This will be done in 3 parts, each containing multiple chapters, the first part is 'I stood up to enjoy life' which should be about 9 or so chapters, maybe a little less, so when this is finished, keep checking back.
Okay so this was rushed and done at 1am, fuelled by an energy drink and procrastination- I'm not kidding, I have a TON of homework I'm supposed to be doing right now! but anyway, I'd like to say I'll update this weekly but lets face it, I'm not going to do that. but hopefully it shouldn't take me more than a month to update, if it does, feel free to spam me!

Warnings: I don't know all the warning that will be used in the book but I can assure you there will be Paedophilia, Both physical and mental abuse, self harming, attempted suicide, Character Death, basically everything angst-y. did I not mention something? why not inbox me? XD

Warnings for this chapter: Light abuse, oh, it think that's it... if I missed something out please tell me. also, because this chapter was rushed, there will most likely be a TON of spelling mistakes and errors, I will try to edit it when I can, for now please review, the more reviews, the more i'll want to update it.

Arthur's POV

Tears fell from mother eyes as she wrapped her arms around me, "You're too young to leave me already!" Of course she was wrong. I was 15, which meant I was off to America!
You see, I got accepted into one of the counties best schools, Hetalia Academy, and even though I am only young, I can move in with my father in American and study there, I'm lucky they liked both my art and my music, or I don't think I would have got in.
My lil' brother Peter was grabbing into my leg, "Don't leave big brother!" He was only 8, and we usually spent all the time we could with each other, I'd probably miss him the most. I ended the hug with my mother and bent down to him, pushing my hand through his hair as my plane was called.
"Don't get in any trouble now little man." I gave a smile, looking at my family in front of me, my twin oliver was smiling back.
"Good luck Art" He gave a wave, and I gave a soft nod in return. As twins, we weren't really ever apart that much either, but i knew Ollie, he'd call me every day. My plane was called again and I desperately had to leave. I put a hand on my mothers shoulder and she raised her head to look at me.
"We promised, I'd only be gone for 18 month okay mam? don't worry, I'm not leaving forever!" I gave another soft, supporting smile and she lightened up returning the gesture, "18 months, thats it! and if I can, I'll visit in the holidays!" God, sometimes family can be so sickly sweet. Turning to board my plane, i gave one last wave at Peter, he had lightened up at least a little now.
"You'd better call us the moment you land there!" I heard my mother call out as I went out of sight.

Looking around the plane... Crap... it was pretty much full. I walked down the isle, pulling my carry on after me, finally taking my seat next to a girl, she seemed about my age, perhaps a year or 2 older than me, not that I really wanted to talk to her or anyway. I pulled on some headphones, I'm not going to lie but 'seventeen' by the Sex Pistols is my favorite song right now, which means I'll listen to it on repeat for hours on end until I finally can't stand to look Johnny Rotten in the eyes.
Everything moved pretty slowly, the plane set off, not much happened, a few children got scared at turbulence, not me though! no, i slowly managed to slip off to the bathroom- despite the seat belt light- and throw up like a man!
I waited in there for the familiar *ding* that meant you could now get up, not that my head would allow it. I spent the next few minutes trying to make myself look half decent, and not like a high school student who couldn't handle what a 7 year old could. I splashed my face with water- not like in the commercials, thats all fake, I mean have you tried it? the water doesn't even hit your face and then you have wet hair and there's water all over your t-shirt and the floor and if your unlucky its on your socks- well anyway, I sorted out my hair which had been ruffled by my constant movement over the toilet- which is terrifying in its own sense, I MEAN HAVE YOU EVER USED A PLANE TOILET, ITS SCARY! where does it go? does it just drop out of the plane? because who thinks about the people below? what if it hits somebody?- and headed back to my seat.
Clearly I didn't look right because when I sat down with a small sight the girl next to me piped up, "are you okay? you seem a little..." it was obvious she was trying to avoid the word scared or sickly or however bad I looked.
"What, me? no, I'm fine." I wasn't, it was obvious, oh so painfully obvious.
"You know, you don't have to pretend to be okay"
"I'm fine!" that came out a little more violently than I planned... "Sorry, I'm just not a great flyer... I'm Arthur by the way."
"Yeh and I'm knackered!" she laughed and i let out a small chuckle, "nah, im Jade" she yawned lying back in her seat, "It's nice to meet you Arthur, but so long as you're feeling okay, i'm gonna 'ava nap, wake me if you need anything though" she gave a smile and leant back, closing her eyes. I have to say I was more comfortable knowing I had already made something of a friend.
An hour or so late the tray came by, a variety of foods available for the passengers, I bought a Fredo and a tuna-fish sandwich, but in the end I didnt eat it, I knew I would just throw up again, it was a stupid idea. But the chocolate was nice.
I fell asleep for a few hours and the rest of the journey was okay. nothing much happened. After Jade woke up we spoke more. I offered her my sandwhich and she gladly accepted it, making a joke about Tuna being 'lesbian potpourri'. It turns out she was going to visit ill reletives and wouldnt be in America too long, still, she gave me her phone number in the hopes we could talk some time. For a moment I must admit I thought she was hitting on me, but after I said something along the lines of 'sorry, but, im gay' she burst out into laughter, "I know your gay hun! I was just being friendly" she smiled sill laughing. How did she... doesnt matter.

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The plane called in to land, it had been a fairly boring journey but at least i managed to get some sleep- , we were on there almost 12 hours- but eventually we arrived in the sunny California! actually... its a little too sunny. im not gonna lie, as a brit, this heat is killing me already and im not even off the goddamn plane. It must be at least 35 degrees. oh wait, Americans, 35 is equal to about 95 in Fahrenheit.
I parted my ways with Jade, making sure I stored her number in my phone and headed for my things. After i'd gotten everything I needed, I waited outside for my father to pick me up and take me back to my new home...

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It had been 3 hours... where was he? He wasnt picking up his phone! I had tried both the landline and his mobile, nothing! I was warned about this, i Knew Allistor- My older brother, he lives in Scotland now, bloody Scottish bastard- has spoken a lot about my dad and non of it was good. But he was family, and i was willing to give him a chance.
I gave up on waiting, 4 and a half hours sat outside an airport, while every so often the TSA officer would look over at you, and you knew he wanted to come over and ask you what was wrong or at least blame you for something drastically illegal. So I got a Taxi. I knew the address and I had money with me, though i'm sure my mother wanted me to spend that money on something for myself, not a lift because my dad forgot to pick me up. no, i was judging him too soon, maybe something came up.
We were in the taxi for way too long. The sun boiled above me, I swear if it got any hotter I was going to melt!
Eventually we came to a sequence of appartment buildings. I paid the driver and got out, okay, not the best start, but I can still make this work! Positivity is Key!
I carried my luggage up the stairs to the 1st floor (thats 2nd floor to Americans, this is going to get confusing. the one thats only up 1 set of stairs!) and knocked on the door to my new home. ...nothing... I knocked again and it opened with a small creak. Okay well this always happens in horror movies, but i really had no other option if i needed to get out of this heat. I wanted air conditioning and ice lollies, not this heat. But then again i am risking a violent bloody death. worth it.
Pushing the door open more and peering inside I could see a few boxes, things that had been shipped over before, no dad though... but the sight did relax me slightly and i opened the door and stepped in.
I looked through the apartment, it smelled of sex (not that i'd know what sex smelled like at the time), smoke and alcohol, i'd start listing the drugs that came to mind in a place like this but I dont think I could handle it, if it was just weed, I suppose I might be able to understand it, I mean, everyone does a little at some point, maybe it just sticks with some people more than others. closing the door with a soft click I finally found my dad asleep on the couch, he stirred when I walked in. "I- I thought I was gonna pick you up! n- now, now you've wasted money!" ugh, drunk. id been warned about this as well, why do i never listen? Then again, Allistor isn't much better than Mike (My dads name)
"Your drunk" I spat out, it was hot, My head hurt already, now i had to deal with a drunk "even if you did pick me up I wouldnt have gotten in the car if you were in this bloody state." It was obvious we weren't going to get along if he stayed like this.
Luckily, I had quiet possibly avoided all of the genes my father had tried to pass down to me, the red hair? Nope, mine was a bright blond, the thick scottish accent? Nope, I was posh as posh could be, absolutely nobody I knew was posh, except maybe Oliver, at least im not that bad. and what my father thinks is most important, physical strength? Well, if you look at me, I dont look all that strong, but, I cant say im all that bad, playing guitar all day and painting had to toughen your arms a little right? Still, I wish I could be stronger, not f0r him though.
"Whatever you little brat, just take your things and put them in your room, they've been cluttering up my house for too long!" I only sighed in response but did what he said, after all I did want my things moving.
It took a few hours for me to put everything away, I made my bed and hung up my clothes in a wardrobe I had to assemble myself, my room looked neat and somewhat perfect, meaning I had time to lay down and relax, im guessing the drunkard wouldnt want me playing EMI (also by the Sex Pistols) right now.
It was bordering on dinner time and I walked back into the kitchen to get something to eat, apparently my father had beaten me too it, but at least he was a little more sober now. there was no formailties, just an overly angry, "what the fuck did you do to your face?". I havent seen my dad in about 10 years, the story? i'll tell you some other time, but anyway, now I had several prominent piercings and apparently he didnt agree with them, having 2 (shark bites) on the left side of my lip, 1 on the right side of my nose, 3 running up my right ear and 3 running accross the top of my left. i liked them, and didnt care about the man in front of me.
"I lik-"
"You look like a fag"
Yeh, that was something too, my father is quite possibly the most racist, homophobic person you will ever hear of. I have yet to come out to him, and I dont really plan on it any time soon. I'm starting to question why I decided to move here... "what ever you say" I moved past him to make a sandwich and he let out a cocky laugh.
"See, your already in the fucking kitchen like a bitch, if only you could actually cook!" he walked off. Clearly someone had told him about my inability to make anything in the kitchen without it burning to a crisp, its not my fault I like my food 'well done'.
I made my sandwich but ate no more than a bite, im pretty sure that wasnt butter... "Im going out" I called, hearing the familiar click of another can of beer being opened. I might not be the worlds greatest cook, but this was ridiculous and some food sounded nice.
"Fine, get some food as well!" that WAS the plan, "and dont be too late home!" I rolled my eyes but grabbed some money from his wallet when I was sure he looked away, something tells me that if he knew he was actually paying, he wouldnt like it all too much.
I Slammed the door behind me to make a point, but swore not to do it again, I didnt want to bother the neighbours any more than I was sure the old man had. Without another word I headed down the street. It wasnt too late yet, I had enough time to get my school uniform, oh wait, american schools dont have a uniform do they? thats going to be odd. Well I could at least get the shopping and I headed into a Walgreens. I'd heard of these places online, but thats all, and now I was walking through the twisting isles looking mainly for butter that wasnt 90% fat! come on america! Looking around I at least managed to fine some fruit, oh and there was a coffee machine, so I got some tea to drink while I wandered around the rest of the store!
Going through the list I have made mentally, im pretty sure I picked everything up:
LOW FAT butter (okay it was Vegan butter, but I dont see the difference, it's low fat isn't it?),
TEA,
Waffles- because this is america so normal english breakfast wont do- that and the fact that i dont want to burn down the apartment on my first day...,
fruit,
And I picked up some normal things that I assumed Mike would want- the scottish are pretty specific.

Oh, there is one thing I forgot! I probably ran through the store a little too fast trying to get to the books, Walgreens wasnt a bookstore (im sure) but the stores back in england tend to have books, even if they only sell coffee or something so its okay for me to presume! My running came to a halt when I crashed into someone, though apologising seemed like the wrong thing to do when they spilled boiling coffee down my front- no doubt ruining my shirt- as well as burning me. Before they could say anything I was on my feet again, "hey! watch where you going, tosser!" and I poured the rest of my tea over them, hoping now that they weren't a mother with their child or something like that.
Calming down showed me the blue eyed boy stood in front of me, looking through confused eyes, "but, dude, you ran into me..."
Yes, I know I ran into him, but im from Britain, which means im right. Ask anyone from England or anywhere else in the U.K! I pouted and moved to walk off but a hand grabbed my shoulder, "what?"
"Well... your accent... your British, so arnt you supposed to be all like 'oh im so sorry, god save the queen' for running into me?" His fake accent? That pissed me off!
"HEY! keep your racist stereotypes to yourself!" I was shouting now, and its fare to say everyone was looking at us. Including someone who I guessed was the manager, which made me quiet it a little, I was over reacting, but i wasn't going to apologise!
"look sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. look here, just, at least let me buy you another drink." He offered me free tea, I feel like I said this too much in the past few lines but im british. Im obsessed with 2 things! things that are free, and tea. so free tea, well, i'd be an idiot to say no! We headed back to the machine by the front of the store, "Im alfred by the way, Alfred Jones!" he looked at me expectantly.
"huh? oh okay then... OH oh, Kirkland, Arthur Kirkland" because if James Bond has taught us anything, its that THAT is how you are supposed to say your name.
"Its nice to meet you Kirkland! oh wait, you did the James Bond thing didnt you!" this guy, in the nicest possible way, was a little... slow. "that sounds familiar... Well then, Artie-" he got a punch in the side for that.
"Call me that again, I fucking dare you!" people were looking again.
"sorry, sorry, I didnt think it would bothe-"
"Well it does!" only a few people are allowed to call me Artie or Art, and thats close family like Allistor, or Peter! even my mother treads lightly in that area.
"Well, arthuur" He over pronounced my name like a twat. "I'v never seen you in the area before, which means you jsut moved here! so what brings you too America?" We stopped by the drinks machine and he pushed the 'tea' button.
"I dont see how thats any of your buisness" I just met him! and he looked older than me, i dont want any trouble like that showing up at 3 am on my doorstep, then again, i did kinda feel bad about running into him, and then i had the gall to pour my tea on him and he's buying ME and new one, even though i ruined his coffee, "But if you must know, im here for school. Im staying with my dad..." Alfreds face went down a little with the last comment, "whats that face for you inbred wanker?"
"Hey! talk about stereotypes" he pouted slightly but if it hurt him, it didnt show, "I just remembered where I know your name from. Mike Kirkland, right?" He busied himself with the machine, making himself another coffee, trying not to look me in the eye. Well... mike was my dads name, but I didnt think he would have made a reputation of himself around here. Then again, I met him for the first time in years this morning and all he could do was insult me... And I cant really say im much better either, I mean I havent been in american 12 hours and i'v already insulted someone, made a scene in a store and now we were both covered in hot drinks.
"What about him?" He was on thin ice.
"nothing, nothing, i hope you have nice time living with him, are you too close?" This was getting a little personal and he still wasnt looking me in the eye!
"Tell me!" To that he put his hands up.
"I cant talk bad of a neighbour"
"neighbour?"
He laughed, he had been doing that often, it was obnoxious, and strangely adictive- no, it was just annoying..."Yeh, I live just down the road from you! Hey you said you were here for school, maybe we'll be at the same one!" God, no, i dont believe in you, but please, for the sake of mother England and our queen, dont let me go to the same school as this idiot. I mean, iv done some bad things in my life, but, not THAT bad! Isn't it bad enough that there is a chance i'll have to see this person again?
He handed me my tea, and I nodded a thank you, and walked off to the till to buy my things, hoping for dear god that this place had self-scan. I was through with american conversation today. As I headed off, his hand was back on my shoulder, "See ya around Arti-ur Arthur, i mean Arthur"
"Yeh, see you around... Allen?" I hated names, I could never get them right.
"Its alfred silly!" He was smilling and laughing again, I couldnt say it didnt cheer me up just slightly to know that someone could be so happy.
"Sure, see you around, Alfred" and I walked off, secretly hoping i'd never have to see this person ever again, that annoying ***addictivly beautiful*** idiotic laugh had already given me something of a headache. Please tell me not everyone in america is like this.

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The walk home was fast, I really didnt want alfred seeing me, just in case he walked the same route, he said we were neighbours right? that plus I was still covered in coffee, and it was getting uncomfortable. So I stuck to the shadows, like batman. It had gotten a lot darker, I guess I had been out longer than I should have been, but father shouldnt care too much. I finally reached our building, and I couldn't help wondering is alfred lived in the same one, or one of the others close by, which looked so much more glamerous. I slowly walked up, waving goodbye to the somewhat calming scenery of the day fading into the night, and knocked on the door. Even though I had a key, it still seemed rude to just walk in.
But then again when i'v been stood here for 10 FRIKEN MINUTES! and no one did anything, im going to walk inside. I coughed at the smell, the room was filled with cigarette smoke. Well, at least he didnt vape I guess... I stumbled to the kitchen, lightheaded from the smoke, to put away to food i'd gotten, what I didnt expect was to see a woman sneaking out of my fathers bedroom, clearly filled with shame, holding money in her hand. She looked at me for a moment and continued, closing the front door behind her.
Great.
I took a few more stumbles to the kitchen, opening the fridge when my dad came out of his room in sweat pants and a robe. Im not suprised he has to fucking pay for it. "you're late" He was still smoking, I smoke, yes, but this was rediculous.
"you never gave me a time to be home by. All I did was go to the store and come home, nothing else."
"I checked my wallet you little bitch-" great another nick name, "-I know I have money missing"
"Maybe the fucking hooker took it!" I moved to walk past him, I was tired and the smoke was getting in my eyes, I didnt want it to look like I was crying. All I could manage was a stumble forwards to the counter, someone should really open some windows.
"You didnt do anything accept go to the store huh? then why the fuck did you come home drunk?" He grabbed my wrist harshly, I whined a little. Hey, it hurt! it gave me bloody bruises! He dug his nailes into my arm, just avouding drawing blood.
"Im not drunk you ass! Its this fucking smoke. Open a window or something and maybe not everyone who comes in here will pass out!" I shook him off- though I think that was mostly him letting go- and managed to get to my smoke free room, still opening the window anyway.
I lay down on the bed, taking deep breaths so I didnt, you know, die or anything and flipped open my phone, because I broke all my others and so now I have a fucking flip phone. Several contacts came up, including Jade. I sent her a quick text, though it was quite late.

To: Jade
From: Arthur

Hey, whats up? Its Arthur by the way- from the plane

There were no sounds coming from outside my room, which was odd because I'd been here not even a day and it seemed like something that scarcly happened, which probably meant my father had passed out somewhere. I stood up and opened my door, once again sighing into the smoke fulled hallway. Walking through I found my way to the kitchen again. no one. I opened the window to let the smoke out and some decent air in, if I was going to live here, it was going to be for more than a day and I refuse to let my tombstone say I died from cigarette smoke! I walked through to the dinning room, bigger windows which meant i could let more smoke out, thank fuck! but still no sign of dad. A loud snore came from the couch. Of course. Walkign through i saw his fatarse sleeping form lying there, the tv was on, but on mute. why couldnt he just turn it off? I opened the last window, the air finally seeming to get a little clearer now, and turned off the tv, scowling at the sleeping bastard.
At least I could have a shower without someone shouting at me and I headed for the bathroom.

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I shook the towel through my hair, hoping it'd dry it even a little, but nothing. ***'I dont need a hairdryer, i'll be fine'*** Yeh, im fucking smart. But i threw on some pajamas and lay back on my bed, my phone making a small sound as it did.
"huh?"

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To: Arthur
From: Jade

Hey Arthur! (This is a person who knows not to use stupid nicknames) Not much, my grandad still isnt well, im hoping for the best, but we dont think he's going to last much longer, hows life with you dad gone?

To: Jade
From: Arthur

Fucking great, you know im really loving the prostitues and the smoking, but other than that i dont think the drugs are illegal enough, you know?

Well, i was going to write that, but she was only a new friend, so i decided on sticking to a soft 'Sorry about your Grandad, and Meh' and leaving it there. Right now i just needed sleep, that way i could be ready for my first day of school. There were limited places, and i was lucky to get in even though im already in my sophomore year, which is... 10th grade? im british, give me time.
I ignored the next bus of my phone, lying down in an attempt to sleep at least, lets hope tomorrow is better than today.

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Alfreds POV

That day was weird. I was at the store looking for those twinky thigies, because you know, they are totally awesome, and then all of a sudden this lil' guy is throwing his tea at me and calling me a tosser!
Well, okay, thats a little mean, i mean i did spill my coffee all over him, but he ran into me so its not all my fault... Well anyway, i bought him some more tea, but i totally thought that british people were supposed to be nice? like arnt they supposed to be appologising for everything and all polite? i guess he's still pissed about the revolution...
He said he was the Kirkland's kid, i feel sorry for him. i wonder if he knows what he got himself into... that guy isnt exactly the best, but i can check up on him because now i know where he lives! okay that sounded a bit creepy but im just looking out for the guy!
Give me a week, and he will be my new best friend, Arthur! Yeh, and im the hero! (you know, just in case.)

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