Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Six (ALOHA🌺)

Author's Note: once again kittyisnotonfir3 gave me this genius idea and even helped me with what Hawaii even really looked like. May I just say goddamn Hawaii is beautiful? I've never been though. Anyway! Enjoy this chapter~

Arthur's POV

I looked around, splashing Alfred with water. He turned around, looking betrayed.
"We're not supposed to be getting 100% wet Artie."
"Too late, oops." I responded, feeling rebellious. Alfred just rolled his eyes, laughing.

"Wee~" Elizabeth screamed out, rolling around the surface of the water like a log in her life jacket.
"Same." Alfred muttered.
I sighed, picking Elizabeth up.
"Please stop doing things your father will end up doing the same. Do we really want Daddy drowning?"
Elizabeth smiled at me, nodding once.
"...You and me both Sweetie."

Ah, Hawaii. Stress-reducing island with beautiful ocean temperatures and the beach that smells of sunscreen everywhere.
Nevertheless, it was pretty peaceful.

"TWENTY MINUTES UNTIL SHOOT." The photographer alerted us three, Elizabeth stopped rolling around and I looked over at Alfred. We both had smiles on our faces.

"Wait? Where's the shoot being done?" he asked, thinking it was on the shore.
"Half on the shore and half in the water." I responded.

Alfred groaned, falling back in the water.
I burst out laughing, seeing the agitated faces of the photographers and Francis.
Nice one Hubby. I thought.
"ALFRED F. JONES, GET OUT OF THE WATER!" A familiar Frenchman yelled, beginning to get into the water angrily.
I continued to snicker, seeing Alfred just swimming around.
"Whaaaaat? You expect me to get in the awesome ocean and not swim around? That's so stupid!"

Elizabeth swam out of the water and into Francis's arms, telling him not to tell her 'Daddy' what to do. He blushed dark red and smiled, "Sorry Amour, but your father needs to listen. I'm like his parent, do you not listen to your parents?"
"Whenever they're buttheads I don't."

At least she's honest..

Alfred and I got out of the water soon after, we being directed by the photographers to listen to them.
I'm not a four year old little girl but they were being buttheads so I didn't listen.

Alfred went over to the catering table and started snacking on potato crisps. I looked over and grabbed an apple.

"Ah, the little differences we have." Alfred laughed, wiping himself down with a towel.
"Alfred, your arm is bleeding." I pointed out, sighing.
He looked at his arm, seeing a steady flow of red trickle down.
"Oh so it is. That explains why it burned to be in the water."
I face palmed.
"Get a band-aid."

While the crew were gawking over Elizabeth, I sat in a chair, watching the waves crash onto the shore vigorously. The wind had slightly picked up as well, which only scared me more.
Secret time: Can't swim.
I know, a twenty-seven year old who can't swim. Whereas Alfred, a youthful twenty-three was like a bloody Olympic swimmer. Funny joke.
It panicked me to go into the water, because you know..drowning and such. But my idiot was there and I have a daughter I have to set an example for, because we know Alfred is phenomenal at that job.

"F-Five minutes, Mr. Kirkland." A young girl came up to me, blushing. She was pale and had dirty blonde hair like me, but had bright blue eyes. Very thin too, wearing a loose fitting yellow sweatshirt and blue jeans. Why on the beach? She couldn't be any older than fifteen, sixteen years old maybe. It made me wonder how she got a job here in the first place.
"Oh," I responded, smiling. "Thank you Love."
She took in a deep breath and walked away, squealing. I laughed, putting my sunglasses on.
What can I say? Women love me!