[DISCLAIMER: ME NO GET HETALIA. ME SO SAD. ..XD omg that was just werid.]

I was reading a book in the library until I heard someone beside me leaving. I just glanced beside and was going to keep reading my own book. But I caught a hilarious sight that I will never forget. The travel guide to Germany was on top of the travel guide to England. XD I had to force me NOT to laugh in the library. Such a funny crack paring…Then, Prussia came into my mind…and England. GREAT. THIS IS AWESOME. IM SO DAMNLY INSPIRED! I literally screamed in the library like a psycho. :,D Well..actually, the main reason was because I was just having my own thoughts about what I wanted to become and had a lot of conflicts within myself so…..i just wanted to write that can be a little bit related to me in some way….*sigh*…. hope you like it ^^ and btw, I'M NEW TO ;w; just saying and my English isn't THAT good. YES. BEAR WITH IT READERS. XDDDDD..okay I will shut up now. :/

Chapter 1

Anymore, no one's mind is their own.

Arthur silently made a face. He scribbled some words on the lined paper and looked far away. He thought again and erased what he wrote. He ruffled his messy lime blonde hair, making it messier. He couldn't write anything. That startled him. He was always able to write something and it always had amazing results. Now, nothing came up to his mind.

Dumbfounded by himself, he paused and slowly, he started to scowl. He was a writer. Well, he was planning to become a writer. He always loved to write at the moment he was able to hold a pencil. But now, he couldn't think anything at all. Maybe he should have just become a singer as his uncle told him to. Or an artist that his mother wanted him to be. Or…just a plain business man who will be always working under somebody…Hell no. That kind of work didn't fit Arthur.

He hated getting orders from others since he was a child. Reluctantly, he stood up and stormed out from his classy room. He ruffled his hair once more and looked out at the window. The weather was great. Not too sunny, not too chilly. Perfect.

'Maybe I should cool my head outside…' thought Arthur as he silently opened his front door and locked it.

Arthur trotted around the park and sighed each 10 minutes. Nothing came up to his mind. He founded a nearby bench and sat on it. As he closed his eyes, he was able to imagine himself, getting poor as time goes by. He shivered. He didn't want to think about it so he promptly opened his eyes, letting all the bright sun light to pass his pupil at once. He squeezed his eyes and covered them with his silky white palm.

He wanted to curse out loud and call his parents who were busy having vacation around the world, using bundles of money which were just like a dust on the windowsill to them. Arthur hated his family. Well, of course they are eventually a family so the range of despising is somewhat limited but still; it really bugged him when his family did something stupid. Especially…his parents. For example, sending him to America with their money, getting a new colossal house for him by their own without discussing a single word with him, sending his damn bloody hell older brothers to America and the same university as him, and lastly, not picking up the phone from their son, Arthur Kirkland.

He let out a big sigh as he heard someone slowly sitting down at the end of the bench. He was able to hear papers flipping and pencils stroking on the hard textured paper. Mixed media sketch book… Arthur was able to distinguish it by the sound of the pencil moving along as the owner of the hand ordered them. Arthur smiled. It reminded him of his young days when his mother tried to make him to take the route of becoming an artist, just like his great grandfather did. Of course, that wasn't very successful. Arthur was surely good at it but he had something else in his heart he wanted to become; a writer.

Then, the pencil stopped. The flipping of papers stopped. Arthur was able to feel someone's presence coming near. He gradually opened his emerald green eyes and was greeted by crimson red ruby eyes. He backed off in speed of light as he had never seen a person with red iris. The owner of daunting red eyes was extremely…awesome. He had shining silver hair, reflecting the sun light, pale white skin and good featured face.

"Dude, are you okay?"

Arthur just raised one of his eyebrows. 'Dude, are you okay...Such marvelous way to greet a complete stranger….' Arthur thought sarcastically. He thought that the man with red eyes was astonishing but in his second thought, he changed his mind; that man was a total git with no manners.

"Hi, my name is Gilbert! I think I saw you in my neighbor hood! I saw you walking on the pedestrian road yesterday! Kesesese!"

"Oh, I see…..My name is Arthur. Nice to meet you, Gilbert."

"How old are you?"

That question surprised Arthur even more. Asking a total stranger how old he is! Such a rude behavior! He started to wonder how Gilbert's parents raised their child up. Surely, they brought up their child into a spoiled brat with no manners.

"18 years old…."

Gilbert's face brightened up even more. He smiled enthusiastically to Arthur and rattled on how he was same age as him and how he came from Germany. Arthur listened in one ear and flew that information on the other ear. He was not able to concentrate when Gilbert smiled brightly once in a while between sentences. That smile was unbelievably….charming. Arthur almost blushed but controlled himself. Maybe, he thought, it would be fun to have Gilbert as a neighborhood.

And he founded out how wrong he was on next day.

The titles of chapters are going to be random quotes that are related to writing and art. Why? Because I LOVE them! But my brain is not working that way. It says(...brains don't talk.) I'm good at science when I despise it. GREAT. AWESOME. NOT. ((I went into science honors but not humanities. Bloody hell…and internet crushes my dream of becoming a pro artist. ;w; deviant art is such a cruel place yet amazing. Dammnit.)) You will find out more about Gilbert, Arthur and the parents and university and stuff like that as the chapters go on. :P PLEASE REVIEW AND CRITIC IF YOU WANT TO BECAUSE I WOULD REALLY LOVE TO IMPROVE MY WRITING SKILLS. THANK YOU 3