Hetalia - Axis Powers 1. Chapter 1

**Chapter 1**

**~:*5****th**** Grade*:~**

"Class attention please!" the teacher called out to the 5th grade class, once all eyes were on her, she smiled and began to speak again, "today we have a transfer student, from England," the teacher looked at the open door motioning for the new student to come out, once student did. All eyes were glued on him. He had strawberry-blonde hair, bright blue eyes with a little pink swirling around the blue, with blue glasses perched on his nose; he was wearing a white dress shirt, neon blue bow, brown trousers, and dark brown dress shoes. The teacher looked at the new student, "Would you like to introduce yourself with the class?"

The boy nodded and faced the class with a wide grin plastered on his face, "hello, my name is Arthur Kirkland, I'm from England, London and it's a pleasure to meet you all,"

The teacher smiled at Arthur, "okay Arthur, why don't you sit at that table in the back,"

Arthur nodded and walked to the table in the back of the room. There were 5 kids sitting at the table. The first one caught Arthur's eye, he had long pale blonde messy hair, dark blue eyes, he was wearing a purple dress shirt, black trousers, and black shoes. The second one had dark brown hair with a cowlick, red eyes, he was wearing a white T-shirt, over it was a dark brown hoodie, jeans with holes on the knee, and with red and white sneakers. The third with blonde hair with a stubborn curl in front of his face and pulled into a messy ponytail, dark bluish purple eyes, with a black shirt, with a red hoodie, with jeans, and black hunting boots. The forth had black hair with a ponytail slung over his shoulder, wearing a black long sleeve covering his hands, and dark brown shorts, and brown shoes. The last one had light brown, reddish orange eyes, wearing a grey scarf, with a black shirt with a leaver jacket over it, light blue jeans, and black sneakers.

Arthur gulped and sat in the empty seat next to the boy with dark brown hair. The boy had looked over at Arthur then smirked.

"So ya new here?" the boy asked Arthur, Arthur nodded and smiled, "okay well since you're going to be at the table, you got to know our names I suppose, I'm Alfred, but call me Al, that's Matt," Al gestured the blonde with the messy ponytail, "Francis," Arthur looked at the boy with the pale blonde long hair. "Yao," Al pointed at the boy with the black hair.

"And I'm Ivan," the boy with light brown hair said cutting off Al, "sorry comrade I rather introduce myself than you do it," Al only rolled his eyes.

The teacher had came by the table and gave Arthur the assignments that the rest of the class was working on, "if you need help, don't hesitate to ask, okay?" Arthur nodded.

Arthur started working on the piece of paper. The table stared at him, but Arthur paid no mind to it. He was doing his work like a good student he is.

After an hour has passed the teacher had called out recess and all the students had scattered out. Arthur was the last one out once he got out he sighed. Then he walked to the isolated swings at the far end of the playground.

'I never got along with the kids in my old school,' Arthur thought to himself, 'why try here? It's pointless to do so, all I'm just going to do is be made fun of again,' Arthur sat himself on the swing and began to swing back and forth slowly on it. He was too caught up on thought to hear someone calling is name.

"Arthur, Arthur, Arthur!"

Arthur practically jumped that caused him to fall backwards and landed on the woodchip covered floor. Arthur looked up to see 4 blurred figures above him.

"Geez, are you okay?" one of the figures asked in concern.

"Wait I think this might help," a different, but familiar voice had said.

The figure had grabbed Arthur's glasses and put them back on top of his nose. Once Arthur had got his glasses back he had saw bright red. Quickly he scooted away from him and bumped into legs. He gingerly looked up and saw Ivan, he quickly got up.

Once he did he saw Ivan, Matt, Yao, and Al. Yao only laughed and rolled up his sleeves and started to clean the woodchips of his back. Once Yao was done he dusted off his hands.

"Thank you," Arthur mumbled.

"It's no problem, aru," Yao said then patted Arthur's back.

The group had begun to walk were Francis was, and then Al came running back to Arthur who was standing in the same spot.

"Come on," Al had grabbed Arthur's wrist.

Arthur blushed, "what? Where are we going?" he asked trying to hid his blush.

"We're going over there," Al had pointed to the roundabout, where Matt, Francis, Ivan, and Yao were sitting at and slowly spinning it.

Arthur only nodded and bowed his head trying to calm down his blush. Once they had made it to their destination Al let go of Arthur's wrist. It caused Arthur to look up, and saw Alfred sitting with the rest of his small posse on the roundabout. Then they looked at Arthur, which had made him nervous to the bone.

"What?" Arthur asked.

"Aren't you going to sit?" Francis asked arching one of his eyebrows.

"Um," Arthur took a seat on the roundabout.

"Well," Matt started off, "welcome to the group, Arthur,"

"Group," Arthur said curiously.

"Yep," Al smirked, "but now were plotting,"

"Plotting,"

"Yep against, Feliciano, Ludwig, Honda, and Lovino," Al stated.

"They pulled a prank on us yesterday so we're getting back at them," Matt explained.

Arthur nodded, 'these kids sure are strange,' Arthur thought to himself before he began listening to the others plotting their plan out.

**~:*6****th**** grade*:~**

Arthur shifted weight on each leg every minute or fiddling with his new black glasses every once a while, when he was waiting for his mom to come out of the principle office. Then she came out of the office holding a piece of paper. Arthur looked up his mother with pleading eyes. The mother smiled and handing Arthur the piece of paper, he scanned it, once he finished, he smiled.

He had the same class with Al and Matt, but not with Francis, Yao, or Ivan, but he didn't pay no mind to it. He'll see them during the recess. The only down side, was that his teacher was Mr. Vargas, he wasn't the nicest teacher in his school, but he knew how to discipline the children, that was the only reason why the school had kept him to this day.

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Arthur had come in Mr. Vargas classroom. Then he started to look for his name tag on the desk, once he had found it. He sat at the seat and opened the desk that was a small compartment for the school supplies he had bring. As Arthur was cleaning his bag out with his supplies, Mr. Vargas had gotten up to copy some papers, once the teacher left. A certain Italian smirked. The Italian had got out of his seat and he had walked up to Arthur.

Arthur looked up from his desk and saw the boy walking towards him, Arthur smiled brightly "hello Feliciano, how you are you?"

Feliciano had dark reddish brown hair with a stubborn curl on the right side of his head, and dark purple eyes. The Italian boy smirked, "why, I'm doing fine, but that's not the point,"

Arthur looked at Feliciano all confused, "oh? Then why are you here?"

"Well, I need you to meet me after school, behind the school," Feliciano stated, "and don't bring that stupid posse with you,"

Arthur frowned, "um, okay? I suppose," Arthur answered.

"Arthur!" Feliciano had turned around and walked back to his seat with a devilish smile on his face. Arthur looked for the source of the voice then his eyes met with a familiar red. Al walked up to Arthur.

"What were you doing?" Al asked being serious.

Arthur had looked away from Al, then he spoke, "don't worry about it, okay?" Arthur said.

Al shook his head, "no I will worry about it Arthur, why were you talking to that pasta freak?" Al whispered half-heartedly.

As Mr. Vargas had entered the room with a stack of papers, then Arthur turned his full attention to the teacher.

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As the day ended, having students coming out of Mr. Vargas class with groans of homework on the first day of school. Al, Francis, Yao, Matt, and Ivan had met up on their usual meeting spot, the parking lot. They were now waiting for Arthur.

"Are you sure he was here today?" Francis groaned.

"Yes!" Matt and Al said in sync.

"Then why is he not coming?" Yao asked with frown.

"Why don't we leave? I doubt he's coming, he probably already left and heading home," Ivan stated.

The 5 of them agreed and sighed. Then they had started to walk to ice cream parlor.

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Arthur was waiting for Feliciano to show up. 'Why did he want to see me?' Arthur had thought to himself, 'but, why by myself?" Arthur then heard footsteps he looked up to see who it was. When he did he saw Feliciano, but also Honda and Ludwig behind him.

"Feliciano," Arthur questioned, "um, what do you want to talk about?"

Then he felt himself being pushed on the ground of dirt.

"So naïve, clueless," Feliciano said with a smirk.

"h-huh," Arthur said with his eyes wide opened.

"You heard me," Feliciano said grabbing Arthur's collar having Arthur to look into the dark purple eyes that were full of hatred, "You're useless, pathetic, do you really think that they are your friends?" Arthur didn't respond, didn't know how to, he could only feel his eyes starting sting. Feliciano had smirked, then he grabbed Arthur's new glasses took them of his face and threw them far away from the 4 of them. Then Feliciano felt a drop of water one his head, he looked up and noticed the sky getting dark signaling that it would rain soon, he got up and looked at Ludwig and Honda, "make sure you give his posse a message, not to ever mess with me again," with that Feliciano had walked off causally, then Ludwig and Honda had walked up to Arthur.

"No, please no…" Arthur said with pleading eyes.

Ludwig threw the first punch into Arthur's jaw that had him sending him on his back, instantly Arthur curled into a defensive ball covering his head and stomach with his arms and legs.

After a few more minutes Ludwig and Honda left, leaving Arthur a sobbing mess in the mud.

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"Al, Matt!" Their mother had called, the two boys had run into the kitchen, seeing their mother putting the phone back in the charger, "where's Arthur?" she asked.

Instead of a straight answer, she was giving two confused looks.

"He's not home?" Matt asked their mother.

She only shook her head, "no, he hasn't came home from school,"

"Don't worry we'll look for him," Al stated. Then went to go get his hoodie and phone, Matt did the same as they had head out the door their mother stopped them.

"Boys," she called, "stay out of trouble and make sure to find Arthur," she said firmly. The two of them nodded, and then ran out the door, after closing the door, they instantly opened their phones.

"Your call Francis and Ivan, and you'll three look around the neighborhood, while me and Yao will search near the school." Matt nodded as he went through his contacts and called Francis and Ivan, Al did this same with Yao then he ran to the school.

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'How long have I been here?' Arthur asked himself. 'My body hurts, it hurts to move, and I'm cold… I can't see either, my eyes hurt,' Arthur heard footsteps and few gasps. Then his body was lifted and he felt two arms wrapped around his body, 'this feels warm' Arthur looked up to see a familiar, but blurry face.

"A-" then Arthur was cut off by furiously coughing.

"Hey, take it easy," Al said and gently touched a bruise that was forming on his jaw; he also noticed some, make up? He looked confused, then when he looked at Arthur closely, Alfred felt his cheeks heat up, wait what? Arthur had freckles? Since when did he have freckles?

"Gl-glasses," Arthur stuttered.

Al looked around then turned to Yao, "Yao look for Arthur's glasses while I call the others,"

Yao nodded and started the search, while Al put Arthur gently back on the ground having his back against the brick wall, then Al pulled off his hoodie, and then he pulled Arthur forward and putting the hoodie on Arthur's shoulders and pulling the hood over Arthur's now damped hair. Then he put Arthur back against the wall and zipped up the hoodie.

"Stay here, I'll be back," Al said then he stood up and went to call the other three. Once he finished he saw Yao coming back with Arthur's glasses, Al took them and thanked Yao and they both ran to Arthur.

Arthur was sniffing and coughing, once Al put on Arthur's glasses they saw Francis, Matt, and Ivan stopping in front of them, they had catch their breaths then walked up to the 3.

"What are we going to do?" Ivan asked.

"We're going to my house, it's the closest to the school and we can't go Arthur's considering he lives at the far end of the neighborhood," Al said the other's nodded, then Al picked up Arthur and the others picked up his belongings.

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Arthur woke up in a room, it wasn't his. Arthur looked around more and saw his glasses on the nightstand, he slowly grabbed them and put them back on top of his nose. Then he heard the door opening, he looked to see, Al?

"Al?" Arthur said in a small voice.

Al walked up to Arthur while holding a plastic tray, Al sat the tray on his nightstand. He carefully sat Arthur up. Once Arthur had his back leaning against the white wall, he looked around the room and noticed how clean it was, Arthur was practically the opposite, no matter how times he tries he always had a messy room at the end of the day, but during the summer he always had a clean room because he was always out with Francis, Yao, Ivan, Matt, and Al.

"Mom said you need to eat this," Al said, and then he had got a spoonful of warm chicken soup and put it in Arthur's mouth, Arthur slowly swallowed the warm soup. "Also we called your mom, since it's still raining and she knows you're in good hands, she'll pick you up tomorrow after her job," Arthur nodded weakly, Al sighed, "what happened? Who did this to you?"

"Al I-" Arthur was cut off by more coughing fits.

Al shook his head as he fed Arthur the last spoonful of the soup. "Yeah, yeah, now," Al stood up and help Arthur lay back on the bed, "get some sleep, I'll be on the floor tonight so if you need me just, or whatever,"

Arthur looked at Al with half lidded eyes, Al took of his glasses and set them on the nightstand and took the tray with the empty bowl and walked out of the room. Then Arthur had let himself drift off into dreamland.

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After a week had passed Arthur had came back, but didn't say anything to Al and Matt as he entered the classroom. Instead he went straight to Mr. Vargas desk collecting all of his work he had missed. Then walked to his desk and paying attention to the lesson was giving.

Once it was recess Arthur didn't go to Francis, Yao, Ivan, Al, and Matt. He walked to the isolated part of the playground where the kids didn't go anymore. Arthur went under the play set and hid there hopping no one would come and find him.

Until his luck unfortunately ran out, he heard footsteps getting closer to him. Once they footsteps stopped, he heard someone shuffling under the play set as well. He looked up to see Al but he didn't look all that happy. He had an angry face on, but Arthur could read worry and concern in Al's red eyes.

"Why are you avoiding us?" Al asked.

Arthur looked away from Al, "can you just leave, I just want to be alone,"

Al shrugged and sighed; he got up, "fine, be alone," then walked away.

Arthur didn't look at him, he felt tears falling down his face, he pulled his knees closer to his chest, 'Feliciano was right, real friends wouldn't just take off, they'll stay by your side and at least try to make you smile,'

"I'll never smile again," Arthur whispered between sobs.

**BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!**

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_**2P~~~ I had this in my head for such a long time cx**_

_**So another multi-chapter! **_

_**Sorry for taking Arthur's main adorable feature his smile D: I'm so mean :c **_

_**But hey I love depressing stories for some odd reason… yeah… OwO**_

_**And no they are not murders, their freaking teenagers O.-**_

_**All the characters were 2p. No 1p are and will not be in the story, just full on 2p :D**_

_**2p characters well here's a example:**_

_**1p America in my opinion is a slob loves to stuffs hamburgers in his face all day and playing video games.**_

_**2p America in my opinion is a clean freak is a strict vegetarian and goes out and play with his friends or plays baseball.**_

_**Mochi Bounce: NO WAIT! TAKE THAT BAT AWAY FROM HIM! D`: (wish me luck guys) Q^Q**_

_**There 'the more you know!' xD**_

_**One more thing the reason why Arthur has glasses i saw some fanart of him with glasses he just looked to cute! :3**_

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	2. Chapter 2

**Chapter 2**

**BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-**

Arthur slammed his alarm clock off, "why do I keep having that dream playing over and over again," Arthur mumbled then sighed, and stared at it for some time before releasing him from the warmth of his bed. He got up, took a shower, got dressed in his school uniform, ate breakfast, put on cover up makeup to hide his freckles, brushed his teeth. Then he rushed down stairs to catch the bus.

"Have a good day at school honey," Arthur's mom called.

Arthur turned around and smiled the best he could, "I will mum, you have a good day also," Arthur responded then walked out the door.

As soon the door closed his smiled immediately dropped, he sighed then walked down to the bus stop where he will be picked up and start his daily routine. He looked back, he always had a feeling being watched and followed once he started his freshmen year, but he shrugged it off.

As soon as the bus had come, he gulped nervously. As the bus came to a stop and the doors slid open so Arthur can step in. Once he did he went straight to his in the back of the bus being tripped or pushed forward and almost fell on his face. Once he made it to the back he placed his backpack underneath his legs so no one will take it.

Once the bus had made it to the school Arthur waited until the bus cleared out first then proceeded with his day. Once he made it through the courtyard and into the school he instantly dashed to his locker avoiding everyone as the best he could, he unpacked all the unnecessary items from his bag and shoved them in his items.

Then he walked into his first class English, it was probably one of the subjects he actually enjoyed doing, but Home Ec was his top favorite.

"Morning Arthur," the teacher spoke plainly.

"Good morning Mr. Edwards," Arthur greeted then took his seat in the far back getting out the items he needed.

Once the first bell had rang signaling that classes will start, the room started to fill up. Once the final bell had run, the teacher sighed got up from his desk and started the lecture. Arthur always did his best to concentrate on the lecture, but he always ended up being distracted by the other students throwing scrap paper at him when the teacher had his back turned to write something on the chalkboard. Unfortunately he had to ignore it and continue jotting down notes that were important.

Once the bell rang he waited until the students had cleared out and the hallway died down a little that only gave him 3 minutes left to make it to his next class all the way across the school.

He speed walked to his next class which was probably his worst subject to work on Calculus. He had nice teacher overall, but the subject was horrible, he didn't even get why this was needed in his everyday life, he barely did math.

Arthur slowed down, and walked to the classroom with a minute to spare. He took his seat in the front row. So the teacher can keep an eye on him, since he was having trouble in the subject. Arthur hated being in the front because he was now an easy target to the other students in his class. Once the bell rang Arthur got straight up and dashed to the boys' locker room. So he can change before anyone else comes. Once he walked out the locker room, he went straight to the gym.

The gym teacher looked up and saw Arthur and smiled, "early as usually Arthur," Arthur nodded and sat on bleachers that were pulled out. After every minute had passed more kids had filled the bleacher waiting for class to start. Arthur strayed himself at the top of the bleacher in the corner.

Since it was a nice day, the teacher decided to play soccer. Arthur frowned, he honestly didn't want to play, he was good at it, but he wouldn't always get picked and just getting benched, waiting for his turn. He liked sitting on the bench it lets him relax; besides he doesn't get called in anyway.

Once the class was outside, the teacher had the class run 1 lap around the field, once everyone was done. The teacher picked the first two students that got done with the lap first. The other students had lined up and waited to be picked. There was a kid absent so Arthur wasn't getting picked. As soon it was him and the student next to him, the student got picked and Arthur was sitting on the bench with the teacher. Usually the teacher would try and find a way to get Arthur playing with the other students, but gave up on the fourth day. He just assumed that Arthur wasn't a sociable kid, and he won't force anything on him.

The teacher excused Arthur to go to the locker room since he wasn't doing anything. Arthur got changed the bell had run and as soon as he left. Kids were running in the locker room and grumbling a few curses under their breaths. Arthur decided to go to the cafeteria since it was lunch time. He would usually avoid lunch and head to the library, but his mother had found out he had been skipping lunch so she told him to have lunch for his sake and Arthur couldn't refuse his mom he didn't have the heart to.

Arthur got his disgrace of what is called a school lunch. He never enjoyed the food at school, and then he looks around and saw kids eating it up like it's nothing. Arthur never understood how these kids can eat this stuff. Arthur took an empty table, and began eating it slowly.

Once he had finished he felt something, cold? Wet? And sticky? Once Arthur came to his senses the whole lunch room was laughing, laughing at him. He looked up and saw Feliciano laughing holding a chocolate milk carton. Arthur stood up quickly, grabbed his bag and dashed out of the room and straight to the bathroom. He looked at the mirror and saw his hair strawberry blonde hair is covered in chocolate milk, then noticed his makeup was running down his face showing his now visible freckles.

He heard footsteps entering the restroom he quickly walked to one of the empty stalls then he saw feet stand in front of the stalls. Arthur gulped and backend away from the locked stall.

"I don't get why you hid those things," the voice called out.

Arthur was shocked, "Huh?" was all he could say at this point.

"I said 'I don't get why you those things'" the voice repeated itself.

Arthur raised his eyebrow, "Um-"

"Mind coming out?" the voice asked and cut Arthur off.

Arthur hesitated then slowly reached for the lock, he unlocked it and opened the stall, then his eyes had widened at the person.

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_**CLIFFHANGER :3**_

_**I just wanted to get a chapter out before schools starts up again :/ (Sorry it was so short xc)**_

_**Who was that person? O.O why was Arthur getting bullied? **_

_**It will be all reveled in the next chapter :D**_

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	3. Chapter 3

**Chapter 3**

Arthur's eyes scanned the person in front of him. Dark brown hair with sun glasses placed on top of his head, wearing the same uniform as Arthur, tanned skin, and red piercing eyes looking straight right at him. Arthur looked at the floor taken more interest into it then boy in front of him. All of a sudden he felt something on hair wet, but more like a hand touching his hair. He looked up and saw the teenage boy with a wet paper towel; wiping his hair with it. Arthur stood there waiting for him to finish, not daring to move. The boy had threw the dirty paper towel in the trash; got a new one and then had started wiping Arthur's cover up makeup off. Once he had finished he threw the last paper towel in the metal trash can and walked out the bathroom.

"Better hurry up," he called out behind him, "don't want to be late for the last class," then he walked out of the restroom leaving a flustered Arthur behind.

Arthur just stared at the exit, 'what just happened?' Arthur thought. He looked at the mirror in front of him and saw his horrible freckles. He despised them so much; they were just brown dots that had been painted on your skin and stayed there permanently. He sighed then walked out of the bathroom, keeping his head down on the way to class so no one would see the freckles plastered on his face. Once class was finished he had waited until the hallways had quieted down a bit. He got straight up, wished the teacher a good day, and heading to the front doors of the school. Once he had walked out of the doors, then he felt himself being pushed down on the concrete pavement.

He looked with a glare, and then it had faded at the sight. He saw a smirking Italian with his small posse. Feliciano had looked down on Arthur while smirking with his small group, Lovino, Honda, and Ludwig. Arthur sighed and looked up to the group of five.

"What do you want Feliciano? I'm running late," Arthur stated.

Then Italian snickered, "you know what I want," Feliciano had started, "but, you know what happens if you get back with that group,"

"Yes I know," Arthur lowered his voice and looked down.

"Good, because if you do, there will be punishment," Feliciano smirked then waved his hand signaling his group to leave, "don't you ever let me see you with that New Jersey freak again, understand?"

Arthur nodded and watched as Feliciano had left. When the Italian teenager was out of view, Arthur got up and had cautiously walked toward his home.

Once he had made to his house he heard shouting in the house. He sighed, "she must be drunk… again," Arthur mumbled to himself. Then he had let himself in the house only to be greeted by yelling and a bottle that had been thrown at him. Arthur quickly dodged the glass object that had shattered on the wall, and then saw the figure walked towards him.

"Where have ya been, my sweet," Arthur's mother had slurred, as she walked had closer to Arthur with an evil smirk on her face.

"M-Mum?" Arthur asked.

"Shut up you piece of ungrateful shit!" she yelled making Arthur jump, causing him to look at his mother with terrified blue eyes. "I told you to come home when school is out and here you are at 4 bloody 30!"

"I-I'm sorry," Arthur said in a quiet voice, avoiding eye contact.

"Look at me damn it!" Arthur quickly looked at her seeing her pinkish violet eyes staring down at him with full hatred , she made a 'tsk' noise, "you look like your bloody farther, a fucking disgrace in my opinion," she then slapped Arthur leaving a red hand print on his cheek, Arthur gingerly cupped his cheek and looked at her with moistened eyes. "Get the bloody fuck out of my sight little shit,"

Arthur ran past her and to his room. Arthur quickly shut his door and locking it. He slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor with his knees close to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs. Not only the school hates him, but his mother's drunken side hates him also. Sure he hates all the students that bully him, but he can't possibly hate his mother, he understood why she started drinking, his father had left them for a woman, when he was in visiting Germany. Now Arthur and his mother were stuck in America not being able to go back to his home England due to the money trouble they were having recently, and that's where his mother started to have a drinking habit.

Arthur had pulled his knees closer to his chest, 'why does my life have to be so difficult?' he thought bitterly to himself. Then felt a tear fell down his cheek then another after more had fell. Then he realized that he was silently crying to himself, and having no one there to comfort him. He wanted to be loved, have students as his friends, have his mother to smile at him and not come home with her drunk and hurt him every time. But it was his daily routine. Going to school, getting bullied, coming home late, and getting beaten by his mother.

Arthur got up weakly, whipped his eyes. He had gone to his window to open and pocked his head out of the window feeling the warm breeze blowing on his face. He looked at the sky full of various colors of the light blue, red orange, orange, and yellow. He smiled a little, it wasn't a full smile, but he felt at peace for once. That's until he heard shouting from his mother, she was shouting to no one in particular, but it still scared him senseless imagining his mother knocking down the door and beating till he either passes out or when she got tired of him. Arthur had put his elbows on the windowsill and put his head in his hands and relaxed, and he was unaware of the bunch of eyes watching him.

It was a group of 5, Francis, Matt, Ivan, Yao, and Al. They had been following him, worrying for him. Also figuring out why the Brit stopped talking and hanging out with them, they were hiding behind a bush that covered the 5 of them. It was all quite between all of them until Francis had sighed. They all turned and looked at him.

Francis had an irritated look on his face, "why don't we just ask him what's up, instead of looking like a bunch of stalkers," he said plainly.

"But," Yao started off, "we already tried walking up to him," Yao frowned slightly.

"Also, he won't talk to us," Matt added quickly.

"He always avoids us too," Ivan finished.

Then Al had nodded making every ones point.

Francis sighed, then pulled out his phone, "I have to go, it's getting close to dinner," he got up and looked at the window noticing Arthur wasn't there anymore, then he looked at the group below him, and started to walk to his home, "call me when you figure out to talk to Arthur instead of being a bunch of stalkers," he called back, "honestly I think I'm probably the most mature one out of all of them," he mumble to himself. He tried to act like he didn't care; he didn't want to look like some kind of creepy emotional guy that will cry over anything or be over dramatic, just for his reputation sake, but he always liked the Brit. Before he came alone, Alfred and Matt always ended up fighting, Yao will be depressed, Ivan will try and bully the younger kids, and Francis will just stay at the sidelines and watch everything fall apart in front of him. Now that he and the others had meet Arthur, it's like a splash of color had came into their lives because of how he smiled, but the start of 7th grade everything changed, he started to smile less and he would stop seeing them.

Francis sighed as he walked to his front door and let himself through the door.

Arthur was lying in bed finishing up his last piece of his homework; he smiled as he finished the last question of his worksheet. He put it in his folder then put the folder back into the bag that was beside his bed. Arthur had got up and started to undress and put on his pajamas, just a plain white T-shirt and simple sleep pants. He had unlocked his door and pocked his head out of crack and saw his mother passed out on the couch. He quietly got out of his room and head to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Then he had walked back to his room and closed the door quietly and locked it just in case, and then he had walked to his bed and pulled the covers as he lay down he pulled the covers over him and sighed happily as he let himself fall into the wonders of dreamland.

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_**OMG :c I'm so sorry this took so long**_

_**School means homework, homework means less writing time .-.**_

_**Plus I've been sick for god who knows how long! D:**_

_**Then yeah that's it… c:**_

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	4. Chapter 4

**Chapter 4**

**~*7****th**** Grade*~**

The sun was beaming through Arthur's window and the warm light touching his face and hearing his alarm clock blaring off. Arthur quickly got up and put his old bolded black glasses, and then changed into his new uniform that he had recently gotten. Went to the bathroom and quickly brushed his hair until it was decent, then brushed his teeth and had went to the open kitchen when he saw his mother already awake in her bathrobe making breakfast. She turned around and gave Arthur a tired expression.

"Morning honey how was your sleep?" his mother had asked with a tired smile.

Arthur noticed how tired she was, and then he frowned, "mum if you're tired then you shouldn't be up this early, especially with you late night shifts." Arthur had stated.

"Well I wanted to see my son go to his first day of middle school," Arthur mother had replied, and then she had plated Arthur's breakfast and gave it to him.

Arthur took the plate and sat at the small table in at the end of the small kitchen Arthur took his seat and began eating the breakfast.

Arthur soon finished and gotten up to clean the plate. Once he had finished he put on his black dress shoes and was about to walk out the door, until his mother had called out to him.

"Have a nice day sweetie," she called out from the kitchen.

"Okay mum have a nice day also," then Arthur closed the door.

He walked to school; he thought it would be nice. Plus he left earlier than expected so a walk would be nice. Arthur had slowly made his way to the school he'll be attending. He gave a small smile, but it quickly had switched to a straight line.

'That's right' Arthur thought to himself. 'I left my friends, avoided them halfway through 6th grade, what will make any difference trying to make amends with them now? I had been and now avoiding them, they probably don't want to talk to me.' Arthur stopped his dark thoughts as he reached the front doors of his school.

Arthur pushed through the double glass doors as he came in he saw the floor was a picture of the school's mascot which was a hawk. Arthur had slowly made his way to the cafeteria through the semi familiar halls. He had made it to the fairly reasonable sized cafeteria, which was already filled with students that were waiting for the first bell to ring signaling them that classes will start soon. Arthur's bright blue eyes scanning the crowded cafeteria as he had spotted a empty space on the long tables. Arthur had walked towards the empty space and sat on the bench, he cautiously looked around. Then he had put his bag down beside him, but was unaware of vibrant red eyes looking straight at him.

"I don't get it," Al moaned in frustration.

"What don't you get?" Matt asked, as he set down his DS.

"Why is he there? Also what's up with you and those games?"

"Why my dear brother, they're my babies," Matt had picked up his DS holding it in his arms like a baby and began stroking it.

Al gave him a weird look but ignored it, Matt was Matt and that was what he dealt with almost every day. Matt chuckled as he put the DS back in its case and put it back in his bag. Then he saw 3 familiar faces walking up to the twins.

"And why do you care? He left us so be it…" Matt had stated, but Al shrugged and kept staring at the strawberry-blonde.

"Ni hao," A tired Chinese pre-teen had appeared plopping down next to Matt.

"Oui… oui… bonjour," A not so happy Frenchmen had sat next to Al.

Then Ivan didn't say anything he just sat next to Yao and set his bag down.

"Crappy morning?" Al asked everyone.

"It's too early!" Yao whined as he put his head in his arms.

"I just don't like being here," Francis complained.

"Where's Arthur?" Ivan asked, changing the subject, "or is he still avoiding us?"

"He's avoiding us," Matt stated as he put his new shades over his eyes covering his violet eyes.

Al nodded still frustrated why the Brit was alone, "I'll be right back," Al said then stood up.

The others looked at him, and then Francis broke the silence, "hmm he's acting differently, non?" Francis asked.

Matt nodding in agreement, "yeah, but ever since Arthur had been avoiding us Al has been acting more grumpier than usually,"

Francis only nodded in agreement.

Al walked up to Arthur. Arthur had put away his schedule and then looked up, and then once he saw who was standing beside him, there was his blue eyes had pure terror. Al stepped back, he didn't see the Brit so scared before, but he didn't do anything to him, right?

Al was about to speak, but then he saw Arthur stand up picked up his bag and left the spot, leaving Al confused, frustrated, but most importantly angry. He hadn't got that feeling in a long time, but in his opinion, he didn't want to angry with Arthur. There were always these mixed feelings for the Brit and he hated it. His mother called them hormones; Al just wished the hormones would pass. With a frustrated sigh he walked back to the table. The others asked what happen, but Al didn't want to talk and he just shrugged and put his head in his arms hiding his face trying to calm down all of his emotions.

Arthur went to the bathroom hiding in the stalls waiting for the school bell to ring.

'Belt up Arthur!' Arthur had thought to himself, 'you didn't have to run like some kind of idiot!' Arthur sighed, 'but I can't afford seeing him hurt because of me…' he sat on the closed toilet and put his head in his hands trying to get his thoughts straight. After a moment of hard and long thinking the bell had rang and echoing through the empty bathroom. Arthur quickly got up grabbed his bag and unlocked the door then dashed out of the bathroom starting out his long day of middle school.

He had Home Ec and his teacher was surprised by Arthur's cooking skills, then Math which had struggled dearly through the pre-test. Then he had lunch, he had went to an open and empty space. He had sat down on the lunch table bench and grabbed his cold lunch and began eating. Arthur had scanned his light blue eyes around the lunch area. He sighed as he had finished his sandwich and packed the rest of his lunch he wasn't hungry anyway. He had stood up and walked out of the cafeteria and walked outside to the football/soccer field where the teachers by the bleachers while they were monitoring the other students that were also outside. Arthur had walked past behind the teacher and sat at the bottom of the bleachers. The teacher turned around and smiled.

"Hello, are you new here?" the teacher had asked kindly, and taking a seat next to Arthur.

Arthur nodded, not wanting to talk.

The teacher had thought for a second and asking the smaller pre-teen Brit, "so how's the first day treating you?"

Arthur shrugged awkwardly, "I suppose its different compare to schools in England, but it's okay, I guess"

The teacher beamed, "so you're from a different country? That's nice I bet you'll make a lot of friends here, plus there's strangely a lot of kids this year from different countries this year"

Arthur nodded again, the teacher stood up, "nice talking to you, but I got to keep an eye on those troublemakers,"

Arthur smiled a little, at the small conversation he had, he looked around the field, and then a group had appeared in view, they were playing catch with a softball. Arthur fixed his gaze on the ground, he heard footsteps then he looked up seeing a different, the two twin Italians, a German, and a Japanese pre-teens looking down at Arthur.

"Ciao Brit," the head of the group, Feliciano, had spoken out.

"What do you want?" Arthur growled, "Can't you see I'm enjoying the peace and quiet,"

Feliciano looked unaffected by the Brits words, "its best if you keep that trap hole you call a mouth shut," the Italian had spoken in a calm, but dark voice.

The voice had sending shivers down the smaller Brits spin, having his mind going to 6th grade, once he snapped out of it, he spoke, but only close to a whisper, "I'm sorry,"

Feliciano had smirked, "that's better, pet,"

Arthur had fixed his gaze back to the ground and focusing his shoes. He heard footsteps faded, but he had still felt a presence of someone still lingering around him.

"I'm sorry for my fratello," A bit higher pitch Italian voice had spoken he knew who it was, it was Lovino, he would always apologize to Arthur about Feliciano. Once after some time with Arthur not responding still looking at the ground, and then he heard footsteps and they faded.

Arthur looked up and saw Al, Yao, Francis, and Ivan playing catch, while Matt was lying against the small hill that had led to the field, while he was playing his DS. Arthur had an urge to go and join them, but after what happen this morning maybe they didn't want to see him. He wanted mend the relationship with his old friends, he was about to get up until the peers had rang their whistles and told everyone to get inside the school. Arthur had sighed sadly and looked back at the group, then he caught a familiar red eyes staring at him, he felt his cheeks burn. He quickly got up from the bleachers quickly throw his backpack on his shoulders, and then he had speed walked to the front doors of the school. As soon as he had walked in the school the bell had rang signaling passing period had started, he had sighed in relief and walked to the second to last class.

'Not today, but soon I'll gain the courage and stand up to that Feliciano and his stupid gang.' Arthur thought to himself.

**~*8****th**** Grade*~**

Arthur coughed as he was kicked in the stomach. There was chuckling Italian watching his German friend doing his dirty work.

"P-Please… stop…" Arthur gasped slightly trying to get air back into his lungs.

The Italian smirked at the trembling Brit lying on the floor helplessly. "You should start thinking before you speak, pet," Then the Italian saw Arthur's abused black glasses, "well it looks like you won't needs these in a while," then he crushed the lenses under his boot.

Arthur didn't protest he let the Italian and German to abuse him until they got tired of him.

After some time had passed Feliciano and Ludwig had left Arthur lying on the cold concrete. Arthur had gotten up slowly; his whole body ached, with bruises everywhere. Arthur gasped in pain as he took a step forward and fell back on the ground face forward. Once he hit the ground with he groaned of pain.

Arthur took short breaths trying to get rid of the pain rushing through his body. Arthur got up again; he took a step forward keeping his balance when he walked. As he got closer to his house he was now walking limp, now it started to rain, how ironic right? His body in full pain and wet, he couldn't take it. Then he started to see black spots in his vision, his body getting heavy every step he had taken. Arthur had fell forward he didn't feel himself falling on the ground. Arthur laid their helpless, couldn't move nothing he felt pathetic.

"What the hell dude?" Matt whined as Al took the DS from the Canadians hands.

Al needed to get his mind of something so why not try playing his brothers DS for a while, he had other consuls to play with.

"Shut up you got you iPhone, don't you?" Al asked in a dull voice.

"Come on Al this is getting ridiculous you hate video games, and no because I left it home, remember?" Matt reached for his DS, but Al had a death grip on it, trying to concentrate.

Matt sighed as he sat back against the cheap backrest of the booth then looked around the small mostly empty café they were in; they were waiting Yao, Francis, and Ivan. They agreed to meet up at the café and hang out around town and just walk around. Then spend the night at Francis's house.

"Hello," a Russian accent had filled the air causing Al to slam the DS on the table top.

"Great you had to come first," Al spat.

While the other two teens were glaring at each other, Matt was checking his DS to see if there was any damage to the portable device. Once everything checked ok Matt gave Al a death glare.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Matt yelled causing bunch of worker and customers looking their direction.

Al turned and faced his brother. "What's wrong with me?" Al said, "I don't know Matt, I'm fucking confused with myself," with that Al had gotten up, "I'm going home," then he slammed the door of the café and walked towards his house, leaving the Canadian and Russian alone. People now turned their heads away and continuing with their own business.

"What's wrong with the comrade?" Ivan asked.

"I don't know," was all Matt could say at that point.

Alfred pulled his bomber jacket closer so half of his face was covered by the fur of the jacket shielding him from the rain, and having his sunglasses over his eyes with raindrops hitting his lenses. He sighed and took of his sunglasses and shoved them back on top his head in his now wet messy hair.

He honestly changed over the years he went back his usual self, he fights with local kids at school, sometimes even gets kicked out of the house from his mother telling him that he should get fresh air and stop being negative for once. Then again, under all that tough meat was a soft spot, that soft spot was always for Arthur he couldn't explain it himself, he can't stand him getting hurt. Then he saw a body lying on the concrete sidewalk he thought is some drunk there but as he had came closer to the figure, his eyes had widened. It was Arthur, in Al's first instinct was to run toward the wet and cold teenager on the concrete.

"Arthur!" Al called out.

Arthur didn't respond it worried Al; he had sprinted to the Brit. He passed and saw Arthur's crushed black glasses, he quickly grabbed them and shoved them in his bomber jacket pocket then continued to dash to Arthur.

As soon Al had gotten to Arthur's side he had slowly picked up the unconscious Brit acting act like that he will break if he hadn't held him right. Al held him close to his chest trying to shield him from the rain. As soon as he made it to the front door of his house, he opened it trying not to drop Arthur in the process. He kicked the door closed and gently laid Arthur on the couch in the living room. Al had walked into the open kitchen, and then opened each cabinets looking in them, trying to find the chicken soup. That his mom had always made when Matt or Al were sick.

Once Al had found the soup he looked at the directions and started making it, once he was done he put the burner on a low temperature so it was still warm enough to eat. He went to the sink and got the First Aid under the sink; he grabbed it then walked into the living room. Al had walked over to Arthur he put the First Aid kit on the coffee table, he grabbed the hem of Arthur's wet white dress shirt, and then he hesitantly move the shirt up till his stomach and chest was showing, once he saw the Brit's exposed chest and stomach made his blood boil. Seeing Arthur's body covered in old scars and bruises and new ones also. He quickly worked grabbing the First Aid opening it and he grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around Arthur's torso, he was no doctor, but from the injures he had in baseball his mom would cover them with bandages and would be okay the next few or couple days. Once he had finished he put the remaining bandages and put them in the First Aid box and pulled Arthur's shirt back so it was covering his chest and stomach, he got up walked back in the kitchen and putting the First Aid kit back under the sink. Then he walked back in the living room seeing if Arthur was waking up.

"This so déjà vu all over again," Al had mumbled to himself.

He walked up to Arthur then he put his tanned hand on the Brit's drying hair, he didn't want to move Arthur in case he might cause pain. He noticed Arthur moved a little and seeing his eye lids lazily opening. Al felt his heart beat faster, and quickly withdraw his hand away from Arthur's strawberry-blonde hair. Arthur looked around then his blue eyes had met with red eyes. A faint blush had appeared on the small Brits face.

"Al?" Arthur asked confused.

"Yeah that's me," Al answered acting like that his heart wasn't going to explode out of his chest.

Arthur tried to sit up his body had been filled with pain as soon as he had sit up. Al forced his body gently back in a lying position.

"Don't move," Al had said in a serious voice.

Arthur did as he was told and waited for a while till he spoke up, "where am I?" He asked being confused.

Al looked at a different direction, "my house," he mumbled, but loud enough for Arthur to hear.

Arthur looked around then he quietly nodded slowly, he didn't want to respond.

"You know…" Al started off, which caught Arthur's attention, "um… why are you avoiding us? You know Yao, Francis, Matt, and me, you're acting like we're some kind of plague," Al said now staring at Arthur solemnly.

Arthur looked down at his lap, he just shook his head, and he spoke "I can't tell you…" Arthur lifted his head to look back at Al's eyes. "I'm sorry," Arthur whispered holding back the tears that were threatening to fall down his cold cheeks.

Al sighed and got up, he walked down to the hall and turned and opened the first door on his right. He took out a blanket and closed the door then walked to his bedroom went to his closet and pulled out a shirt and a pair of sport shorts that'll look like they'll fit Arthur's skinny body and then walked back to Arthur. Once he came back he saw Arthur sitting up his back against the backrest and having his knees to his chest. Al had cautiously had walked up to Arthur.

"Um… Arthur?" Al had blushed slightly. 'What the hell is wrong with me? For fuck sakes, why am I blushing?' Al thought bitterly.

Arthur lifted his so he was looking at Al. Then he got up really slowly. "I want to go home…" Arthur stated.

Al quietly gritted his teeth, "no, you're not going out there Arthur you're sick, injured, besides you need the rest, and my mom and dad are out of town and Matt and I were going to spend the night at Francis's, but I stormed off," Al trailed off, but he quickly finished his point, "so you can stay, just you and… me…"

Arthur looked at the tanned American with a light dust of pink on his cheeks, "u-um, but what about mum, I can't worry her so much,"

Al sighed as he practically jumped on the couch and lying against the backrest, "just call her, I'm sure she won't mind," Al shrugged and looked up at Arthur who was quietly shifting his weight on his legs every now and then, he sighed, "sit down I'll get the home phone." With that he got up and went to small table by the front door and grabbed the wireless phone from the charger and walked back to Arthur and handed it to him, "here…" he said as he went back to his seat on the couch next to Arthur.

Arthur quietly thanked him and limped out the room and to the open kitchen. After a few minutes had past he had came back to the couch and silently thanking him and giving the tanned American the home phone back.

"So what did she say?" Al asked.

"She said I can stay… she thought it would be a good idea considering I barely hang out with anyone… anymore," Arthur whispered, but loud enough Al to hear.

Al nodded, getting slightly mad, but he shook it off. Then he stood up and gave Arthur the spare clothes.

"Here, you should get changed out of those wet clothes," Al said looking away trying not to show his embarrassment, he's got a reputation to keep. Arthur nodded quickly and grabbed the clothes, quietly thanked him and slowly walked to the bathroom in the semi-familiar halls.

Al sighed and walked to the kitchen grabbing two bowls from the cupboard and poring an equal amount of soup in each bowl. Then he walked back carefully not to spill anything on the carpet. Once he had made it to the couch that Arthur was sitting on with new baggy clothes on. Al had walked up put the bowl of soups on the coffee table, and then he grabbed the duvet and placed it on Arthur. Arthur looked up as Al had giving him the soup. He sat on the other end of the couch reaching for his own soup and taking occasional sips from it. He looked over and saw Arthur wasn't eating his soup. Then Al had reached over to Arthur's bowl, he grabbed it causing Arthur to look at him then the next thing he knew there was a spoon that was shoved into his mouth, Arthur's eyes widened as the warm liquid was shoved in his mouth. Arthur had swallowed it harshly down his sore throat and coughed a few time, he gave Al a quiet glare and scooted closer to the arm of the love seat and away from Al.

Arthur looked at the blank light tan color wall. He breathed slowly trying to get his thoughts sorted out once more, until Al had scooted closer to Arthur.

Arthur turned his head so he is looking At Al, "what?" Arthur whispered.

Al stared intensely into Arthur's eyes trying to find something then looked away, "nothing…" then he looked back, he sighed, "you know it might be best if you eat that soup,"

Arthur looked at the soup then the other teenager. Arthur nodded slowly and began to eat his soup.

"You know," Al started off catching Arthur's attention, "we can watch a movie, to pass the time."

Arthur thought about it nodded and gave Al a smile, but Al knew it was fake, like all the ones he wore after 6th grade. Al nodded, and walked swiftly to the do cabinet where the CD's are kept.

Al had picked an appropriate movie a child's movie he had when Matt and him had watched when they were younger. Al had popped the CD into the CD player and played the movie. Arthur kept quiet just staring at the TV blankly.

As the movie was halfway done Arthur felt his eyes getting heavier by the second. Arthur soon found himself falling slowly to his right side until he landed on Al's shoulder. Al looked at his shoulder and gave a half-smile.

"I swear," Al whispered to himself, "even if you won't tell me or won't give me a straight answer, I will always be there watching you Arthur… just remember that, okay?" He sighed, and chuckled to himself, 'great, now I'm turning into a softy,' Al thought to himself before letting himself fall asleep.

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**OMG this is way over due! Sorry **

**School has been crazy with the crazy big ass assignments every single bloody day! Uhg so annoying. **

**But I manage to get the story done. **

**So I'll make a promise that I'll get a chappie out at least once or twice a month or so and during the upcoming break (Thanksgiving) I'll be working on this 12/6 (need meh breaks) **

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**Love ya poppets~**


	5. Chapter 5

**Chapter 5**

Arthur had waked up with the sun tinkling on his skin; he got up so he was sitting on the bed. He looked at the alarm clock, '5:20 a.m.' Arthur sighed and got of the bed with his bare feet felling the cold of the floor boards of his room. Arthur shivered at the feeling leaving the warmth of his bed. He turned off his alarm clock. Then, went to go and take a quick shower. He walked out the bathroom put on clean clothes, he didn't need to put on his uniform today it was Saturday. Once he got dressed with his usual outfit a white dress shirt, with a pale pink sweater vest with a pale blue bowtie, with brown dress pants, and dark brown dress shoes. He glanced at the small mirror in his room; he noticed a big bruise forming on his cheek. He walked towards it and grabbed the cover up makeup out of a draw of his side table by his bed and opened the container and put the cover up on his face till there were no freckles and the bruise in sight, and then he put on his black glasses.

When he walked out of his room Arthur saw a sleeping figure on the couch, he smiled weakly and went to the bathroom to get to the medicine cabinet. He had grabbed some ibuprofen opened the small container and popped out two pills he closed the plastic bottle and put it back in the cabinet and closed the door. Arthur had walked into the kitchen grabbed a glass and filled it with water and he walked to the living room, to his mom and put the pills and water on the table, then he hurried back to the kitchen and went to make some eggs. When he was done he walked back to his mom and placed the eggs by the pills and water. Then he bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

"Get better mum," Arthur said sweetly then went to the front door and walked outside.

He walked down the street out of his neighborhood to get to the downtown, as he was walking he was looking for a certain building and when spotted a pink and blue sign with a cupcake on it he smiled knowing that this'll be his new job, considering the owner was kind enough for him to take the big responsibility. He entered the little bakery and was greeted by a pleasant smell of fresh pastries, cakes, coffee, and bread. He spotted a man about in his late 30's behind the counter wiping the surface with a wet rag. The owner looked up also known as, Mr. Parker; Mr. Parker smiled at the sight of Arthur he gestured the teen to come closer so he can give him instructions. Arthur slowly made his way to the counter.

"Hello Arthur," the Mr. Parker smiled.

Arthur jumped at his loud booming voice, "h-hello sir," Arthur stuttered.

The man smiled, "no need for being formal, just call me Parker please,"

Arthur gave a nod then responded, "okay,"

Mr. Parker had smile, "now, your job is going to man the register," Mr. Parker said as he patted the cash register, once he got nod out of Arthur he continued, "also since you have school you'll be coming here every weekend through 7am to 3pm, I still need you give you some freedom now, and that's all you need, also be sure to punch in when you come and leave, also here's your card so you can punch in," Mr. Parker gave the 14 year old his access card, "alright there's a apron under this counter, if you need to get a new batch of anything or need help with anything, I'm right behind this door," he pointed at the door that was behind him, there was already noises coming from what Arthur could tell was the kitchen, "got it?" Mr. Parker asked as he stood up straight.

Arthur looked away from the door and looked at the older man, "yes… um… Parker I got it," Arthur said then watched the man enter the kitchen.

Arthur walked around the counter until he was behind it, then he looked for an apron then he grabbed a light blue on and put it on. As the day shifted, he had approximately 20 customers, which was mainly greedy children dragging their mothers in the store. As soon his shift was nearly ending he gave a sigh of relief, until he heard a little bell from the door signaling that there is a costumer entering the store, Arthur straightened his posture and forced a smile.

"Hello, welcome the Parkers' Sweets; what can I get you this afternoon?"

Al was more over surprise when he spotted Arthur standing behind the counter with a work apron on, but what really caught him off guard was the way how Arthur looked. He was paler, tired, and just depressed. As Al entered the store he had saw Arthur made a fake smile, that just made his blood boil, but he restrained himself, he was going to get doughnuts for the guys while he was out.

"Really Arthur, quit the fake crap," Arthur jumped at the familiar voice, he saw Al standing there in front of him.

Arthur blush a little, and dropped his smile, "what do you want?" Arthur tried again.

Once Arthur had gestured the case, Al peered through the case, until he had spotted glazed doughnuts, he mentally counted how much he needed, 'okay so, Matt, Yao, Commie, and Francis, but not me, so 4, yeah sounds about right.' Al looked at Arthur, "4 glazed doughnuts,"

Arthur nodded, then went to work, he grabbed the tongs and placed the four doughnuts in the white bag with the stores logo on it, Arthur then walked to the counter and placed the bag on the counter next to the register and pushed a few buttons so they'll show the total on the screen, "that'll be $1.00," Arthur heard Al grunt as he took out his wallet.

"Here," Al mumbled, and gave Arthur a dollar. Arthur gave Al the bag and Al took and turned around instead of leaving he leaned against the counter, "so do you work here now?"

Arthur sighed know that getting rid of Al will be useless, "yes I do…"

Al turned around and looked at Arthur, "so when do you get out," Arthur looked at the clock.

"Um, in 30 minutes why?" Arthur asked have curiosity taking over him.

"Oh nothing," Al smirked and left bakery, Arthur blushed and looked down at the clean counter.

As time went by Arthur looked at the clock and noticed it was time to leave the bakery, he took off his apron and folded it neatly then put back where he got it from, then went in the kitchen to punch out, once Mr. Parker had saw Arthur, he smiled.

"Goodbye Arthur have a nice rest of your," Arthur put the access card in his pocket, then he turned to Mr. Parker.

"I will, you too," Arthur half-smile then took out to the door.

When Arthur was outside of the kitchen he saw a familiar figure, Arthur raised a eyebrow and saw Al looking around.

"There you are, thought you left," Al smirked.

Arthur blushed, "n-no I-I-I was just ch-checking out," Arthur stuttered. He also couldn't help but notice the felling in his stomach was fluttering and his heart was pounding.

"Do you have the rest of the day off," Al asked taking a step closer to Arthur.

"Um yes, but I got to get home to check on my mother," Arthur said trying to hurry past Al, but he arm was grabbed by Al.

Al roughly pulled Arthur outside of the store and dragged him to the closest park in a secluded area. Al sighed as he let go of Arthur.

"What's up with your mom?" Al asked, but Arthur did know that's not what he wanted to talk about, he sighed and decided to answer the question.

"My mum is… um," Arthur thought for a bit, "sick…"

Al raised an eyebrow, "really?" Al asked not taking Arthur answer as the truth.

Arthur looked down, and heard Al sighed, "Arthur you're hiding stuff from me and I plan onto figuring on what's going on in that head of yours," Al stated, as he watched Arthur raised his head to look at Al's deep red eyes.

Arthur took a sigh trying to calm down, "there's… nothing to hide," Arthur stated sheepishly.

Al shook his head, "bullshit Arthur, you're hiding stuff, and you know how I can tell?" Al asked getting angry. Arthur shook his head slowly staring at Al with wide eyes. Al groaned, "The way you looked, your hair is messy than it usually it is, your skin is sickly pale," Al yelled, but brought his voice down to normal, "but…" Al started off, walking towards Arthur, "yet we're not friends, why do I care so much?" Al said, putting a hand on Arthurs' cheek, "just tell me what made you look like this, act like this,"

Arthur stared at Al's red eyes, "I can't say… Al… I just can't, they said they'll hurt me and you, everyone that I care about, I just want to protect you, that's why I avoid you, that's why I stopped talking to you, that's why I come home cry because I know that nothing will go back to normal," Arthur said sadly, feeling hot tears fall down his cheek, with his cover up makeup disappearing with the tears. "Nothing will go back to normal," Arthur repeated brokenly between sobs.

Al started at Arthur with wide eyes, not believing on what he was hearing; he quickly wrapped his arms around the smaller Brit, "I'm sorry Arthur," Al whispered. Arthur desperately grabbed Al's shirt like it was his only life line. Al pulled back to look at Arthur's face, his eyes went wide when he spotted a nasty purple bruise on Arthurs' cheek, he placed his hand on Arthurs' bruised cheek, "who did this?" Al mumbled.

Arthurs' eyes went into shock, "Al, it was accident,"

Al sighed, "Arthur this doesn't look like a fucking accident," Al stated. "Who did it," he said firmly. Arthur mumbled something that Al couldn't understand, "huh?" Al questioned.

"I said… my… m-mum did it," Arthur said quietly, but Al heard it.

"What the hell? Why?" Al questioned.

"Al… it was an accident, she didn't know what she was doing," Arthur said looking into Al's eyes and his hand still gripping onto Al's shirt.

Al kept his hands on Arthur's shoulders, "hey, how about we have a sleepover you know like the good old days," Al smirked. Arthur gave a small smile, to Al that meant he was luckiest person in order to see a rare smile on Arthur's face, he gave one last hug. "Okay meet me at my house at 5 p.m. 'kay?"

Arthur gave some thought and smiled, "okay… I would like that very much Al, thank you," without thinking, Arthur got on his toes and kissed Al's cheek, he pulled away with a red face, "um, 5 p.m., your house, got it," Arthur said then jogged away from Al.

When Arthur jogged away, Al had a dumb smile on his face and strutted back to his house.

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_**All I can say is… wow way over due.**_

_**But I got it out before Christmas so this is my Christmas present to the followers of this story xD **_

_**Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa (don't know if I spelled those right so sorry T.T)**_

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_**Love ya poppets~ c:**_


	6. Chapter 6

**Chapter 6**

Arthur walked home, with his mind full of thoughts, 'oh my god, did I just? Why are you such an idiot Arthur! Why did you just? I'm…" Arthur took a deep breath. "Calm down, old chap," Arthur told himself, "he probably forgot about it… yeah… just forgot about it," Arthur sighed, "but it did feel… nice… right even," Arthur gently slapped himself in the face. "Get a hold of yourself," Arthur sighed, and looked at that clock that read, '4:30' "well might as well start packing for tonight." Arthur had made up to his room and packed then left, but before he left he had put a note on the kitchen table telling his mother where he will be and when he'll come back home, feeling that he was ready to leave he grabbed the spare key and went out the front door and locked, and then made his way towards Al's home.

Al sigh as he made it through the front door, his mother had poked her head from the kitchen, "dear? Is that you?" Al's mother had called from the kitchen. Then she had spotted Al she smiled, "so how was my baby day?"

Al rolled his eyes, "mom really?" Al had sighed, "Fine I guess…" he mumbled.

His mother nodded knowingly, "Al me and your farther have a business trip and have to leave tonight sadly, and your brother is at Canada for the next week with your grandparents, are you sure you want to stay home, you can always stay at friends house while we are gone," she said, as a worried mother she wouldn't let her son in the how by himself, but her husband said that they need to trust in the boy more, she sighed.

"Yeah mom I got it covered," Al smirked, "plus I have someone coming over for tonight," Al said sitting on the counter top.

Al's mother had eyed him suspiciously, "oh really? Who is it?" she asked.

"Well first off it's not a girl," Al stated, "it's actually one of my old friends," Al's mother smiled.

"Which one?" she asked.

"Arthur," he smiled.

"Oh that nice boy that you hanged out with since 5th grade?" she asked. He nodded, she gave a smile, of course she couldn't forget the sweet little boy that had such a amazing influence onto Al and Matt when they were growing up, and she was very close to Arthur's mother, unfortunately ever since the news of Arthur's farther leaving them for another, really struck the poor women and she never heard from her since. She wondered how badly it struck the young boy. "I think it'll be nice for you and Arthur hanging out again," she thought for a moment as she finished cleaning up the last dish, "how is he doing?" she asked

Al had felt his heart clenched on seeing Arthur's crying face, he sighed, "I think he doing pretty well," he lied through his tongue, he didn't want his mother to worry over Arthur while they were on their trip.

She nodded and turned to look at Al, "well I'll be packing your fathers suit case considering the last time he did he had a mental breakdown of what to take and not," she giggled.

Al nodded, and jumped off the counter, "Arthur will be here in a few," Al had said looking at the clock above the sink.

Al's mother nodded and smiled, "well I can't wait to meet him after such a long time,"

Al nodded and headed up stares to make sure he had everything for the sleepover.

After sometime Al's mother walked down stairs to place the suitcase by the front door she called up to her husband seeing if he needed any help, then she heard the doorbell, she walked up to the door and opened. Then there appeared a small boy holding a small sports bag.

The mother smiled and opened the door a little more to let the boy in, "hello Arthur, my you've certainly grown a whole lot, haven't you?" she smiled sweetly. Arthur blushed and only nodded.

"Um thank you Mrs. Jones," he said with a small smile.

"I see you still have that cute accent, also how's your mother? I haven't heard from her lately," Mrs. Jones asked.

"She's…" Arthur thought for a moment, "doing fine, getting better," Arthur lied.

Mrs. Jones looked at Arthur for a moment, and then they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. When the person had reached the bottom it was Al.

"Hey Arthur," Al greeted.

"Hello," Arthur responded with a small blush and looked down slightly.

"Well, let's head up stairs," Al said about to grab his wrist, when Al was dragging Arthur upstairs Arthur noticed a few suitcases on the floor, as Al and Arthur had reached Al's bedroom. Al let go of Arthur's wrist and then sat on the bed.

"Um what's with the suitcases by the stairs I saw earlier?" Arthur asked out of curiosity.

"Oh yeah, my parents are heading to a business trip, and Matt won't be here either he's at Canada for a while helping my granddad hunt down poachers,"

Arthur's eyes widened, "are you sure it's okay if I stay here? I mean I hate to be here if your parents aren't even here, plus I'll feel like I'll be intruding," Arthur said quietly said.

Al looked at Arthur than smirked, "nah it's fine, plus my mom is more in charge that my dad, so what she says go, and she trust you so you can stay here all you want," Al stated and smiled at Arthur.

Arthur blushed and had gingerly picked up his sports bag and looked through it to find his pajamas, "um where can I put these on?" Arthur asked.

Al looked and saw Arthur holding his pajamas, "you can change in here while I get us drinks," Al said standing up, "what would you like?"

"Um water please…" Arthur answered politely.

Al nodded and left out the door, Arthur had took off his sweater vest and bow tie and started to unbutton his shirt and let it slid off his body, his freckled covered chest and stomach now exposed. He sighed and looked and the horrible brown dots, he went to reach his with white T-shirt, the door opened and had a blushing Arthur looking at the door with his shirt at his chest covering it.

Al blushed seeing the almost half naked boy in front of him. Al chuckled, "I'll go and wait outside… um sorry…"Al had mumbled then quickly closed the door.

Arthur blush a deep red tomato, and then he hurried changing into his pajamas. Once he got in them he heard a knock on the door.

Arthur reached the doorknob and turned it to let the door open to let Al inside. Once Al was inside his own room he set the two glasses on the nightstand by the bed and had sat next to Arthur. He took a glance at the small Brit and sighed noticing how red the smaller boy is.

"Sorry for barging in I thought you were done," Al had apologize which was rare for the American teenager, but when Arthur was around he tends at 'different'.

Arthur looked at Al, "it's fine… you didn't know… plus it is your room," Arthur let out a small laugh.

Al smirked, "oh by the way," Al started, "why did you kiss me?" Al asked, and started laughing when Arthur went deep tomato red.

Arthur was struggling for words; Al had put a hand on his shoulder, "don't worry… I kind of liked it…" Al mumbled the last part blushing. Arthur started at him with wide eyes then hugged him. Al froze for a bit then he chuckled and wrapped his arms around the smaller Brit.

"This feels nice…" Arthur stated.

Al smirked and patted Arthur's back, "sure does… sure does…"

_**Wow sorry if this chapter is kinda bad QwQ I'm sorry…**_

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	7. Chapter 7

**Chapter 7**

Al's parents had already left and had said their goodbyes to the teens. Arthur had looked around and then back at Al who was picking a movie because they had nothing else to do. When he saw the tanned America had stood up he had walked to his television when he had put the disk inside the DVD player and went to Arthur who had the popcorn on his lap. Al walked to the bed and climbed on it and sat next to Arthur, Arthur then put the bowl of popcorn between the two.

"What did you pick?" Arthur asked curiously.

Al was too busy to pay attention only looking at the screen, and then he shook his head and looked at Arthur, "huh?" he questioned.

Arthur frowned, "what did you pick?" Arthur tried again.

"Oh," Al started off, "a type of horror movie," he stated, then he saw Arthur pale a bit, "anything the matter?" he asked curiously.

Arthur shook his head and looked down on his lap, "no… nothing at all," Arthur assured the other teen.

Al only nodded and looked back at the screen.

Al loved horror movies they don't scare him that much just depends on how the movie is well made and such or if he had watched them before. Plus he loves to watch them with people and waits for the next jump scare to see if it'll get him, but sometimes it doesn't.

Arthur purely hated horror movies, after that one he watched when he was younger and still had his father. He had watched with his parents because they told him he need much more sense into picking a better genre in case of sleepover, but sadly he didn't like the movie and was kept up all night fearing that the serial killer will come into his room and cut him to pieces and the movie wasn't all that scary, but Arthur can't handle the gore and so much swearing in just one scene.

As the movie continued Arthur had unconsciously grabbed a pillow and stuffed it between his chest and legs and having his arms wrapped arms around his legs. As a jump scare was about to come out Arthur quickly ducked his head into the pillow and covering his ears hoping he won't hear the screams.

Al looked over and saw Arthur cowering like some kind of dog that had been told off for doing something wrong, Al sighed and poked Arthur head hoping the younger boy will give Al attention. Arthur looked up with tears starting to form; unfortunately he looked up at the wrong time as there was bloody murder scream coming from the television, Arthur's eyes widened and he tackled Al as he wrapped his pale arms around Al's torso and buried his head into Al's chest. Al face had gone to a brown tan to a bright red. He finally realized what got Arthur so worked up for. Al had turned to the television, he sighed.

'It was getting to the good part too,' Al had thought, but he grabbed the remote and tuned of the television.

Arthur looked up into Al's deep red eyes, Arthur blushed and quickly moved off of Al, "sorry," he mumbled out of embarrassment.

"Um no it's fine, you were scared and it was sort of understandable," Al had mumbled.

Arthur looked at Al, "you know…" Arthur started off, "you used to be a tougher when we were younger, but now you're just a big softy," Arthur giggled a little.

Al looked at Arthur, "nah, you just get see the soft side because I know you can't handle my tough side," Al chuckled.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "yeah sure okay,"

"Yep you're too innocent for my tough side,"

"Prove it," Arthur smiled and looked at Al's red eyes.

Al blush, "no,"

"How come…?" Arthur asked.

"Just cause," Al had crossed his arms.

Arthur laughed, "alright, guess the big bad boy isn't as tough as I used to think,"

Al had his cheeks blazing red from embarrassment, and then smirked, 'at least Arthur is opening up a bit more…' Al had thought. Al looked at Arthur and saw Arthur yawn quietly.

"Tired?" Al asked, and looked at Arthur who had half-lidded eyes.

"No," Arthur said quietly. "I'm not tired," he stated.

Al rolled his eyes and chuckled as he had force the Brit on his back and pulled the covers over Arthur, Arthur had groaned.

"I'm not sleepy," Arthur said sleepily.

Al shrugged and got into the covers with Arthur. "How are you feeling?" Al asked.

"Heavy…" Arthur stated.

Al nodded, "sounds legit seemingly you probably worked yourself to your limit, maybe over," Al mumbled.

Arthur laughed quietly, Al looked at Arthur confusingly.

"What are you laughing about?" Al had asked.

Arthur's laughter had calmed down and then he looked at Al lazily, "I do, don't I? heck I got a job under the original age limit, but have to do it, I have to support my mum, you know she been through so much and I fell like half the time I'm bringing her down, because of my needs and the child care and such," Arthur sighed, "I just want to help her,"

Al nodded understanding and sighed, "jeez you're making me too soft," Al moaned in annoyance.

Arthur laughed, but it quickly died off, "thank you, though… for being there for me even though I tied to pushed you away,"

"No problem, Arthur," Al sighed, "now how about we get some shut eye, and don't worry about your job I got you a sick day, and your boss understood that you were over working yourself to the wall,"

Arthur sighed, "I guess there is no way for me to complain," he said quietly.

Then Arthur moved slowly towards Al and placed his head on his shoulder, Al had blushed and sighed, "night Art,"

"Good night Alfred," Arthur said saying Al's real name.

Al looked at Arthur with amazement; no one had ever called him by his real name ever since he had started elementary. Al sighed and felt the Brit grow heavier until his was fully relaxed and in a deep sleep.

Al sighed and smiled as he got comfortable and went to sleep as well.

Arthur had woken up to a smell he looked up and notice Al was nowhere to be seen.

"Al?" Arthur called out.

"Yeah I'm here," Al said and causing Arthur to look up.

Arthur's eyes landed on Al, and he had two bowls of cereal in his hands. Arthur sat up.

"You didn't need to get me breakfast," Arthur mumbled.

"I know," Al started off, "but I wanted to, plus you're my guest, might as well show some hospitality."

Arthur nodded as he grabbed the bowl from Al and Al sat next to Arthur and began to eat, and with Arthur following the same lead. After they were done Arthur and all had went downstairs and went to the kitchen to clean their dishes from this morning and last night. Al sighed and put the last dish into the drying rack. He turned to Arthur, and smirked.

"Want to get changed?" Al had asked.

Arthur nodded, "yeah..."

They both went to Al's room and Arthur grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom while Al had got dressed in his own room. When they both are done they had heard the doorbell had gone off, they both had walked towards the front door, having Al open the door. They both were faced by 3 familiar faces, Yao, Ivan, and Francis. Al looked at the 3 and smirked.

"Hey guys," Al greeted.

"Hi," Ivan said the other two just grunted thinking it was too early in the morning to be up.

Arthur was hanging behind Al then Yao looked and saw Arthur, his face immediately lit up because he hasn't saw the Brit forever.

"Arthur it's been a long time!" Yao exclaimed.

Arthur looked at the three with a surprised look; he felt his cheek raising in heat from all the attention he was getting.

"Oh yeah… I forgot to tell you we're going to hang with the old group… just minus Matt," Al said nervously.

Arthur only nodded, 'this was my second chance, to make everything right, I can't mess this up!' Arthur thought determine to get his friends back for sure this time. Arthur smiled a little.

"That's alright, I think it's nice that we catch up after… 3 years," Arthur trailed off feeling guilty already.

Al looked at Arthur, and then smirked, "its okay Arthur," Al said. Arthur only nodded.

The group had gone to a familiar ice cream parlor that they use to go to when they were younger, they took their order.

Yao having a dark chocolate, Ivan getting cookies n' cream, Francis getting lemon ice cream, Alfred getting plain vanilla, and Arthur getting cookie dough. Arthur looked at the 4 teenagers, and smiled a little.

"How's your mother?" Yao asked taking a lick into his ice cream. Arthur froze a bit and took a deep breath.

"She's… doing fine," Arthur lied, his mother was doing horribly, drunk, abusive, making himself feel worse about how much of it was his fault, the worst part he didn't do anything about it, mainly because he loved his mother, he just hope he'll get here back some day.

"Managed to keep the accent all this time?" Francis asked.

Arthur nodded, "it was easy, in a way…"

Francis nodded happy that his old friend was talking to them again.

Ivan smiled and stayed quiet, he can tell that his English friend was feeling uncomfortable, "So comrade, why was Arthur at your house?" Ivan asked.

Alfred looked away and took a lick out of his vanilla ice cream, "he was over for a sleep over," Alfred said.

The three nodded, then Yao slammed his covered hands on the table, "OH~ all of us should have a sleep over!" he stated.

"But it's a school night," Arthur squeaked.

Francis rolled his eyes, "Mère doesn't care that I have one on a school night, we just have to sleep,"

"Mine either," Ivan budded in.

"My mom doesn't care," Yao added.

"Psshh my mom is gone on a business trip with my dad," Al stated, "and I guess that I could host another one, I just got to tell my folks," he added.

The three nodded, and then looked at Arthur, Arthur had his face flushed red as he had all eyes on him, "I suppose one more night wouldn't hurt," he mumble, but he was grateful that he was going to be out his own house, but he needed his uniform and such.

"Alight its settle, we'll get ready for it when we're done with the ice cream," Ivan said.

As the ice cream had been eaten by the teenagers, the five had parted and left to pack up there item and leaving Arthur and Al to walk towards Arthur's house. As soon as they had gotten closer Arthur's house, Arthur started to shake a little, Al noticed.

"You want me to go in with you?" he asked, Arthur quickly shook his head.

"She hates unexpected guests, and she won't take it too kindly," Arthur stated. Al slowly nodded and now had a bad feeling on what would happen to his friend.

"But if anything happens don't hesitate to call, okay?" Al said sternly, Arthur nodded.

As the made it to the small house Alfred stopped at the walkway to the door and waited by the fence for Arthur, Arthur slowly walked to the door; his heartbeat quickens every step he takes. Arthur went slowly for the knob and had gave the door knob a turn so he can open it, when he opened it he went inside leaving the door slightly cracked open just in case Al needed a quick entrance, besides his mother was stronger than she looks, all she needs is alcohol in her system. Arthur had looked inside, and noticed bottles open and empty and stained floor and a figure sleeping in the couch. Arthur gave a sigh of relief and quietly moved upstairs and quickly grabbed his clothes, backpack, homework, and his old fashion cell phone. He went down stairs and looked at his mom, who who was still sleeping soundly on the couch, he moved and grab one of the house keys and closed the front door gently and locked it. He gave a sigh of relief and saw Al jogged up to him with smirk.

"You okay?" he asked he picked up most of the items; Arthur nodded as he put his homework in his bag and slung it on his shoulders. Arthur had smiled at Al.

Al noticed the smile and blushed, then he coughed, "well, let's go," he looked at Arthur's house, "I don't really like staying here for too long," Al stated.

Arthur nodded, and they both walked away from the house. Then Al had walked with Arthur to his house.

Unbeknownst to the two teenagers, there was a set of dark purple eyes watching them and glaring daggers at them.

_**Hey! :D **_

_**Okay so I had made this a little longer~ **_

_**Hope this is good, if anyone has a idea on how for the two main characters (Arthur and Al) to get to together OwO just want some opinions :D **_

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	8. Chapter 8

**Chapter 8**

Arthur and Al had walked down, when they were half way to get to Al's house. There was silence; it wasn't uncomfortable silence, it was peaceful and nice silence. Al looked at the small Brit that was next to him, he notice it was slowly getting dark and the Brit didn't have that much on, and it was getting dark out. Alfred had shrugged off his bomber jacket, and succeeded on not dropping any of Arthur's items. He took Arthurs backpack and put his bomber jacket on Arthur's shoulders. He saw red growing on Arthur's cheek that made his freckles unnoticeable. Then Arthur had looked at Al confusingly.

"Why did you give me your jacket," Arthur asked.

Al blushed and pouted and looked forward, "you looked cold…" Al said and slung Arthur's backpack on his shoulder. Arthur blushed.

"You don't need to carry everything," he stated.

Al shook his head, "you had a long day… and it's going to be a long night considering were going to deal with the 3 bastards,"

Arthur flinched, and sighed, "please stop using such unnecessary words Al…"

Al only hummed and looked behind them, 'I swear that there is something there…' Al thought to himself, and then he turned back face forward, 'must be my imagination.'

"Is there something wrong?" Arthur asked and looked behind him and didn't see anything and then looked back at Al.

Al shook his head, "no… just checking every now and then, you might never know what's coming at you at this time of night," he stated.

Arthur nodded and kept walking. After some time had passed, Arthur looked at Al. The two teens had made it to Al's house; Al unlocked the door and let Arthur to go inside then himself. Arthur grabbed his items and went to Al's room to drop them off. Then he back down stairs and saw Al looking through a case and pulled out a DVD case. Arthur walked up to Al and poked at his shoulder; Al looked behind him and saw Arthur looking at him with curious eyes.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked.

"Picking out a game and movie for everyone, considering you can't watch anything that is scary, the others have to accept comedy," Al answered.

Arthur nodded, "Oh…"

"Hey don't feel bad," Al stated and looked at the Brit, "it's not your fault," he stated and went to the gloomy teen.

"I know…" Arthur said and gave Al a small smile, "you're a good friend to have," Arthur said.

Al had blushed and turned back to the shelf and pulled out a comedy movie. When a few minutes had passed Al had gave a sigh of relief that he had got everything prepared for the sleepover, he and Arthur were already dressed and they both decided to have everyone to sleep in the living room since there wasn't going to be enough room. Arthur and Al had waited on the couch; Al looked at Arthur and looked around.

"So… I heard you're in Home Ec…" Al started off.

Arthur looked at Al and raised an eyebrow and smiled a little, "yeah… I suppose I am… why you ask?" Arthur asked.

Al looked around, "just wondering," Arthur smiled a little.

"Well I can tell you I can make some pretty good cupcakes," Arthur stated proudly.

Al chuckled, "really? I wouldn't have guessed, you could make them here," Al said.

Arthur looked at Al with wide eyes, "really?"

"Yeah sure, want me to show you where everything is?" Al asked.

Arthur nodded eagerly, and followed Al to the kitchen, Al showed where all the stuff is, and then the doorbell had gone off, Al got up and walked to the door. Then he had come face to face with Francis, Yao, and Ivan.

"Evening," Francis said in a tired tone.

"Hey… um yeah just put your stuff in my room and just put down the stuff you need down here, were going to sleep in the living room," Al had directed and moved out of the way for the teenagers. When he watched them go upstairs, Al had went in the kitchen to check on Arthur, when he entered the kitchen he heard some humming.

Al looked at Arthur and notice Arthur was swaying side to side and humming a small happy tune as he stirred the mixture. Al walked towards Arthur and looked inside the bowl; it looked like regular vanilla cupcake or cake batter.

"What are you making?" Al asked.

Arthur looked up and gave a small smile, "cupcakes, cakes take longer to bake," then Arthur stopped stirring, and grabbed a unused utensil and scooped up some batter and gave it Al, "want to try it?" he asked.

Al nodded, "sure, but I'm not really big on sweet things," then Al took the utensil in his mouth and pulled it out leaving the yummy batter in his mouth, when Al swallowed it, he gave a small smile, "it taste good,"

Arthur smiled and nodded, "I never really get to make cupcakes," Arthur confessed and looked at Al, "but I'm glad you like it,"

Al nodded and gave a smirk, then watched Arthur put the each cake batter in cupcake wrappers, and put the pan in the oven. Arthur stepped back and saw Al holding an egg timer and handing it to Arthur.

Arthur smiled slightly and took the timer and twisted it to the right time and placed it on the counter and cleaned the mess. Al pitched in too, it didn't take long just cleaning a few items, plus Arthur had been cleaning alone the way.

As the two were done the left the kitchen and saw the three other teenagers sitting in the living room moving some furniture so there was room for all of them. When everyone had set up their sleeping bags and got settled in. After awhile Yao and Al had settle on playing some video games while the other 3 had watched them. Arthur had got up when he heard the timer go off, and then brought the cupcakes in the living room to share them with his friends. When an hour had passed they started to watch a movie

Arthur began to dose of while sitting up, his head began to dip a little, but he quickly shot his head up.

"Tired already?" Arthur looked to his left and saw Ivan looking at him with a small smile.

"I suppose, today was a tiring day…" Arthur said in a quiet voice. Ivan nodded and looked forward.

"I liked the cupcakes…" Ivan said, and then he chuckled a little.

Arthur smiled, "how are your sisters doing?" he asked.

"Irina is doing fine, still not very emotional, Natalia is still sweet, nothing hasn't really changed over the years…" Ivan said.

Arthur nodded, and tucked his knees to his chest and placed his head on his knees and closed his eyes, as he started to drift again.

When the movie had finished the 4 teenagers yawned, Al turned off the television and walked to turn off some lights so it was dark enough to sleep, but light enough in case someone woke up and needed to get anything. Al walked back to his sleeping bag and then looked at Arthur noticing he was the first to pass out. He got in his blanket and went into a deep slumber.

As morning approached Francis was the first up, he got showered, dressed, didn't even bother brushing his hair, and went and cooked everyone a simple egg and bacon breakfast, but Francis knowing Al he made him 3 eggs and a couple of toast. As the others woke up and took turn taking a shower and putting on their uniforms and ate breakfast. Then walked out of the house with their backpacks and headed to school. As the school bells had rung signaling that the classes were to start soon, the group separated heading to their classes, while Al and Arthur were walking together, Arthur looked at Al confusingly.

"You're going the same way?" Arthur asked, as he glanced over to Al.

Al shrugged and continued to walk, then he stop, Arthur looked back and frowned a little noticing that Al was already at his appropriate class, "see you at lunch?" Al asked. Arthur nodded and smiled a little, things were finally turning around.

As Arthur was walking out of the locker room, since he actually did something physical in the class, so he had to take a shower and had to put on his cover up makeup when nobody was looking. Now he was walking towards the cafeteria and was standing by the entrance of it looking around the large room full of teenagers eating disgusting lunch food. He felt an unpleasant shiver go up his spin as he thought of kids eating the horrid food. He sighed looking around and then looked down, not seeing the people he had grown so close to. He was about to turn around then he had heard someone had called his name, Arthur turned around and saw a tanned hand waving in the air getting his attention, he gave a small smile and gave wave as he walked toward the table full of the familiar teens. As Arthur sat down at the table, Al was on his right and Yao on his left.

"Hello Arthur," Yao said with a smile.

Arthur smiled back, "hello," then sighed.

Al gave a little concern look to the Brit, "you alright?" Al asked. Arthur looked up and gave the tanned American a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry about it; I just came out of gym that's all,"

"Then you must be hungry, non?" Francis asked his one eyebrow raising.

Arthur looked down at the table, he was hungry, but he didn't have money and he won't eat that so called food, he looked back up and gave a small forced smile, "no, don't worry I'm fine, besides your breakfast filled me up, so I'm not that hungry," he heard Al scoff, he looked over and saw Al not looking at him, then Al turned back to him and had a sandwich in his hand and handed it to Arthur, Arthur looked down and blushed a little then looked at Al who had another sandwich in his hand and taking a bite out of it.

"Eat it so we can get out of here," Al said, and then looked slightly behind him, feeling that someone is being watching them, Al turned back and took a bite. Arthur took small bites and sighed knowing that there won't be any meat in it. When he and the group had finished they stood up and took their trash, then went outside.

A purple eyed Italian was watching the group with disgust, "I don't get it…" Feliciano sighed as he poked his homemade pizza. While his brother was next to him eating his pasta happily and next to him glum Spaniard known as Antonio, he had short black hair with parts of his bangs had been dyed white, tanned skin, gray eyes, wearing a white T-shirt, with a black opened vest over the shirt, and dark pants with leather boots. Lovino leaned onto the shoulder of the Spaniard; he looked at Lovino and gave a small grunt to the Italian.

Then the older Italian had looked away from his boyfriend and looked at Feliciano, "what don't you get brother," he asked.

"Why the fucking hell don't they split up?!" Feliciano whispered angrily while pointing at the group that had walked away. "I tried to get rid of that stupid Brit, but yet he still has the guts to go crawling back to that group," he said through his teeth.

Lovino looked at his brother worriedly, "what is with you about that group,"

Feliciano slammed his hands on the table as he stood from his seat. Then grabbed his trash and threw his trash away and walked away from the cafeteria. Kiku and Ludwig, who was the quiet the whole time, slowly stood and followed Feliciano.

Antonio had looked at his small boyfriend and rolled his eyes, "don't know why you hang out with the spoiled brat," he stated.

Lovino lightly hit Antonio on the chest, "quiet, he's not spoiled… he barely get's the attention, so I think he's just doing this for attention," Lovino had thought out loud.

Antonio just shrugged, "maybe he's jealous?" he asked.

Lovino looked at his boyfriend, "I don't know, he barely talks to me…" Lovino had sighed and laid his head on Antonio's shoulder, "why does he have to be so complicated?" he moaned.

Antonio nervously rubbed Lovino, obvious not use to an upset Lovino. When he calmed down they stood.

"Do you want to see Gilbert and maybe Francis if he is willingly to leave the group to hang with us," Antonio had asked.

Lovino sighed happily and nodded, "okay… let's hope none of your friends are in a depressing mood," Lovino had stated.

Antonio chuckled a bit, "yeah… but highly doubt they'll be happy," he said as his slung his arm around Lovino's shoulder, Lovino had smiled and leaned into the touch. Then they walked out of the cafeteria.

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	9. Chapter 9

**Chapter 9 **

Arthur was sitting on the grass and watching the others play with the soccer ball, Al was the only one having some difficulty since he only plays baseball, Arthur laughed as he saw Al attempting to kick the ball, but failed. Al sighed and kicked the ball hard out of frustration, almost hitting Arthur, Arthur moved with the ball almost hitting him. Al ran over and grabbed the ball before it rolled away then to Arthur.

"Arthur! Man I'm sorry, are you hurt?" he asked clearly concerned.

Arthur nodded, and then he stood up and took the ball from Al, "you really need self-control or you're never going to hit the ball properly," he stated, then he placed the ball down to his feet, "try hitting with the side of your feet, it gives more control that way," then he kicked the ball and passed it to Yao. Yao caught the ball with ball and passed it to Ivan, and then he passed it to a nearby person.

Al watched Arthur with his arms crossed, "since when were you an expert on soccer?" he said as he reached and gently flicked Arthur's nose.

Arthur touched his nose and glared at the teenage American, Arthur slowly let go of his glare and started to laugh, and then he sat down on the grass and looked up in the sky. Al sat next to Arthur and sighed as he looked at the sky also. Arthur looked at Al and felt a light blush coming to his cheeks; he looked away nervously and looked down at the grass. Al looked at the corner of his eye and smirked as he saw the action, but then it went down into a frown quickly.

"It's almost the end of the day…" Al sated, Arthur who nodded and gave a small hum in agreeing, "what are you doing after school?" Al asked.

Arthur thought for a second and frowned, "I should probably go to your house to collect my stuff and then go back to my home…" he said.

Al gave a worried look to the Brit, and sighed, "Yeah… I mean if that is what you want then you should do it," he said and looked at Arthur, and Arthur locked eyes with Al, "and if anything… anything happens, don't hesitate to call… or come to my house, my door is always open," Al said.

Arthur gave a nod and small smile, "of course I will," Arthur said and stood as the bell rang, "we should go," he stated.

Al nodded and walked next to Arthur, "yeah,"

They both walked to their classrooms and done their lessons and walked out when the final bell rang everyone walked out with their friends or went home to do homework. Arthur waited by the front gates for Al and the others. Arthur saw only Al come out, Arthur raised a brow.

As Al had come up to Arthur, Arthur opened his mouth, "where are the others?" Arthur asked.

Al sighed and laughed a little, "the idiots, Yao and Ivan, were being too loud and obnoxious, so they have to stay after school, Francis is with Lovino, Antonio, and Gilbert, and he said they were going to hang out at Gilberts house," Al had explained to the Brit.

Arthur nodded and sighed as he began to walk at Al's side. They made it to Al's house and had gone inside to collect his stuff; once everything was a counted for, Arthur had looked up at Al and smiled a little.

"Thank you for all the things you've done for me," Arthur said sheepishly, while have a light pink painting on his cheeks as he walked down the stairs and to the front door as he stepped out and turned and looked at Al.

Al smirked, "nah it's no problem, you needed it, I could tell," he stated and looked away when he felt his face get all hot.

Arthur shook his head at Al's action he walked in front of Al and hugged him, "I mean it,"

Al sighed and buried his head in Arthur's hair, "I am too,"

After sometime had passed they let go of each other and Arthur turned and walked toward his home, he sighed as he looked at the ground, for some time had passed Arthur made it to his house, he walked up the walk way and then he came up to the front door, he put the key in it and unlocked it and opened the door, noticing that his mother was not on the couch, he sighed.

"She must've gone to work…" he said quietly.

Arthur went upstairs and put up his items and walked back down to get himself something to eat, once that was done he walked into his room and closed the door sat on his bed and worked on his homework, when he finished he put his homework back into his backpack and took of his clothes, leaving on his boxers and wore a oversized white shirt and walked out to bathroom cleaned his face and brushed his teeth, he sighed as he walked out of the bathroom and back to his room and climbed on his bed and covered himself by his blanket, he sighed in content and snuggled into the pillow, and then fall into deep slumber.

Arthur had heard a loud slam, he gasped and sat straight up looking around, he looked at his door with wide fearful eyes, then he heard angry footsteps coming to his room, Arthur breathed heavily as the door slammed opened reveling his mother and horrifying expression she is now wearing. She stepped forward toward the small Brit.

"Where the bloody hell have you been, you piece of shit!" she yelled when she was now facing Arthur closely, having Arthur to close his eyes at smelling her alcoholic breath.

Arthur felt his eyes began to water, "a-at a friend's house…" he answered truthfully, unfortunately it wasn't good enough for his mother; she grabbed his shoulders and roughly threw him roughly on the floor; Arthur gasped as he hit the floor.

"This house not good for you?!" she sneered, "you don't love me, Don't you?"

Arthur shook his head having the tears slowly made their way down his cheeks, "no, I do love you… a-and the house is-"

"I don't want to hear it!" she screamed and stepped back and looked around and spotted a gym bag; she grabbed it and threw it at son, "go… I don't want to see your bloody face around this house no more you're nothing but a disgrace in my eyes," she spat, "be gone by morning or else!" then she slammed the door.

Arthur watched the door slam and flinching at the sound, he quickly looked around, he felt his eyes water even more and had the tear fell more freely down as he slowly took his clothing from the coat hangers and roughly shoved them into the bag as sobs had passed his lips, he used his arm to wipe are the tears angrily.

"There's nothing to cry about…" he mumbled and looked at the door carefully, "you'll get through this… maybe she'll forget about it, who am I kidding? She'll never, I'm just a sad excuse for a son… and a friend, maybe it'll be better if I am gone," he mumbled to himself.

He sighed and made up his mind, he got up and went to his wallet, he checked and smiled at the amount of money he'd been saving up for the past years, "that's enough money…" he mumbled and took the bag of his needed personal items, and then sneaked out of the house without a word.

He kept his down and mindlessly walking, until he hit a wall, but it wasn't a wall it was a door, he looked around curiously and knocked on the door, cautiously stepped back in case he needed to run, Arthur gasped as the door open.

"What? It's like 1 in the morning and I'm trying to-" Al was cut off by the sight of Arthur, red eyes, tear stained cheeks, red face, "what happen?" he asked.

Arthur stood wide eyed and hiccupped and after that there was more and soon he was sobbing, Al grabbed the bag and pulled Arthur gently inside the house, he set the bag in his room while Arthur was calming himself in the living room, he sighed and turned to his door and walked back to the living room, 'what happened when I was gone?'

Al sat next to Arthur and looked at him worriedly, "hey did… did anything happen?" Al asked.

Arthur looked up from his hands to look at Al then back to his hands, "am… am I a disgrace?" he asked feeling tears coming again.

Al was taken back and sighed, "No," he stated, and wrapped his arms around Arthur's shoulders and pulled him close to his side, 'should I?' he asked himself. He took a deep breath and looked at Arthur he grabbed the Brits shoulders and turned their bodies so they were facing each other, "you're not…" he started off, "You are the most kindest person I've ever met in my whole life… you'll always smile brighten my day," he took a steady breath, "that's why you're not a disgrace, so don't ever think that way again," Arthur looked at Al with disbelief. "Arthur," Al started slowly.

"Alfred?" Arthur said slowly using the American's real name, with a blush hinting at his cheek making his freckles more visible on his cheeks.

Al blush a little and looked to the cushions of the sofa, then looked back up to the broken Brit, "I…" he started off, "I… I think we need to call the cops, or some kind of service that'll help you," he stated, "you're getting abused and it's not healthy, you need help! And I can't stand seeing you put a show for nothing… I…" Al's eyes widened, 'what was I going to say,' he asked himself, "I care for you…" Al whispered.

Arthur stared in astonishment, seeing such a strong person break down so easily because of him, he bit his lip nervously, "do you think… I could stay here one more night?" he asked.

Al smiled and nodded and hugged the small form, "you're always welcome here, understand?" he stated.

Arthur smiled and wrapped his around Al, "yes," he answered.

Al let go of Arthur, "want to watch a movie before we go to bed?" he asked.

Arthur nodded, he did need something uplifting, "okay," he whispered.

Al got up walked to the DVD case and opened it as he looked through the movies he had, he decided on Mall Cop since it was a kind of a comedy and Arthur need to be cheered up. He put in the DVD and walked to the remotes and got the DVD player remote and the TV remote and turned on the TV and played the movie as it was menu.

As the movie finished Al put the DVD back into the case and put the remotes back where they belong, he looked behind him and saw Arthur sleeping soundly; he smiled and picked up the Brit carefully so he wouldn't wake him up. He went up the stairs to his room and placed him on the bed; Arthur stirred slowly and opened his eyes slowly.

"Al?" he asked slowly.

Al looked at Arthur, "oh hey, it's time to go to sleep, since it's almost 2:30 a.m. we need our sleep for school," he said.

Arthur nodded and pulled of his clothes, then he had a change of clothes thrust into his hands Arthur looked up and saw Al smiled, "don't worry I had made up the clothes so we can wash the ones you brought tomorrow," Arthur blushed and looked down and put on the shirt, and left the pants since he didn't want to do anything else just sleep, he saw Al in just shorts and no shirt. Arthur blushed and looked away.

Al just chuckled and crawled on the bed and lay down, "you coming?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

Arthur smiled and nodded as he crawled and lay down next Al and place his head on his chest as if it was the place he fully belonged. "Goodnight," Arthur said sleepily.

"Night," Al said and draped his arm around Arthur's waist and fell asleep.

_**Sorry this is such, such a late update… **_

_**I feel awful…**_

_**Anyways I finally updated it…**_

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	10. Chapter 10

**Chapter 10**

Arthur woke up to a door opening he shot up and looked around, then saw Al standing at the doorway. Arthur gave a few slow blinks processing on what it going on. Then he tilted his head a bit.

"Where am I?" Arthur asked slowly rubbing his eyes.

"You're at my house and in my bed," Al said walking up to Arthur with a small bowl of Cheerios; Al gave him the Cheerios and sat on the edge of the bed looking at Arthur. Arthur looked around and spotted his glasses on the nightstand; he picked them up and put them back where they belong on his face.

"Huh?" Arthur said confusingly, he doesn't remember anything after his mother came home last night; everything was such a blur for him. "What… exactly happened?"

Al breathed, "to be honest… I don't know…" he explained, "I just assumed it was… your mom because you came here at crying at 1 o'clock in the morning, I thought she done something horrible to you," Al turned away from Arthur unable to control his anger, "did she do anything,"

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows and gave it a hard thought, "I… I don't remember," Arthur said quietly.

Al sighed quietly and stood up and turned to Arthur, "come on we have only half an hour for you to get ready," Al said as Arthur gave him to bowl, Al took it and walked out the room, "I found your uniform in your bag, it's on my dresser," Al called behind him and walked to the kitchen. As Al went in he found Matt sitting on one of the chairs in the kitchen, Al gave a confused look and walked to the sink.

"I thought you were with grandma and granddad hunting poachers for a week, it's only been three days," Al said and turned slightly to look at Matt.

Matt gave a bored look under his sunglasses, "don't know I just wanted to come back home, plus the old man is sick so grandma got me a airplane ticket home and called mom and dad that I will be at home so no need to pick me up when the get back to the airport.

Al nodded, then Arthur came down all clean wearing his uniform, then he spotted Matt on the chair, Arthur felt his cheeks heat up a little from embarrassment, "sorry if I woke you last night…" Arthur apologized.

Matt rose his eyebrows and looked at Al with a cheeky grin, "you didn't wake me, I wasn't even here till now… and what does he mean by waken me up last night Al?" Matt said with a smirk.

Al rubbed his forehead and gave a dramatic sigh, he looked at Arthur then Matt, then he saw Arthur nod his head telling him to go ahead and tell his brother, what had happened.

"Arthur came here crying last night," Al said, Al saw Matt's smirk fading and looked at Arthur. "I don't know what had happen to him, he would give me a direct answer, he just kept asking me things that weren't true about him and he can't remember what happened last night." Al breathed.

Matt gave a thought, "I don't know man…" Matt sighed and got up and walked to his room, "wait for me let me get dress real fast," he called and went in and came out a few minutes later and walked to the door and put on his shoes and went out and saw Arthur and Al on sitting on the small stoop. They duo stood and walked down the steps and started to walk to school, Arthur smiled as he saw the school, but it slowly turned into a frown as he saw Feliciano there with a menacing look and staring at Arthur with a glare that can burn a hole through him, Arthur quickly looked away, then he slowly looked up at Al and Al looked down and gave a half smile and half smirk. Arthur suppressed a laugh and shook his head and looked at Al.

"Don't smile like that," Arthur whispered.

Al gave a confused look, "why?" he asked.

"Because you looked ridiculous when you smile like that, it doesn't suit you," Arthur explained.

Arthur had walked a little faster to get to his locker, Al followed, a lot of people were staring at him and Arthur since they had been hanging out more now. Al rested on the cold lockers as he waited for Arthur to get finished putting stuff in his backpack. Arthur closed his locker and put the over his shoulders and walked with Al to his first class. As the classes went by Arthur couldn't even pay attention, his mind was always on the tanned American, Arthur would sometimes slam his head on the desk trying to get rid of the thoughts, but the teachers would always question if he was alright or does he want to go home, Arthur quickly answered that he was fine.

As lunch hit Arthur quickly went to the bathroom, since gym was outside and the teacher won't let anyone inside because many kids tried to ditch this class. So he went in the bathroom by the cafeteria. He had breathed in relief as he was doing his business and he had zipped up his pants and walked to the sink to wash his hands. Then he heard the bathroom door open and he turned his head slightly to get a glance at the person who just entered, his eyes widened as he was Feliciano came in with a evil smirk on his face, with his purple eyes on Arthur.

"So you didn't take my threat seriously, hm?" Feliciano asked in a dark voice.

Arthur looked around trying to find a way out of the bathroom, but nothing, Feliciano had smirked.

"Aaah~ you want to leave, hm," he said playfully. As Feliciano had stepped forward, Arthur stepped back until he hit the wall, then he was Feliciano running at him in full speed, with his fist ready to punch him. Arthur quickly ducked and as Feliciano had thrown the punch he hit the wall he hissed quietly and shook it and looked behind him seeing Arthur grabbing his backpack and ran out of the bathroom in pure terror.

Arthur speed walk to the table where his friends and sat down between Matt and Al. Matt looked at Arthur and gave a curious face, "what up Arthur," Matt poked his cheek, "you look like you saw a ghost," Matt chuckled.

Arthur looked at Matt, "it felt like it," he mumbled and pulled out his lunch that Al had made for him when he was asleep. Al pulled out his lunch just plain noodles and some juice. Matt and the others got the school lunch. They had ate in silence and when they were done they had sat down and talked that is until Al pulled the sleeve of Arthur's shirt, Arthur gave a curious glance then Al went forward to whisper in Arthur's ear.

"Can we talk alone?" he asked and pulled back.

Arthur slowly nodded and got up and put his backpack over his shoulders and followed Al.

"We'll catch up later!" Al called back, and then walked outside to a secluded area. Al stopped and went and sat on the small brick wall, Arthur placed down his backpack and copied what Al had done, as a comfortable silence had passed Arthur breathed.

"So… what do you want to talk about?" Arthur asked and looked at Al slightly.

Al looked Arthur, "we need to talk… because… to be honest, I can't have you crying or being all depressed when me or the others aren't around, and I know that women was the cause of it," Al said.

Arthur sighed and rubbed his arms and looked down to his dangling feet, "it didn't start with my mother… it was Feliciano that made me… like this… in 6th grade…"

"The day you got beat up…" Al placed a his hand on Arthur's cheek, Arthur looked up shyly, "I'm so sorry… we thought you went coming and you went home… if we checked the school we would've gotten to you before this… everything had happened and you wouldn't be all alone for such a long time,"

Arthur grabbed Al's hand that was on his cheek and gave it a light squeeze, "to be honest I think that this was the best because…" Arthur blush a little, "even though I was be sad, it made me think how much more I appreciate friendship and… I'm glad I get a second chance…"

Al shook his head a chuckled with a huge grin, "you just made no sense,"

Arthur pouted, but Al quickly talked, "but I know where you're going at though," Al winked and it suddenly it went quiet, Arthur still had a hold of the Americans, Arthur looked down and pulled away, but Al quickly grabbed his hand. Arthur looked at Al with confused look. Then Al had gone forward, Arthur's eyes widened as Al had given him a hug. Arthur eyes closed slowly and he wrapped his arms around Al's neck to get as much contact as possible. Al pulled away, and coughs awkwardly. Arthur looked down and had a small smile on his face. Al noticed and gave smirk and ruffled the Brit's hair and jumped off the wall and turned to see Arthur jumped off, but not as gracefully as Al had done and grabbed his bag and followed Al inside the school.

As they entered the school the bell rang and Arthur and Al had went to Al's locker to get his backpack, as they walked away from Al's locker they were walking to their next class then Arthur thought of something.

"Al…" Arthur said.

"Yeah?" Al asked as he looked down at Arthur.

"Can we talk about something after school privately…" he said, Arthur needed to tell someone.

Al gave a concerned look, "sure" then they came up to Arthur's class, Al and Arthur said see you later and walked apart.

As the last bell rang they had walked out of their class room and went to their lockers to grab any necessary materials to work with for homework. As Arthur exited the building he waited for Al to come out, when he saw Al he was about called out, but a hand was put over mouth and was pulled away. When the people let him go he was at the back of the school, he looked over to see Feliciano.

"Don't think you can run from me," he said with an evil grin.

Arthur took a step back as he hit the wall he looked around and noticed that two of Feliciano' puppets were standing blocking him off.

"No running, I'm going to end you Kirkland," Feliciano said in a dark voice, "I'm going to make sure that no one will hear you."

Al waited then he realized that this seemed like deja vu, he pulled out his phone and notice that it's been five minutes since he started waiting and Arthur is usually waiting out here for him since the start of this week and Arthur was going to tell him something, then Al's eyes widened. He sprinted down around the school he pulled out his phone and he called Matt.

As Matt answered, he was at home playing some video game he paused it. "y'ello," he answered.

Al panted, "Matt I might need back up,"

Matt sat up a little, "what? What do you mean by back up?"

"Just hurry back to the school, get the others too while you're at," Al yelled and hanged up and shoved the phone back into his pocket and he had ran across campus until he saw a similar figure.

He stopped and shouted, "Hey Ludwig!"

The large figure turned and stared at Al, "what the hell are you doing here?!" He yelled.

The German just started at the American, and turned back then Al heard a laugh, an evil laugh. It actually send shivers down his spin. He quietly moved to see Arthur back against the wall with Feliciano with a small pocket knife. Al stared at them wide eyed then he think fast throwing a strong punch towards Ludwig, before he could make contact, a gloved hand grabbed Al, Al looked to his side and saw Honda there, with his usual dull red eyes, now taking life.

Al saw Honda quickly took a strong stick that could be used for a weapon and swung it at Al like a sword, Al dodged it and kicked Honda in the stomach, Honda let go of Al's arm and backed up a few steps. Feliciano turned to look at all the commotion and saw Al standing breathing looking at Honda with Ludwig ready to punch the American.

"Ludwig," Feliciano said coolly, the German looked towards the Italian, "leave the Jersey boy alone and let Honda have fun this'll be entertaining," he said with an amused smirk.

Arthur stared wide eyed at Al, "Al go!" Arthur yelled and he was suddenly having his mouth covered by a hand.

"Sshh, pet, be quiet and let's see how long Jones will live," he said, Arthur.

Al dodged all of Honda's attacks not as gracefully, but he knew if he got hit it would be the end of him, he moved back as the stick was only a few centimeters away from his face. Al had tripped on a big crack on the ground and fell as he had looked up and saw Honda about to strike, Al rolled and Honda barely missed him. Al breathed, as he saw the stick coming towards him he had looked as saw something coming out of the corner of his eye. As the stick was about to hit him a hand stopped it Honda looked at the hand and came up to very angry Yao, Honda looked at Yao as he pulled the stick.

Yao cracked his knuckles, "oh you would not believe how long I wanted to beat something up," Al saw Yao launched forward gracefully dodged the stick as he slide on the concrete and kicked Honda's legs and wrapped his legs around them and knocked Honda off his feet and fell to the ground knocking the stick of out his hand, Yao sitting firmly on his back and pinning him with his arms restraint Yao kicked the stick with his feet and it slid towards Al. Al quickly grabbed it and stood, Ludwig was coming at Al. Al got ready and swung the stick like a baseball bat, and hit Ludwig square in the face. Ludwig took a couple of steps back and looked down as tried to focus, but then he felt another strong whack on the head, not strong enough to kill him, but enough to knock him out. Ludwig had fell on the ground with a loud thug, Feliciano had clicked his town as Al was walking towards him with a silent deadly glare.

Feliciano had turned and let go of Arthur, Arthur ran toward Al and looked back at Feliciano as he was about to make an escape, but he was cut off, by Francis and Ivan. Feliciano had pulled out his knife.

"Get back!" Feliciano had yelled, "I'll cut both of you!"

Francis went for his pocket, "I don't think so," he said coolly. Then he pulled out a small pistol.

Ivan, Yao, Arthur, and Al were surprised at what the Frenchman has in his hand.

"What the hell are you doing with that thing?!" Al hissed

Francis gave a confused look, "what this is mine, I also have a registration for it," he pulled a card out proving his point. "Plus I use for self defense so this is a good reason,"

Al sighed, but saw Feliciano dropped the knife and put his hand up, Francis walks up to the Italian and put the gun back where it belongs and kicked the knife back to Ivan who picked it up. Arthur stared Al with wide eyes, Al dropped the stick and breathed, and turned and grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled Arthur with him, and nodded his head to just leave the three. Then he stopped and turned to look at Feliciano.

"If I ever see you trying something like that again, I might use you as my personal punching bag," Al glared hard at the Italian. Then they saw Lovino ran past them with Antonio following behind him, and Matt came into view.

"Sorry I was late, I didn't know where you were and I saw Lovino and he asked what was going on then we heard Feliciano…" he took breathed and put his hands on his knees, "my god…" then they heard some ranting from a Italian.

"I told to just leave it, but no you had to go and do something stupid," with that the blonde Italian slapped him upside the head. "Never do that again!" he finished.

Antonio was helping with Ludwig and turned to see his boyfriend, ranting on with brother, he gave a small smile, now loving the usual Italian happy, but now with a angry expression.

Arthur turned back and walked forward towards the gates of the school; Al caught up and looked at Arthur with a smirk. Arthur smiled and gave a shock look as he felt something in his hand he looked down and saw Al's hand intertwined with his, Arthur looked up to Al's face with his face heated. Al gave a low chuckle at Arthur's face heating up. Al walked and pulled Arthur a little.

Yao sighed and looked at them and called out, "About time!" he yelled.

Arthur looked back and saw his other friend giving him thumbs up and looked back and Al with his face heated and sighed in content, and they started walking mindlessly around town and they stopped at their old elementary school. Arthur sighed.

Al looked down and laid his head on Arthur's head, "so…"

Arthur leaned into Al, "I think I like this…" Arthur said slowly and looked at Al with careful blue eyes.

Al nodded, "you won't believe how long I've wanted to do this," he said in a quiet voice. Arthur hummed then pulled away.

"Yeah… I think I have too…" Arthur whispered, and then he brightened up, "let's go to the ice cream parlor,"

Al chuckled, "sure," he said and started to walk, "I think things are starting to look up now,"

"Yeah…" Arthur replied, but only bit his lip for a few seconds, but of course right now.

It's only the beginning.

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