A/N: Hey guys :3 I missed you all. I haven't had time to use the computer to write in so long. ;; But, now I'm back for good and I'll be staying to tell you all another story. This is the introduction, so it'll probably be a bit boring, so please bear with me. Expect lots of fluff and some angst later on. xD Ah, well, please continue to take care of me!

"I.. I don't want to leave mother. Don't let dad take me away."

"..Arthur, after tonight, whenever you feel the slightest bit lonely..look up to the stars and remember that I'm looking at the same sky."

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Childhood was a blur. Even now, Arthur Kirkland couldn't remember his mother's face completely—which was apparently normal for a child who was separated from a parent at such a young age, his father reminded him.

That fact didn't help him feel any bloody better.

Her face, her voice, her presence was all like a reoccurring dream that never truly faded, but never stayed either. The only things that the Briton knew would never change (at least not for now) was that his name was Arthur Kirkland, he was nineteen and that he was an only child, currently forced to move away from his comfortable home in London, England.

The englishman's eyes never tore from the sky on that flight back to his hometown. Arthur had automatically decided he wasn't quite fond of this suburban town. Yet, the only thing that peeved the green eyed blond more was the fact that—according to his father—Arthur's mother no longer lived in their old home. And when Arthur had popped up with the idea of moving back into it, he was shot down, finding out that another family occupied it—leaving the boy and his father with no choice but to move somewhere else.

Somewhere else being a small, cramped two bedroom house in a shabby neighborhood.

But, Arthur didn't complain. He never did, knowing how much his dad had worked to support the both of them. So, on that next morning, the sandy haired boy forced himself out of his emerald car and through the threshold of his new hell.

High school. Oh, bloody fucking joy.

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"My name is Arthur Kirkland, Hn.. I-I've moved here from London, England.. It's nice to meet you all."

With a huff, the Englishman made his way down the crowded hallway, trying not to be late to his first class of the school year. He continued to chant those two sentences over and over to himself, staring at the schedule in his hands as he stumbled down the hall. And as the Good Lord would have it, the moment he had barely turned the corner, the Briton had walked right into another person, causing him to fall flat out on his back.

"B-Bloody hell."

"A-Ah, sorry kid," the other student apologized quickly, who hadn't even budged from the impact, "Lemme help ya out here."

Arthur sighed. Apparently the people here were made out of stone, seeing as how there was no way any normal person wouldn't have staggered from that bump. He hesitantly took the other's hand and stood up once more, gathering his things together. "Ta," he muttered, a bit annoyed with how his day was starting out.

As the blond slipped his backpack over his shoulder, he could feel the taller student staring at him intently.

Apparently the people here hadn't heard of personal space either.

"…may I help you?"

The blue eyed boy flushed, scratching his cheek and forced a slight smile. "Sorry, are ya new here or something? I..I've never seen you here before and this is a pretty small school."

Nodding in reply, the Englishman took out his schedule and decided the make the best out of the situation. "I've moved back here from London. Mm, can you tell me where this class is?"

"Ah.. Physics? It's down the hall, the last door to your right. Got it? Oh! M'name is Alfred. Alfred Jones." He grinned widely, "If ya ever need any help, just find me."

With a small, tentative smile, the Briton gave another nod, "Arthur Kirkland, pleasure to meet you. I'll see you around then, I suppose."

Arthur glanced over at the time, and a flustered expression spread over his features. He had wasted all that time talking. Only one bloody minute to get to class. Fumbling away, the sandy haired blond waved, leaving the other student watching with a smirk.

"..Arthur Kirkland."

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School wasn't too terrible so far, Arthur had decided on his way to lunch. Physics was simple. English—and absolute walk in the park, and Math, well, it wasn't a difficult as he assumed it would be. Sitting down at a table towards the back, the Englishman pulled out his homemade lunch and tea, letting out a soft sigh.

As the Briton took a sip of his tea, he felt the weight on the bench he was sitting on shift. He turned his head slightly, to find the cause and was greeted with an obnoxiously wide smile.

"Heya, what's up? You don't mind if I sit here right? Of course not." Alfred chuckled, setting his tray of overflowing food and then sifted through his bag, pulling out three hamburgers as if it was a completely normal thing to do.

"How'd your classes go, hm?" The American asked with a mouth stuffed with food.

Arthur sipped his tea once more and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Alright, I suppose. In physics I—"

"Hey."

"..Yes?" The Briton blinked, obviously not expecting to be interrupted so abruptly.

"What're you eating?" Alfred asked, not even waiting for an answer as he stole a chunk off of the englishman's plate of.. mystery food and stuffed it in his mouth.

Once second passed. Then another. And finally, unable to handle the wretched taste any longer, the golden blond reached for his coke and swiftly chugged it down. "…no wonder you're so fucking thin. I would be too if I ate that crap."

Twitching slightly, Arthur clenched his fists and tried to ignore that comment even though he had spent the entire night before making that lunch.

"Mm.. are you a junior?"

"..No. I'm a senior." Sighing softly, the Briton put his food away, not sure if he wanted to eat in front of Alfred from this point on.

"….Really? But.. you're so short."

Again, the Briton tried to ignore that comment.

"Maybe tea is stunting your growth, Arthur."

That was the final straw. With a smirk, Arthur pinched the other's side. "Perhaps it's the food you keep eating that's given you that stomach of yours."

Nearly gaping at the harsh comment, the American brushed it off and mirrored Arthur's smirk.

"..I have a feeling we're going to be good friends, shrimp."