Arthur hated planes. Almost as much as he hated alcohol. But for their moment he had decided he hated planes. After all what could be worse than being dragged away from your home to another country. Maybe he was being a tad dramatic. He wasn't entirely unwilling to go. Alfred was his brother after all. Sometimes he just wished he knew what he was getting into with these things. He looked out the window and sighed. As if an answer to his problems would be floating about in the clouds but alas the sky was clear and so, unfortunately, was his head. He was tempted to check his phone but decided against it. God forbid he cause the plane to crash in the middle of the ocean. He glanced over at the person sitting next to him. The normally bubbly and much too enthusiastic about anything blonde he knew as Alfred was fast asleep. He had some sort of neck pillow wrapped around himself and had his head at the most peculiar angle. Arthur rolled his eyes and went back to a staring out the window. He already missed his college's community. Alfred refused to believe but Arthur actually left behind friends to help him. Maybe America wouldn't be so bad. After all Alfred has said that they were living in a fairly small town. Though judging by his brother's definition of small he wouldn't have been surprised if it was a city somewhere in New York. He took a deep breath as they began their descent. He could at least make the best of it.

"You only have one suitcase?" Alfred raised an eyebrow at Arthur to which Arthur sighed -yet again-

"I only need one. I don't have many things." Alfred had already moved on though

"Dude your gonna love Winters. They've got an antique shop and everything" Arthur rolled his eyes and crossed his arms

"So are we walking or do you have a car?" He looked around for some kind of beat up jeep wrangler and found he was being dragged in a different direction.

"Dude, what are you looking for?" Alfred dug his keys out of his pocket and walked over to a bright red camaro. It had a wide stripe of white on the sides and five white star decals on the front with a 'The Hero's Car' custom made bumper sticker on the back. Arthur's eye twitched.

"I'd drive your car but it's a little... British" he rolled his eyes

"You said as you unlock a car Uncle Sam would call too patriotic.'" Alfred just laughed and shoved him in back

"Get comfortable we have to take a lot of bumpy road!" Arthur was hardly able to close the door before Alfred hit the gas and they went flying into traffic.

It felt like forever before Alfred finally hit the breaks.

"here we are!" Alfred declared and jumped out of the vehicle. Arthur peeled himself off his seat and stepped carefully out of his brother's car. It wasn't too big a town but he was more than fairly surprised when he saw Alfred's house.

"Why do you need such a big house." Alfred ran a hand through his hair

"Well the real estate agent kinda tricked me. I live her with two other… Guys…" Arthur looked over at him

"You live in the same house but don't even know them?" Alfred laughed awkwardly

"Well Toris is definitely a dude. Its his friend I'm not so sure about. I think their polish?" Arthur honestly couldn't decide how he felt about that. America snapped

"Feliks! That's it." Arthur took a deep breath. Maybe it wasn't too late to run and find something he could afford on his own. He took a small step back only to be dragged into the house by the collar of his jacket.

"Toris! Feliks!" We're back!" Alfred called and an unassuming brunette peered out of the kitchen.

"Feliks isn't here right now. I was making coffee if you guys would be interested." Arthur shook his head but America nodded and gave Toris a thumbs up.

"You know how I take it." And with that pushed Arthur into the garage.

"Just a warning. Don't touch the car on the far left. Feliks and Toris share that one so they'll freak out of anything is out of place." Alfred pulled him back inside and up the stairs to a room all the way down the hall. He pushed Arthur inside and smiled

"This is your room. Get situated and then we've gotta get goin." her slammed the door and Arthur dropped his bag on the floor. It was finally quiet. He looked around. It was a fairly nice room. Perfect for its new inhabitant anyways. There was a bed and a bedside lamp for late night reading. There was a hardwood desk situated in front if the window for natural light and a bookshelf in the far corner of the room. He walk over and ran his hand along the spines of the few books he'd left with Alfred when he'd been kicked out of the old house. They were classics. He wouldn't have read anything less. Moby Dick and Great expectations. Poetry and Fiction sorted out in the exact same order they had been before. He smiled a bit. Maybe this wouldn't be so terrible. After all his little brother couldn't have changed that much.

"A Coffee shop called Tea Time?" Arthur raised an eyebrow and Alfred laughed

"Awesome right?" He dragged Arthur out of the car and inside. A happy blonde fellow waved them over to a glass counter.

"Hello . Who's this?" Alfred smiled at him

"Hey Tino. This is my big bro. He just moved in with me and he's looking for a job." Tino smiled

"Can he make coffee?" Alfred laughed much to Arthur's annoyance.

"Oh you're being serious…" Alfred shook his head

"Arthur's not allowed in kitchens anymore." Tino thought for a moment.

"I guess we are short a cashier. Would you be interested in that Mr..?" Arthur checked his watch

"Kirkland and if that's all you have." He smiled

"That's great you can start tomorrow," Arthur was confused for a moment.

"Don't you want me to fill out an application or give you my résumé perhaps?" Tino shook his head

"That's fine. You need a job real quick right?" Arthur nodded,

"Well, now you can get settled at home and not have to worry about finding a job afterwards." Arthur glanced back down at his watch

"I suppose. Thank you." Tino nodded

"No problem. See you tomorrow." he waved and Alfred pulled Arthur out of the shop.

"That went well. You wanna go get a drink?" Arthur shook his head.

"I've got a lot to do. But thank you." Okay so maybe Arthur didn't hate alcohol per se, he just knew it wouldn't be good for his reputation if he drank too much. And with him too much… didn't take much. He walked with his brother back down the street and Alfred started talking about the various residents in the town. From the sound of it there was someone from every country here. Tino was Finnish and his partner was a Swedish man named Berwald. Alfred's roommates, and Arthur's too he supposed, Toris and Feliks were together and had been since about two years ago. Then there was America's friends. There was a danish fellow named Matthias, a Canadian named Matthew, and an albino who swore to high heaven that he was Prussian. And that was just the ones Alfred could remember.