The 'Artist' that Tried
A AU I thought of again that based around the roaring 20s.
With the upset in Europe after WW1 Arthur Kirkland found himself in a situation in which he needed to leave the country he loved to venture towards the bright beacon being the US. He vows to return to England when the situation is better and he has enough money for such. Now he is a immigrant which still sits far from pleasant in his stomach. 
While being in the flooded immigrant market Arthur is tipped off that there is a few secret shortcuts through the city. He unwittingly took the advise and started using the paths. Once day while he was within a crowded part of the ghettos he is attacked by a unknown immigrant baring a blade to his back. He asked for Arthur’s money and Arthur quickly dug into his pocket for his wallet. The man took the money and ran only to be stopped by another person coming his way. A guy around Arthur’s age if not younger had been following him for quite some time when he noticed a guy tailing Arthur. “I can finally be a hero and save him if I am careful enough” he thought. 
The young man tried to dodge the knife as best he could and managed to restrain the man before knocking him out with a swift punch. Living on the streets for more than half his life really paid off sometimes. The youth delivered the wallet back to Arthur asking him if he was okay. Arthur confirms it leaving Arthur to ask a few questions. Alfred F Jones was his name, a born American who lives in New York while being apart of one of the wealthier families in the city mainly off creation of goods such as clothes. 
"Why would someone like him be around the ghettos anyway?" Arthur asked himself.
It turns out that Alfred has been looking to be a hero for some time but it something of a fuck up with most situations. The ghettos are a perfect place to help old ladies from being robbed. With Arthur thinking that Alfred was mocking him like other born Americans he grew annoyed and angered. As a sign of kindness Arthur offered to show Arthur the city, or at least the parts he didn’t know of. 
Arthur was introduced to a culture he never knew and continued to at times both admire and criticize them. When Alfred started to ask Arthur questions about his own past Alfred showed more pride in his country than he should have. 
"It must be a really bad place were you come from now. England right? Well at least now you can be apart of one of the best countries in the entire world y’know" 
"I don’t want to become a American, I am only here for a short period of time until I have enough money to move back and start over again" 
"What? Why would you want to do that? Everyone moves here because it is better and being a American is better than anything else"
"There are plenty of great things about being a part of the Great British Empire"
"We still beat you during the revolutionary war"
"That was uncalled for" 
Months pass by and Arthur starts to fall for Alfred but is suspicious that Alfred does not see him as such. Once day Alfred offers Arthur enough money for a trip back to England along with enough to plenty more. Alfred had managed to get the money after working in the business and sacrificing his free time in the last few months since he met Arthur. 
Arthur is faced with a choice to either go to England and never see Alfred again or to stay with him in a country he would not call home. Arthur asks one time if Alfred felt anything for him, feeling stupid about asking the obviously straight man if he was gay. Alfred hesitantly looked away telling him that he was not. With that Arthur takes the money from Alfred and leaves the country to head back to England full of tears for his misplaced affection. 
Once more Arthur was back in England settled around the country side alone. A year had passed with Arthur’s heart weeping and wondering what Alfred was doing. He probably had a girlfriend by now and was thinking of marriage or something. Maybe he is head of the business now. 
There was a knock on the door. Arthur assumed it was a delivery such as usual for anyone to be knocking at his door. On the other side stood the American unchanged from the way Arthur met him.
"Oh hi Arthur, so this is your house?"
The first thing Arthur did was shut the door in his face and push his weight against it. “What is he doing here?! I have to be dreaming” Arthur thought. Arthur slowly opened the door again. “What the bloody hell are you doing here brat?” 
"Just well y’know… checking out England, smelling the air, saying sorry to you" Alfred replied. 
"You are a year too late for that" Arthur attempted to shut the door again with Alfred catching it this time. "Let go or I’ll slam your fingers in the door"
"Let me just talk to you for a second"
"Last time you talked to me you rejected me and now you come back a year later to say you are sorry?!" Arthur pushed harder. "That’s not how it works"
Alfred continued to push harder making Arthur lose the battle. “Why do you have to be so stubborn” 
Arthur let go to the door almost falling if not for Alfred being quick enough to catch him. Arthur slapped Alfred when coming close enough in range. 
"Why did you decide to come now?! Are you here to laugh at me or mock me or something? Did you come to take my house and the money you gave me back? What do you w-"
Without warning Alfred smashed his lips up against Arthur’s causing Arthur to be shocked. But suddenly despite his anger he found himself kissing the other man back. Alfred broke the kiss “Listen… I-It was… a bit of something to think about… I-I just didn’t know. I need to be able to bare a child if my family is to keep it’s business as a family business… I couldn’t just…”
"So… why are you here now? Are you here just to tell me this and be off then?!" Arthur grew angered again feeling that he was being toyed with. 
"I don’t think that I would be ever able to show my face to my dad again if I were to love you. I guess that is going to have to be what has to be done" Alfred grinned. 
Tears of joy filled Arthur’s eyes. Was this a dream? It had to be a dream. But it wasn’t. It was a reality from something Arthur would never predicted a year ago when he first entered Ellis Island.

A AU I thought of again that based around the roaring 20s.

With the upset in Europe after WW1 Arthur Kirkland found himself in a situation in which he needed to leave the country he loved to venture towards the bright beacon being the US. He vows to return to England when the situation is better and he has enough money for such. Now he is a immigrant which still sits far from pleasant in his stomach. 

While being in the flooded immigrant market Arthur is tipped off that there is a few secret shortcuts through the city. He unwittingly took the advise and started using the paths. Once day while he was within a crowded part of the ghettos he is attacked by a unknown immigrant baring a blade to his back. He asked for Arthur’s money and Arthur quickly dug into his pocket for his wallet. The man took the money and ran only to be stopped by another person coming his way. A guy around Arthur’s age if not younger had been following him for quite some time when he noticed a guy tailing Arthur. “I can finally be a hero and save him if I am careful enough” he thought. 

The young man tried to dodge the knife as best he could and managed to restrain the man before knocking him out with a swift punch. Living on the streets for more than half his life really paid off sometimes. The youth delivered the wallet back to Arthur asking him if he was okay. Arthur confirms it leaving Arthur to ask a few questions. Alfred F Jones was his name, a born American who lives in New York while being apart of one of the wealthier families in the city mainly off creation of goods such as clothes. 

"Why would someone like him be around the ghettos anyway?" Arthur asked himself.

It turns out that Alfred has been looking to be a hero for some time but it something of a fuck up with most situations. The ghettos are a perfect place to help old ladies from being robbed. With Arthur thinking that Alfred was mocking him like other born Americans he grew annoyed and angered. As a sign of kindness Arthur offered to show Arthur the city, or at least the parts he didn’t know of. 

Arthur was introduced to a culture he never knew and continued to at times both admire and criticize them. When Alfred started to ask Arthur questions about his own past Alfred showed more pride in his country than he should have. 

"It must be a really bad place were you come from now. England right? Well at least now you can be apart of one of the best countries in the entire world y’know" 

"I don’t want to become a American, I am only here for a short period of time until I have enough money to move back and start over again" 

"What? Why would you want to do that? Everyone moves here because it is better and being a American is better than anything else"

"There are plenty of great things about being a part of the Great British Empire"

"We still beat you during the revolutionary war"

"That was uncalled for" 

Months pass by and Arthur starts to fall for Alfred but is suspicious that Alfred does not see him as such. Once day Alfred offers Arthur enough money for a trip back to England along with enough to plenty more. Alfred had managed to get the money after working in the business and sacrificing his free time in the last few months since he met Arthur. 

Arthur is faced with a choice to either go to England and never see Alfred again or to stay with him in a country he would not call home. Arthur asks one time if Alfred felt anything for him, feeling stupid about asking the obviously straight man if he was gay. Alfred hesitantly looked away telling him that he was not. With that Arthur takes the money from Alfred and leaves the country to head back to England full of tears for his misplaced affection. 

Once more Arthur was back in England settled around the country side alone. A year had passed with Arthur’s heart weeping and wondering what Alfred was doing. He probably had a girlfriend by now and was thinking of marriage or something. Maybe he is head of the business now. 

There was a knock on the door. Arthur assumed it was a delivery such as usual for anyone to be knocking at his door. On the other side stood the American unchanged from the way Arthur met him.

"Oh hi Arthur, so this is your house?"

The first thing Arthur did was shut the door in his face and push his weight against it. “What is he doing here?! I have to be dreaming” Arthur thought. Arthur slowly opened the door again. “What the bloody hell are you doing here brat?” 

"Just well y’know… checking out England, smelling the air, saying sorry to you" Alfred replied. 

"You are a year too late for that" Arthur attempted to shut the door again with Alfred catching it this time. "Let go or I’ll slam your fingers in the door"

"Let me just talk to you for a second"

"Last time you talked to me you rejected me and now you come back a year later to say you are sorry?!" Arthur pushed harder. "That’s not how it works"

Alfred continued to push harder making Arthur lose the battle. “Why do you have to be so stubborn” 

Arthur let go to the door almost falling if not for Alfred being quick enough to catch him. Arthur slapped Alfred when coming close enough in range. 

"Why did you decide to come now?! Are you here to laugh at me or mock me or something? Did you come to take my house and the money you gave me back? What do you w-"

Without warning Alfred smashed his lips up against Arthur’s causing Arthur to be shocked. But suddenly despite his anger he found himself kissing the other man back. Alfred broke the kiss “Listen… I-It was… a bit of something to think about… I-I just didn’t know. I need to be able to bare a child if my family is to keep it’s business as a family business… I couldn’t just…”

"So… why are you here now? Are you here just to tell me this and be off then?!" Arthur grew angered again feeling that he was being toyed with. 

"I don’t think that I would be ever able to show my face to my dad again if I were to love you. I guess that is going to have to be what has to be done" Alfred grinned. 

Tears of joy filled Arthur’s eyes. Was this a dream? It had to be a dream. But it wasn’t. It was a reality from something Arthur would never predicted a year ago when he first entered Ellis Island.

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