulean eyes to look o