Okay then. This is my second fic, and though the other one hasn't ended yet, I am sort of stuck with it now.. And then all kinds of other ideas started to form in my head and I just couldn't stop myself from writing it. XD Okay, so this is more like a prologue that the actual story. Also, I really have no idea where I'm going with this I just HAD to write it...

Err... There probably won't be any yaoi and/ore shounen-ai in this, but since I have no idea where I'm going with this I can't be sure. O_O

And just to make the characters a little more clear: (from eldest to youngest)

Iain – Scotland

Liam – Ireland

Nullan – Northern Ireland

Gwydion – Wales

Arthur – England (but I guess that's kind of obvious)

Arthur's childhood had not been an easy one. In fact, it was a very, very hard one. Now, you might say that every childhood is filled with hardships, and that they are just unavoidable. And yes, that is correct. However, Arthur's life was different.

No matter how different it was, it's beginning was the same as every life's beginning. In this case, everything started in a normal room, in a normal hospital, somewhere in a normal town, in England.

In this room, a woman who seemed to be in her mid-thirties was giving birth to little Arthur. Arthur had been born two weeks earlier then he was predicted to be, but other than that he was a perfectly healthy little boy. However, as a new life was just beginning an other one was ending. Giving birth for the fifth time had weakened Arthur's mother's body to the point that her life was in danger. The doctors tried everything they could, but everything was not enough. She passed away.

This left Arthur's father in great distress. His beloved wife had died, and now he had to take care of his five fairly young sons all by himself. He was worrying so much that he couldn't sleep at night, yet he had to go to work. He needed the money to take care of his children. After a week without any good rest he was completely exhausted. He got into his car after work without knowing that he would never get out. There was an accident, and again a life ended.

The five Kirkland boys were now all alone. They were in the hands of the government now, and the government decided they should be put in a orphanage. Luckily, the government wasn't as heartless as you'd think they would be and all boys were placed into the same orphanage. However, they knew there wouldn't be any family that could adopt five boys. The feared the worst. Te boys would eventually be separated.

Iain was the eldest Kirlkland brother and tried to take care of his little brothers as good as possible, but he knew it wouldn't last long. After two weeks, a young couple came by. They were unable to have children so they wanted to adopt a child. They were searching for a boy around the age of five. Liam, the second eldest brother, was exactly what they were looking for. Soon after, Nullan and Gwydion got adopted as well. Iain and Arthur were the only ones left behind, but by the time Arthur's first birthday came around, Iain was adopted as well. Three years passed, and Arthur was still in the orphanage. There were some people that wanted to adopt him, but being a four year old, Arthur could now make his own decisions. He had lived in the orphanage for as long as he could remember, and was afraid to leave. He would scream, bite an throw things. Anything to prevent being taken away from the orphanage. Maybe he would leave if he knew he had four brothers, but no one ever told him.

Living in an orphanage meant constant competition. This means that every kid tried to beat evryone and be the best at everything. After all, if you wanted to be adopted you had to stand out. Arthur didn't want to stand out. He was quiet and didn't have many friends. Of course, this caused him to get bullied. His social skills got underdeveloped comparing to the other kids and eventually he became a loner. By the time he was nine the other kids stopped bullying and left him alone. Arthur had become a true loner. He would always play by himself or even talk to imaginary friends.

Seven years passed this way. Seven years that had felt like an eternity. Being a sixteen year old that lived in a orphanage made him feel stupid, but he was planning on leaving there once he turned seventeen.

But now he was standing here. In front of a closed front door. A suitcase on the ground next to him. He stood in front of some house in a neighborhood he had never seen before. In fact, he wasn't even in England right now, but in America. He had never expected that there was a family that actually wanted him to live with them. Seeing this as a good chance to leave the orphanage before turning seventeen, he had taken the offer. The family had sent him a ticket to fly over, and now he was here.

He took a deep breath and looked around. He could still go ba-

"No." He said determinedly. He faced the door and stared at it. "This is it." He swallowed. "Beter late than never."

And so, he rang the doorbell.

Whahahaa! Thank you for reading^^ Byezies, and reviewzies! (Hah, I love how dumb that sounds *_*)