Arthur moved quickly through the busy streets with determination. He had to jump on the opportunity quickly before it slipped away from his reach. Finding a job in today's economy was hard to come by, and people were ready to seize the opportunity at any given moment. After cooking breakfast for himself and his younger brother, Peter (in which the ungrateful little twit chucked it back at him, and claimed that his cooking was most vile substance that he had ever swallowed), he looked through the morning paper and found himself a job. He dropped Peter off next door, where his lovely neighbors, the Oxenstierna- Väinämöinen, lived. Berwald and Tino were glad to take Peter to school and babysit him on the nights when Arthur was working at his other job. After dropping Peter off, Arthur went to school himself.

And now here he was, afterschool, pushing through the crowd, racing to his desired location, hoping and praying he wasn't too late. Arthur's lips twitched upward, when he finally came across the address he was looking for.

7913 Pendragon Road.

Grandpa Roma's Pizzeria.

Arthur wouldn't normally subject himself to working in the food industry, but he really needed this job. Beggar couldn't be choosers.

Arthur's mother had an infidelity outside of her marriage after her first three children, which resulted in her first husband (an Irish man) walking out on her, and her oldest three children resenting her. Arthur's father moved in upon the news of Arthur being conceived. Arthur was born, and seven years later Peter was born, before their father walked out on them for reasons that will only be known to his mother. Arthur's eldest siblings moved as far away as they could as soon as they could, leaving their poor and rather sickly mother behind. When Arthur turned fourteen, Marlena (Arthur's mother) found herself no longer able to care for her children due to her illness and poverty status. After much begging for her side, Arthur and Peter were flown over to America to live with their oldest, alcoholic of a brother, Seamus. After much complications and conflicts, it was concluded that Arthur and Seamus would never be able to live under the same roof. Arthur was kicked out with little Peter tagging along.

It was Berwald who found them, on the street. They were taken in by Berwald and his so-called 'wife'. Being the stubborn English teen he was, the boy set out for work to pay back the said family (they ended up refusing the money Arthur presented to them), and to find a home for Peter and himself. He later found work under the terrifying Ivan Braginsky, which is a back story all on its own.

It wasn't a career choice Arthur was proud of, or would recommend. At the age sixteen, Arthur had no choice. He couldn't return to England. His brother's home was not an option. If he went to foster care, they would most likely separate Peter and him. As much as Tino and Berwald appeared not to be bothered by Arthur's and Peter's presence, Arthur's English pride wouldn't let him live dependently off others. No option.

The Russian offer was too good. The wages were enough to pay the bill, and buy the things Peter and he needed from month to month. He even rented out the apartment that Arthur lived in, close to the friends that Arthur had grown to appreciate. He allowed Arthur to work at reasonable hours, so that blonde still had time to work on his school. But now Arthur was a high school junior, and if he ever wanted to go to college, he was going to need money. Asking Ivan for more money was like a death wish, so another job couldn't hurt him, right? Arthur pressed a smooth palm against the glass door before pushing the door open as he enter.


Glaring.

More Glaring.

Stupid bastards.

Today had been slow for the Pizzeria, and the trio had been more annoying than usual today, especially that bastard Francis with all his furtive groping and clutching on the oblivious Spaniard.

"Stupid tomato bastard…" Lovino mumbled. Not that Lovino was jealous or anything like that! Hell no, him liking the damn tomato bastard! A red, hot blush painted his cheeks at such a thought. He just didn't like PDA. That was all. Though most could consider what Francis do as molestation more than PDA.

Don't even get Lovino started on Gilbert! The potato bastard's brother, the Other Potato Bastard, ranted for an hour about his recent break-up with some bitch who went back to her ex-boyfriend, who is now her current boyfriend, and how 'unawesome' she was in the first place. Lovino just wanted put his hands around Gilbert's neck until he couldn't talk anymore .Lastly there was Antonio, just being his usual happy self and all that shit. It should be a crime to be that happy.

Speaking of the devil, at that moment Antonio looked up, eyes filled with green mirth as his smile grew wider at the sight of Lovino. The Italian turned away, a faint blush on his face, muttering something about an idiot. All Lovino wanted to do was read his magazine peacefully without any distraction.

"Ve~Lovino…" Well damn…that wasn't going to happen soon. Lovino turned to see his younger brother bouncing toward him.

"What?" Lovino responded irritably.

"Grandpa Rome said I could take a break. I wanted to know if you wanted to share this bowl of pasta with me." Feliciano tilted his head cutely to the side, holding out his bowl of pasta to Lovino. A normal person with a, you know, actual heart, would have cooed at Feliciano's cuteness and accepted the offer, but Lovino shooed his brother off with one hand as he flipped a magazine page.

"Er…no thank, just eat it in the back. Potato bastard might come in here looking ̶ "

There was a clearing of someone's throat, and then an interruption.

"Pardon me, but I was wondering about this job opportunity I found in the paper. Is it still available?" Before Lovino had the chance to cuss the new comer out, Feliciano cut in.

"Ve~Arthur, I didn't know that you were looking for work. Grandpa Rome will be so happy." Feliciano chirped, a cheerful smile playing on his lips. Arthur blushed at the attention he was receiving. With his trademark scowl, the teen looked downward. Feliciano proceeding in taking Arthur in the back before Lovino noticed something out of the corner of his eyes.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Eh…" The blonde boy smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Matthew William. I have been trying to get your attention for while…a-about the job…" Lovino sighed.

"Fuck, just…I don't know follow them or something…"

Today was going to be a long day.


A/N: Hello, I am kfjkaskm. Or just call me Kask for short. Anyways I am back after like two years. I probably shouldn't be posting or writing this fanfiction , but I couldn't help myself. I have fallen victim to the amazing Hetalia, which I sadly do not own (Yes, that was my disclaimer, so don't sue me becaus I don't have any money for ylawyers). As for my previous story, for those of you who have been reading, please check my profile page for news on that. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing it. This is an AU!Highschool Hetalia fanfiction. Main pairings: FrUK, Spamano, and PruCan with lots and lots of minor pairings. Feel Free to give any tips on improvement.