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Arthur Kirkland sighed, looking out his window. It was the first day of school, and he was anything but excited. He watched the rain fall for a bit longer before turning back to his small bedroom. After glancing at his clock, Arthur hurriedly pulled on whatever clean clothes he could find and tried to make sense of his messy blonde hair.
Two of his older brothers were arguing quietly in the kitchen, something about who got the car on the weekend. Grabbing his school books and shoving them in his bag, Arthur proceeded to sling the bag over his shoulder and opened his bedroom door, immediately hearing the end of the argument.
"Fuck you" Dylan hissed, storming into his bedroom. Well, that means Allistair won that one.
"Fuck you too!" The redhead called from down the hall. Unfortunately, Arthur had to walk through their shabby kitchen to leave the house, which meant that, unpleasant as it was, he would have to see Allistair.
Arthur and Allistair didn't talk to each other very much these days, leaving Arthur to believe that the older didn't really care what he did. And he usually didn't. After the death of their parents, all the younger siblings- Arthur, Dylan, Carlin, and Peter- were left in Allistair's care. Despite that, Allistair managed to find a place that housed everyone. But that was the most he ever did, no more. Allistair just didn't care. Arthur would come home on the verge of a mental breakdown, or drunk off his ass, or in many other states of being, and Allistair just let him walk by. Sighing, Arthur decided 'screw it', and he walked quietly down the hall and pushed through the kitchen door, trying to walk past Allistair without striking up a conversation, but he knew he wasn't that lucky. "
What? No good morning for me?" Allistair said, faking hurt. He stood up and put a hand on Arthur's shoulder.
Very reluctantly, Arthur replied "Morning. I gotta go, I'm going to be late." he told the Scotsman, continuing to walk through the kitchen, ducking through the door before Allistair could say anything. The rain had gotten heavier in the time it took him to get outside, and Arthur knew that he would probably be soaked by the time he got to school. Putting his head down, he began to walk. Another downside to his life was where he lived, it took a little over half an hour to get to school walking. Knowing he would be late, Arthur just slowed his pace and enjoyed the rain. To be honest, the brit loved when the weather was like this, though he wasn't sure why. It was peaceful, in a strange sort of way. Arthur let a soft smile work it's way onto his face, and he continued to walk, only stopping when his phone beeped and brought him out of his stupor.
From: Alfred
To: Arthur
Dude, where r u?
Arthur sighed, wondering why the git couldn't use proper english for one. He wiped a few drops of rain from the screen before replying.
To: Alfred
From: Arthur
I'm late. And your English is atrocious.
Running a hand through his- now very wet- hair, Arthur sighed. He wasn't looking forward to today. Hearing his phone beep a few more times, Arthur promptly shut it off, enjoying the silence that now filled the air. He pulled a schedule from his pocket that had been mailed so that he would have it on the first day, looking down at it and sighing. His first class was history, and he was stuck in the same class he had last year.
The school soon came into sight, and Arthur looked up, suddenly remembering how large it really was. Looking forward once more, Arthur strolled into the school, finding the halls nearly empty. After glancing at the secretary, Arthur found his class and sat down. He dropped his school bag under the desk, since he was fairly late, and didn't want to waste more time.
Apparently, he had none of his Friends in History, much to his surprise. Alfred, Kiku, and Matthew had some other class, apparently. or none of them were present that day. But in the end, Arthur didn't really care, he just stared out the window and watched it rain, surprised that the teacher said nothing about him being late. getting bored, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through the texts Alfred had sent him, and found one apology from Kiku, who apparently had been sick, and actually was supposed to be in the class.
After fifteen minutes, which had felt like a lot longer, the end-of-class bell rang and everyone got up. Arthur stood up as well, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking out into the hall. Pulling out his schedule, Arthur found he had math next, muttered "Fuck it", and promptly decided he would leave.
No one noticed him slip out of the front door and into the rain, heading for home.
Once the blonde was standing in front of his house, he realized something. Allistair had skipped work. Dammit. Silently, Arthur hoped that he was asleep or something, because though Allistair was fairly careless, he would still question why Arthur was home. Sighing, Arthur opened the door quietly, and started stealthily walking to his room, which was actually working and- then his phone went off. Apparently, Arthur had forgotten to turn it back off when he had read Alfred's messages in class.
Allistair turned to look at Arthur, who was internally face palming. Quickly answering his phone, Arthur found that it was Alfred.
"What do you want?" He hissed, still standing in the doorway with his brother watching him.
"You aren't heeeere. Why? You're supposed to be in my Math class" Alfred whined, almost yelling and causing Arthur to pull the phone away from his ear.
"You bloody git! Quit whining. Where are you anyways, can't be inside if you're making that much noise" Arthur replied, lowering his voice.
"I'm outside. See, I'm standing out in the rain, just for you. But quit avoiding my questions, why am I Iggy-less today?"
"Because you are. I'll come over later. Just- I gotta go" Arthur cut himself off as Allistair came and leaned against the wall.
Arthur hung up before the American could say anything in response. he looked up at the man leaning against the wall "yes?"
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Don't ask me how the whole family have cell phones, because I don't know. Anyways, onto the real A/N... THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! I'm serious, I'm gonna fuckin' hug you right now for reading. C'mere, lemme hug you. I really hope Stephen King reads this, then I can hug him. That would be awesome! Or John Green. But just imagine Stephen King being a Hetalia fan, and he's behind some of the really disturbing fanfics. Are you imagining Stephen King in Seychelles cosplay? No? Well you should be. Google a picture of Stephen King, imagine him in Seychelles cosplay, and then come back and tell me to get help. Jesus christ, what happened to the above note? I honestly don't know anymore. Goddammit.