A/N: DefineSugar, forwardtable, and I, homosexual undertones, started writing this a year ago yesterday. It kinda starts out crackish but it gets more serious as it goes on. We have a lot of it written so it'll be updated every 8 days. 'Cuz 7 is too regular.

Anyway, we absolutely love this story to death. We hope you'll love it too!

WARNING: These characters are our headcanons. You've probably seen these characters portrayed differently. Alright. Just take a minute to see our way.
Allistor - 19 - Scotland
Connor - 18 - Northern Ireland
Dylan - 17 - Wales
Arthur - 16 - England
Peter - 8 - Sealand
Alfred - 16 - America

One last thing: in the US it is illegal to share naked pictures of yourself or anyone else who is under 18. Don't do it.

Arthur could do nothing but stare at his e-mail at three o'clock in the morning. It made his heart beat faster just looking at the sender. The message was from Alfred, one of his closest friends.

There was an attachment to the e-mail, and by the preview offered, Arthur could tell he needed to be alone when he opened it otherwise his mum would kill him and that is explicitly why Alfred wrote the words "READ THIS NOOOOOW! OR I'LL DIEEE!" Pssht. What a friend. Writing that to make him get in trouble.

Anyway, that wasn't the point. The point was the attachment; the pictures it contained. They made Arthur stare at the screen blankly, unable to form coherent thoughts. It was the first time he had seen pictures like that, though he would never dream of revealing his inexperience to a single living soul.

The shock wore off, causing him to quickly close the email, his face flushing with embarrassment and then anger. He wasn't ready for that! Totally unprepared! It wasn't like he didn't like them, but he couldn't admit to Alfred that he did. He clicked reply, his finger forceful on the mouse with his rising tension, but stopped and visibly deflated as he realized he had no idea how to respond to Alfred.

"If I tell him I don't like them, it'll hurt his self esteem and he'll hate me," he whispered to himself in an attempt to gather his thoughts. He was out of breath from the stress. "But I can't tell him I like them, he'll think I'm some kind of pervert! Which I'm not! Why is he doing this now? What do I say? What do I do?" If possible, his face darkened as a realization hit him. "Is he expecting something in return?!"

These thoughts overwhelmed the hormone-ridden teen and his face fell forward and hit the keyboard. Several minutes passed before he dared look back at the screen. His forehead had written gibberish in the reply and in his effort to erase it, Arthur, tech-savvy as he was, accidentally hit send. He sighed. He didn't even want to see what he had sent to Alfred. He just sat there, his face on his desk again, cursing to himself. He only looked up when he heard the familiar series of beeps indicating a new message. He clicked on it, seeing that it was from Alfred. He started reading out loud to himself, not noticing one of his older brothers walking in.

"'Well does that mean you're speechless? Winky face.'"

"Arthur," he jumped at his own name being whispered in his ear, "what is that supposed to mean? Hmm? Something bad, huh? I knew it was only a matter of time before you started doing things like that." Arthur whirled around and shot his older brother, Allistor, a deadly glare.

"What are you doing in my room?" He demanded, standing up to cover the screen. The soft glow of the computer wasn't enough for Allistor to spot the redness of his cheeks.

"Oh, I just came to check on you. It's late so I was wondering what you could possibly be doing on the computer alone in the dark." He gave Arthur a mischievous grin and walked calmly to the door. As he left, he threw one last sentence over his shoulder. "Well, I'll be in the kitchen, eating your last strawberry scone." He was out of sight before Arthur had the chance to defend his beloved store-bought snack, but it was too dangerous to yell and risk waking up his little brother, Peter, who shared a room with him. He would never even think of leaving his computer alone with another two brothers who could easily have overheard the conversation and take a look while he was downstairs. No, not worth it. If they found out… he couldn't even imagine what torment his brothers would put him through for weeks, maybe even months. So he stayed put and clicked the reply button once more. No more thinking out loud. I can't let any of them figure out this secret. How should I reply? I am speechless, but… oh I don't know! Why does this thing have to be so hard?

He awkwardly typed out an explanation and reread it carefully, not wanting another misunderstanding. I'm over thinking this. I can't deal with it now. I'm tired anyway. I'll just tell him I'm going to bed. I'm not rejecting him; it's his fault for putting me in this situation!

He erased what he had previously written and replaced it with a short "I'm tired, going to sleep now, see you later" and turned off his computer. It was pitch black, but he managed to find the door, shut it, and make his way over to his bed, only tripping once, and by some miracle kept his curses quiet enough to not disturb his baby brother. Once he got to his bed and laid down he immediately fell into a deep sleep, experiencing a rather odd dream.

Arthur was walking down the street when he bumped into a rather tall man.

"Oops, I'm sorry," he said, trying to walk around the large male. Suddenly, a car drove up beside Arthur and he was shoved inside, a hand over his mouth. A blindfold was put over his eyes. He tried to get away from his captor, but he found he was no match for the man who held him. He sighed and stopped struggling after what felt like forever.

"Turn left here," said someone sitting in front of him with a thick accent. He assumed they were driving on a very curvy road because the car kept swerving back and forth.

Eventually the vehicle came to a stop and he was hoisted out into the cool air. It was colder here than where he was before. He was brought into a building and slammed on the floor. A sharp pain bloomed in his left shoulder.

"We brought him, Sir. What would you like us to do with him?" Arthur twitched at the familiar voice of who had spoken.

"Leave him there. I will take care of him." Arthur gasped. He had never heard his best friend speak so coldly. There were the sounds of heavy footsteps receding and a door closing. Fear swept through Arthur, causing his heart to race and blood to pound through his veins faster and faster. He was sure the other person would be able to hear it.

He jumped when he heard a voice just a few inches from his face. He hadn't heard him approach. "I'm sorry it's come to this, Arthur, but you've given me no choice. You didn't like my pictures, you ignored me, you betrayed me, I cannot forgive you. It is because of your rudeness, your inconsiderateness, your indolence, that you must pay the price. I will not let you leave here. You hurt me, now it's my turn to hurt you." All through his monologue, this dark Alfred seemed to lean closer, and closer, and closer, until their lips met forcefully and-

"ARTHUR!" Arthur sat up quickly, making himself dizzy. He was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. "Finally, it was nearly impossible to wake you up. Come on and get up already, mum wants us to come along to the airport with her to say goodbye to dad. He's going on a business trip for two weeks, 'member?" Arthur looked around and noticed all four of his brothers occupying his room. Peter and Dylan were standing next to his bed. They had been the ones who tried to wake him up. Allistor was leaning against the door to his room, looking at Arthur disapprovingly.

What Arthur thought was odd was the fact that his other brother, Connor, was on his computer, motioning for Allistor to come over to look.

"Oh, what have we here, Arthur? Naughty things on your computer, huh?" Allistor was looking over Connor's shoulder, smirking a bit. Dylan glanced over at the screen, slapped himself, looked at Arthur with an annoyed look, and pulled Peter out of the room, closing the door behind them. It took Arthur a minute to realize what his brothers were talking about. Then his face turned bright red in anger and embarrassment.

"What the hell are you doing looking through my e-mail, let alone my computer?!" he said, screaming at the top of his lungs and lunging towards his computer chair. He started by ripping out the plug to his computer, then attacking Connor by pulling the chair out from under him. Before he could get any further, he was lifted from behind by Allistor, who was gripping the back of his shirt in one hand and a flash drive in the other.

"Calm down, little brother. Do you see what I have here?" He waved the small device just out of Arthur's reach and put it safely in his back pocket.

"How did you get on my computer and email, they both have passwords! Leave my stuff alone!" He struggled until he was released suddenly, causing him to stumble forward. He turned around to face the two snoopers and just stood there, fuming. He decided it would be better not to attack again for two reasons: One, he didn't want to anger his oldest brother enough that he would show someone the contents of his email, and two, Connor and Allistor were two and three years older than him, respectively, and both much stronger than he was. There was no doubt who would win in a fight, not to mention it was two against one. Arthur had learned this numerous times the hard way.

"You need to stop making your passwords so obvious," Connor tutted, shaking his head. "Really, you're favorite band and food?" Connor snickered, walked over to the door, opened it and took one more glance over his shoulder before leaving.

"You better behave or you don't know who will see this, starting with mum and dad, then perhaps your whole school," Allistor said before following suit after his younger brother.

He stopped before walking out of the door and said, "Be downstairs in five minutes, dressed and ready. We're leaving after breakfast. See ya." He walked out of the room arrogantly. Arthur took a minute to let what just happened sink in, then got dressed quickly and walked out of his room with anger.

"Mummy, I'm hungry! What are we having for dinner?" Peter whined, bored and starving.

"I'm exhausted, so make one of your brothers cook you something," his mother said from the couch, her voice hoarse from yelling at her four teenagers all day. They had just gotten home from a long day of traveling to the airport, attending Dylan's soccer tournament, and then shopping. Their mother had no more energy left to make food.

Peter ran up to their room, almost tripping in the process. He shouted Arthur's name at least ten times, but Arthur wasn't listening. He had the door locked and was trying to talk Alfred out of video chatting with him. He was still a little uncomfortable from what had happened last night and he didn't want Alfred to accidentally find out anything he wanted to keep hidden.

Cmoncmoncmon man dude bro my chikn wing lets get videoing! Cmon cmon whatre u wauting for?! i hve 2 tell u sumthn!, Arthur read from Alfred, careful not to say it aloud. He probably couldn't have read it out loud either. The spelling mistakes were too much to handle.

"Arthur! Arthur, Arthur!"

He replied to his friend: No, I can't right now. I have a lot of homework I forgot to do. That seemed good, so he hit send and leaned back in his chair. Of course he didn't really forget his homework; he did all of it (including the essay that was due on Wednesday) right after school on Friday. There was no such thing as procrastination in his mind.

"Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!"

He sat back up and clicked on the inbox link. As the page loaded his heart beat faster. Oh goodness, am I really doing this?

"Arthur, let me in! I need you!"

The page loaded and he looked at his received e-mails. Actually, he didn't have a look just yet. Arthur covered his eyes and aimed his face at the floor. I can't look at these again, can I? What if Alfred finds out? Wouldn't he think me weird?

"Arthur! Aaaaaaaarthur!"

Arthur decided to peek. Just one teensy weensy peek. Yeah. Then he'd take a nap.

He removed one hand from his face and glanced at the screen long enough to click on the e-mail from Alfred. As soon as he confirmed his mouse button worked, he replaced his hand. Coward.

"Arrrrrthuuuuuuur! Hey! Let me in!"

Arthur let out a little gasp and clutched his heart out of fear. "D-did somebody call me?"

"I did! Arthur, I've been yelling at you for hours now! Let me in, let me in!"

"Okay," Arthur said, walking to his door. "I'll let you in, but what do you want?"

Peter made a face as the door opened and his least favorite brother entered his view. "It's my room, too! And mum said you had to make me dinner!" He crossed his arms and stared at his brother.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want?" Arthur stepped out of his room and carefully shut the door. "Scratch that, I'm making you an omelette."

"An omelette?! For dinner?"

"Yes, an omelette, now get down to the kitchen and help me or I won't make you anything."

Allistor was just leaving his room when he heard a conversation down the hall.

"An omelette?! For dinner?" The annoying voice of his eight year old brother got on his nerves, even if he wasn't the one being whined at.

"Yes, an omelette, now get down to the kitchen and help me or I won't make you anything." The unmistakable sound of a door closing could be heard, giving Allistor an idea. He waited until the two had disappeared down the stairs before he crept to his youngest brothers' bedroom and quietly reclosed the door. An evil smirk twisted his face as he saw the computer Arthur had left unattended. He hadn't even logged off his e-mail. Careless, he thought to himself. He stuck his hand inside his jacket to his pocket of wonders, filled with anything one might find useful in unusual situations. He groped around some tweezers, a flashlight, lock picks, a lighter, a pencil, and several other unusual objects until he located his flash drive. The whole situation earlier between him and Arthur had been quite amusing, but it was just for fun. He obviously hadn't had time to save anything to his little memory stick this morning, since it was just about ten seconds between when he saw the elicit pictures and the monitor going dark. Now he had the chance to really make his bluff a reality. Allistor clicked the save button, the eject button, then removed the small but extremely handy device. Now that his mission was complete, he could go back to his room and relax, perhaps even peruse his new treasures.

When he finished in Arthur's room he started back to his own. He came to a sudden realization right before opening his door.

"Oy, Arthur," he yelled, "make me an omelette." He opened the door to his room and walked in just as he heard Arthur reply. He snickered to himself and thought about how Arthur would react if his friends saw these pictures. If he even had any friends. The only friend he knew his brother had was that one dumb blond.

He closed the door and sat down in the dim glow protruding from a small book light on his desk. He plugged in the flash drive to start looking through the pictures. And there was only one thing to say: he liked what he saw.

A/N (yes, another one): And so it begins… but is it confusing at all? We can't tell sometimes if things make sense outside our heads 'cause we've just talked about so much it's like a dream where we can't tell if it's real or not (eheh heh). Seriously, if you have any questions drop a review and we'll explain it. Unless it's an inside joke or an oversight. But we'll still try to explain.

Or you could just tell us how you feel or what you think about it or what you think might happen.

Thank you for reading! ^J^

(Also, we accidentally made Peter a little slow for an eight-year old, so we rationalized it with the fact that there are no schools in Sealand.)