Monster of a Hero

Upon Entering

The ride was taking what felt like hours.
"Alfred, where the bloody hell is your home?!" Arthur asked sharply, shifting in his seat for the tenth time in the past five minutes. The seats weren't that comfortable. Skylar turned up the volume on her phone, the sounds of a football game rang throughout the car. "Does it have to be that loud?" Francis complained. "Yes." Alfred and Skylar both said at the same time. Arthur and Francis looked at each other, they thought that this was a family vacation. They didn't know that the Narnian was going to be here. Arthur looked out the window, carefully trying to not place his foot over a McDonald's bag or an empty cup. The smell of old fast food and flat soda practically soaked the car. It was sickening. "You need to clean this car." He said, Alfred rolled his eyes. "Then you do it dude."
The ride from the airport to the house took two hours. Which meant two hours of arguing between Arthur and Alfred. While Francis tried to calm them down, Skylar only hooked up the football game to the car radio. Which only caused more yelling.
Once the car slowed to a stop, Arthur practically dove out of the car. "Bloody hell....I can't feel my arse." He muttered as he stood up and rubbed his butt. Francis gracefully stepped out of the car, covering his mouth. "Oi, Francis are you- Jesus man!" Arthur shouted as Francis ran behind a tree and emptied his stomach. Alfred hopped out of the car, spinning the keys around his index finger while whistling. Skylar stepped out of the car, and saw Francis. "What ar-" She cut herself off as she quickly covered her mouth and ran behind a bush. Also emptying her stomach.
Arthur cringed as he looked for Alfred. "Oi! You git get back here! Our bags!" He shouted at Alfred once he saw him stepping inside, Alfred turned around and stopped whistling. "What? Oh yeah! Sorry dude I forgot, here, get them yourselves. They are your bags." Alfred said as he threw the keys, Arthur ducked his head before the silver keys strapped onto a chair hit him. "Watch where you're throwing you idio-...." He already went inside. The Brit huffed as he turned around and grabbed the keys. "Damn idiot. Oi! Frog face! Get over here and help me." He shouted as Francis slowly stood up and wiped his mouth. "Oh mon Dieu....alright." He groaned as he slowly walked over. Skylar lifted herself up and looked over. "Yo, boi's, you need help?" She asked as began to walk over, only to be stopped by Alfred yelling from inside. "Dude the game's getting heated! Get in here!" He shouted, Skylar looked over her shoulder and pushed her brown hair behind her ear. "Ah, sorry! I'll help you later! But the game is more important!" She shouted as she ran inside shouting about who was winning.
As Arthur tried to find the right key for the trunk of the disgusting car, another car drove up. "Oh~ That must be Matthew~" Francis said as he placed a hand over his heart. His throat burned but he pushed that aside, he shifted his weight on his other foot and smiled softly. Arthur looked at the car. "Who the bloody hell is that?" He said, then looked back at the keys, cursing as he couldn't find the right key. Matthew opened the drivers door and hopped out. He then softly sighed as he went to the passengers side, but his gaze landed on a certain Frenchman. "Papa!" Matthew said as he ran over to Francis, pulling him into a tight hug. Francis smiled widely as he hugged back. "Mattie, long time no see." He said softly, Arthur was too busy trying to unlock the trunk to care about Matthews arrival, nor notice. "I'm glad you came, Mattie." Francis hummed as he patted Matthews head and ruffled his hair. "Eh? Well...I was invited..shockingly." He muttered the last part quietly.
After Arthur finally opened the trunk, everyone gathered their bags and made their way inside the two story, white house. The house had a huge porch that ran down the front of the house, a white fence held it in place. An American flag was hanging from a pole in the front surrounded by bushes of roses. A scratchy Welcome mat laid in front of the oak door. "Who knew Alfred could pick out such a nice home." Francis said as he ran a hand through his hair, Arthur nodded. Matthew was behind them, dragging a strangely heavy looking bag as he carried the others easily. Arthur set one of his bags down, cursing slightly that Alfred didn't open the door for them, and opened the door himself. The sight inside was shocking.
They entered a huge room, the interior was that of the Victorian era. Matthew believed that this was the living room. A huge wooden stair case was right across from them, leading to the upstairs. There was a balcony on the top of the stairs, looking down into the living room.On the stairs had two small columns that held two vases filled with vibrant flowers. On the left of the room held a stone and wooden fireplace surrounded by leather chairs and couches. Above the fireplace was photos and a large TV. Beside the fireplace was many video games and consoles. Scattered chairs and couches sat beside a coffee table in the corner. A hallway was in the center of the left area, and led down to two rooms. At the end of the hallway was a small table with another vase on it. To the right was another hallway, there wasn't a vase at the end, but there was a portrait of George Washington, which Arthur slightly sneered at. Paintings covered the walls of the living room, along with different types of mirrors. "What's with Alfred and mirrors?" Arthur muttered, Francis laughed. "Why not have something around the house that shows how beautiful you are?"
There was no ceiling light, but there were enough wall lamps and windows to fill the house with light. Not that it bothered anyone. "Alfred where are you!?" Arthur shouted, clearly annoyed. A loud thump followed by footsteps came from the right side of the house. Alfred ran up to them, eating a hamburger. "Sorry dudes I was in the kitchen, what's up?" He asked as he shoved the last bit of the burger into his mouth. "We would like to see the rooms, my arms can't handle holding all my bags for so long." Francis complained as he held up his six bags, he decided that seven was too much. Even though everyone else brought three or four bags, he thought six was sufficient.
"Oh yeah dudes! Go up the stairs, nah the hero will show ya." He shouted as he pointed his thumb at his chest. A small sound silenced everyone. "Dudes, was that-" Alfred was cut off when the bag Matthew has been dragging moved. A loud girlish scream echoed throughout the room. "Francy pants calm down." Alfred said, Francis made a face. "That wasn't me, Chienne, that was the black sheep." Francis said as he pointed to Arthur, who abruptly fixed his tie and cleared his throat. "It was not." He muttered as he slightly blushed. "Anyways, dude who's bag even is that?" Alfred asked as he looked over the white bag with a maple leaf on it. "It's mine." Matthew said, but got no response.
"That's Matthews." Francis said, Alfred looked up at him and made a face. "Who the fuc k is that?" He asked as he took the bag and tried to open it, only for the bag to move away. Everyone looked at the bag, except for Matthew, he was covering his face with his hands. "Aye yo, Mattie is it safe for me to get out? My boobs hurt." The bag said, Francis looked at Matthew and waved his hand in a 'why' motion. "Yes." He said, right after he said that, the bag unzipped and someone shot out. "Ahhhh~! My back! My boob! My legs! I'm free!" Alex shouted as she tried to stand, but fell. "Ah I'm in pain, a lot of pain. I was in that bag for eight hours." Alex said as she loudly popped her back.
"How did you...." Alfred said, this was going to be a lot harder. "This is going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be..I didn't expect either of the Narnians to be here." Alfred thought as he stared at the white haired girl. "Yo what's with all the noise?" Skylar asked as she emerged from the kitchen, holding a bag of half eaten Honey Butta Chips. "Wait is that...Alex!" She shouted as she ran up and glomped her to the ground. "OW FUC K MY BACK!" Alex shouted once they hit the floor. After Alex finally pushed Skylar off, she tilted her head. "Wait, how did you get here?" She asked, Skylar pointed to her shirt. "God does everyone forget football weekends!?" She shouted, Alex made a face. "How did you get here?" Skylar asked, Alex pointed to the bag. "I was shoved in there for eight hours."
"A lot harder." Alfred noted.