Chapter 1
Arthur Kirkland never really did feel as if he belonged in his family and his brothers were sure to remind him of that at any possible time that they got; even going as far to change the ringtone on his phone and lock it so that he could never change it again. And wait for every moment that Arthur seemed happy to send him a text or call him so that 'He is not one of us' from the lion king would play.
Arthur got in trouble at school constantly thanks to his brothers always teasing him about how he was different from the rest of their family. But all the trouble was not entirely their fault there were times when it was Arthurs doing; he would just take out his built up anger and hatred of his brothers on anyone that would so much as look at him.
After his sixteenth birthday Arthur had finally had enough of his so called family as he was calling them.
Late one night, he emptied out his school rucksack, packed as many clothes and necessities as he could; he even took money from his "brothers" wallets and left the house that he grew up in for the last time.
"If I don't belong here then I won't stay here anymore. I'll find where I do belong myself."
Arthur made his way to the bus station where he knew that holiday coaches always lined up first thing in the morning. He got himself a ticket for the first one that was bound somewhere on mainland Europe.
His next destination Berlin, Germany.
Germany hadn't been to bad a place to start.
The hostel that he stayed in wasn't the best. But in order to have money for food it would have to do.
He was able to find himself a small part time job as a waiter a little Italian restaurant.
The owner Feliciano Vargas knew what it felt like to be away from home and gave Arthur a job to help him out. Although his brother Lovino wasn't too happy about it; although he just didn't like being dragged to Germany by his brother who had fallen head over heels for a German by the name of Ludwig.
Arthur had seen Feliciano and Ludwig together and could see that they were happy together. But he was envious that Feliciano had found the place that he belongs, and he still didn't feel like he did.
So Arthur started to think about where to head to next.
After being in Germany for seven months Arthur made his way all across Europe and most of Asia.
He had met lots of new people a long his journey. In Romania he met Vlad a rather eccentric lad with a strange preference for the night. In Norway he met Lukas and Matthias. Lukas was a native of Norway, he was quite reserved, Matthias on the other hand seemed like the complete opposite of Lukas; he was from Denmark and was very loud and over bearing in his nature. Whilst in a short stay in Russia he met a very creepy Russian by the name of Ivan and Yao a merchant from China who was living with the oh so creepy Ivan; which confused Arthur but decided not to stay long enough to find out anymore. Whilst in Spain he worked in a small coffee shop with a little too happy for himself Spaniard by the name of Antonio. Arthur also had the pleasure of running into Lovino again and for some reason had left his brother in Germany for the Spaniard.
With it being five years exactly to the day that he first left his so called home, Arthur found himself in Paris, France.
As Arthur went about his daily life in France he couldn't help but get the feeling that he had a shadow following him everywhere he went.
"There it is again. Bloody hell this is getting annoying."
Arthur had tried to report his stalker to the police, but not being able to speak French and the police not really being able to understand English it just ended up as a waist to time.
So when Arthur found his stalker following him, he did his best to lose him in the streets in any attempts to lose him.
It was to no avail though his stalker knew the streets of Paris better than him. To be fair though Arthur had only been there a few months at most.
One day he found himself without a stalker
"Oh thank bloody hell. Fucking git must have gotten tired of me at last."
After finally being without said stalker Arthur felt like he could finally go and get pissed like he wanted to do for quite some time but didn't dare risk his stalker carrying or dragging his alcohol unconscious body away and do whatever he wants to him.
Although the thought did occur to him that it might be someone sent from his long forgotten family, but he quickly dismissed that idea.
"Those bastards don't care about me to do something like that."
Arthur went into the nearest bar he could find to get absolutely totally plastered
The next morning Arthur woke up in a strange room he had never seen before. To his surprise he was absolutely butt naked and for some reason his ass hurt like there was no tomorrow.
"Where the bloody hell am I? What the fuck happened last night?"
Arthur looked around and found someone sleeping next to him. He obviously guessed that the person next to him was the owner of the room he was in.
Arthur was annoyed because he couldn't remember a thing from the previous night.
"Bonjour mon cher. How are you this fine morning?"
Arthur looked at the person next to him with an annoyed look on his face.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Oh you don't remember. Oh mon cher you hurt me. Don't you remember?"
Arthur still had the look of confusion on his face
"Oh mon petite lapin you don't remember. My name is Francis and I've been watching you from a far."
"What your my bloody stalker?"
"And you came right it the bar where I work in, I was so happy. And then you got how do you English put, plastered? Oui plastered. And when my shift ended I brought you home and well I'm sure that you can figure out the rest from the situation that we are in right mon cher."
Arthur was absolutely pissed off at the French man next to him. He didn't care who he was or how he got to be here, but this fucking frog had pissed him off to the point that he wanted to kill him.
"So now we can live together as a happy little couple oui?"
"Like bloody hell."
WHACK
Arthur beats the living daylights out of this Francis person.
Arthur then decides "Fuck France. Fuck this country I'm getting out of here."
He went back to his hostel and packed up his stuff and headed to the airport.
And then he got his ticket bound for America.
A/N: don't go thinking that's the end of Francis now.
this chapter is kind of a backstory especially in the beginning with lots of character intros.
hope you enjoyed the first chapter. oh and don't going stalking people, speaking from experience it's really creeping
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till next time gxgirl-93 out
