A/N: Hey guys, what's up?! New story time, huh? For those of you who don't know me, hello! So, this story is somewhat based off Magic Mike. If you don't know what that is I suggest you look it up sirs. (For newcomers: I call everyone a sir, idc what you are, women, man, cat, dog, goldfish, you are a sir to me, don't be offended :P) Yes, it is a USUK. See, those are mainly the only pairings I'm likely to do for my stories. As for side characters, I'll always mix it up. So onward:
Sweat beat a bit on his forehead as he ran swiftly down the alley stopping abruptly to press himself against the wall. His counter part followed quickly and stopped with him, looking up at him questioningly with dark purple eyes.
"We have to make sure no cops are around. Last time we tried this we ended up running three blocks trying to loose them, remember?" His voice was a whisper as he tried to look around the corner.
"I could have kicked their asses, had you let me." She glared.
"As could I, but that's hardly the point now, is it?" He shot back, running a frustrated hand through blonde hair that needed to be washed.
He scanned the surroundings and saw nothing unusual, only a stray cat or two. The dim lit street seemed to sometimes go into darkness as the street light flicked on and off. It gave an eerie feel, most different from what the road looked like in the day, warm and inviting.
"Well, are there cops or not?" The girl asked, impatient. They had run all over town and if they were going to do this, they either needed to do it now, or she would do it herself, using him as a step stool.
"No, we're in the clear. You brought the spray paint, right?" He asked.
"Of course. Here, you want the green as usual, right?" She tossed the can to him and he shook it before removing the cap.
"There's no other color I'd use besides black." He began holding down the can's top, spraying the bright green onto the bricks of the old building.
"Remind me why we do this again?" She asked.
"We want to tick off the cops, don't we? This damn society we live in is total bullocks and God knows someone's got to pay for it, so it might as well be those blokes." The man sneered. His name was Arthur Kirkland. He was 23 years old, and a child-teen delinquent. Now, even as an adult, he still kept up to antics. He had been on parole when he was 13 for robbing a convenience store, and had served a lot of time in state detention. Now that he was out of school, life proved a boring state.
He hated the place ever since he had moved here from Great Britain. Granted, it was warmer, but rain proved well for a nice day indoors. He hated the way people made fun of his accent, mocked it, teasing him. He hated how he could barely express himself. After his parents basically threw him on the street at 18 he began living with his kind aunt who had always lived in the states. Still, he loved to make a fool of the city, creating graffiti, smashing mail boxes, and stapling posters that spoke the truth about the bloody government on every tree. Yup, he was one of those people. And as far as he was concerned, that was how it needed to stay. That's how he met the girl next to him; in state wide detention.
Natalia had moved here from Belarus because her mother had gotten a job. She spent most of her life here learning English, being able to speak it fluently now. She had the same problems as a kid as Arthur had, except her parents let her stay at their place, or at least they would until she was 21. She was saving her money to be able to live in a small, run down apartment in which she and Arthur had decided they would share together. They shared no romantic relationship, just similar lives. Natalia was dating a tough Russian man named Ivan. Arthur had only met him once, and had made it clear to her that he never intended on meeting him again, as he kind of scared him. She was 19 now, and it had been 5 years since she had met her partner in crime.
A noise is what caught Arthur's attention, making his stop painting and be on full alert.
"Did you hear that?" He asked, his head rapidly looking left and right.
"No. Stop being so paranoid Arthur, you need to focus." She said, her tone dry.
There was the sound of metal falling against pavement.
"There, did you hear it that time?" He asked again.
"Y-Yes." She said, dropping her spray can and looking around.
Suddenly there was a figure coming to their left.
"HEY!" It yelled.
"Run!" Arthur quickly stated as he pushed Natalia in front of him.
They ran around a block and under a street light, pulling their hoods up as they did.
"HEY, STOP!" The figure yelled, running after them. Oh crap, it was an officer.
"Go faster!" Arthur urged.
"I'm trying, shut up!" She yelled back.
As they rounded the next corner Natalia slipped and fell, unable to get up as she injured her leg. Arthur had run past her when she fell and was trying to slow himself down. If he stopped while at such a fast pace, he'd fall too.
"Arthur!" She called.
"I'm coming!" He said, groaning to himself as he ran back to her, going to pick her up.
Then he felt the left side of his face stinging, feeling numb before pain set in. It took a minute to register the fact that someone had hit him. He looked up through blonde bangs to see a hooded man staring back at him, smiling devilishly. It wasn't a cop that had been chasing them; it had been a member of a gang Arthur had had to deal with when it came to turfs.
"Look who it is! Kirkland, it's been a while since I've had the pleasure to deal with you!" The man laughed.
"Peter, leave us alone, or I'll kick your ass!" Arthur warned. This was Peter Kirkland. Yes, they had the same last name, but they were in no way related. Peter was a young minded teenager (Yall' remember when he was a grown teenage male in the one Hetalia episode? That's the version of him I'm using) that always tended to get on Arthur's nerves.
The two had it out a lot mainly due to the fact that Arthur was both too stupid and too stubborn to leave the area Peter tried to clam as his own, alone.
"I'd like to see you try old man!" Peter laughed looking to Belarus.
"Whoa, she's hot, when'd you pick that up?" Peter snickered; nodding to the girl whose leg was bleeding from the fall.
"Would you go away?" Arthur snarled.
"Oh no, now I want myself a piece of that right there, Ahaha!" Peter took a step towards Natalia before Arthur, who had been on the opposite side of her, stepped over her, standing between her and Peter.
"Leave her alone Peter, we do this every time!" Arthur glared.
"Then are you ready for a fight old timer? Cause' one of these days, that pretty girl right there will have no choice but be on our side!" Peter clenched his hands into fists.
"I told you, I don't run a gang anymore!" Arthur said, defensively pushing Natalia, who was trying to sand up, behind him as he crouched, preparing for another fight with a soul idiot.
"You liar!" Peter snorted before running to hit Arthur, you barley dodged it. He was much more skilled than Peter, wrapping his leg around the boy's knees then jerking him forward so he feel flat on his back. He then pinned him and hit him once.
He then stopped himself, he wasn't into violence.
"Go home Peter, or you will be so injured by the time you go back, they'll say: holy shit, is that a man or some freak bitch of nature?!" Arthur said softly as he let the boy go, standing and walking back to Natalia who held her leg as she leaned against a wall.
"You think I'm the only one that shows up to this bull?" Peter, a bit weary, said as he stood and began to back off.
Understanding the threat, Arthur turned his back to Natalia, having her climb up on his back. He held her legs in front of him and she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on as he quickly walked them out of the alley, making his way to their shack.
"You okay back there?" He asked turning his head a bit.
"I'm fine, bastard, keep walking." She hissed. Arthur chuckled at this, shaking is head.
"God I hate him." Arthur sighed.
"Don't we all? When we get to the shack you need to put a large bandage around my leg, okay? Nothing's broken, but it's bruised, battered, and bleeding." She informed.
"Honestly dear, you'd think you would learn to slow down when turning. This is the second time this month I've had to carry you home." Arthur teased.
"Well then, stop protecting me if it bothers you so much or I'll place my knife straight to your neck." She said, her tone dull.
"I know, I know." Arthur said, waving her threat off.
When the reached their small shack where they usually hung out, two faced looked up. One was a girl named Yekaterina, Belarus' sister; the other was a boy from Norway named Lukas.
Lukas raised an eyebrow in question. He had short blonde hair, and dull blue eyes. He usually didn't say much, and was a little mysterious; no one knew much about his past. He would, however, randomly rant about things he didn't like. He was, other than that, shy. He and Arthur shared similarities in rather odd hobbies, like magic and having imaginary friends.
Yekaterina was shy too, and looked very innocent. Or, at least she tried to. She had huge, like, ridiculously huge, breasts. This led to a lot of unwanted comments and back pain. However, she usually got what and who she wanted because of them. She had short, kind of sleek silver hair, and was tall. She was sweet, loving, and motherly in most cases. She, however, sometimes was a bit dramatic. She always had issues with shirts too. She only owned buttoned ones, because of her odd boyfriend who insisted on buying shirts a bit too tight for her. This led to the button around her chest constantly popping off. Both Arthur and Lukas tried to refrain from either staring, or saying something, both leading to slight embarrassment of noticing it in the first place.
"Well, are you going to tell us what happened?" Lukas asked after a long silence.
"She fell running from Peter, I protected her, don't worry." Arthur said, shaking his head as he sat her down next to Yekaterina who began bandaging the wound.
"Peter?! Sometimes I really hate that boy, just look at what he does to my sister!" Terina (they called her that for short) cried out.
"I just hate him in general." Arthur smiled. Suddenly his phone rang.
"Ello'? Oh it's you." Arthur frowned.
"Hello Arthur, seems you've beat up our Peter again. You wont get away so easy!" A man on the other end yelled. Arthur just grinned.
"I have a splendid idea! Why don't we play a game of fuck off? You go first." With this Arthur hung up, throwing his phone to the opposite chair.
The three listening laughed.
"I win!" Arthur said with sarcastic excitement as he stood, clenched both hands into fists and shook them above his head as he went to go get something to snack on.
"Hey Arthur, how are you coming on paying your bills?" Terina asked, finished up the bandaging.
"I'm doing okay I guess." Arthur lied, he was doing awful. But how the hell was he going to make money quickly? No way, that's how. It was God's bloody joke.
"I could help you, if you want." Lukas softly said.
"No thanks, I've got this under control." Arthur gave a fake smiled then frowned upon turning back around. This night was not going well.
"She's not hurt too badly." Terina said, letting Natalia sit back normally as the bandage was put on snuggly.
"Good, I tried to keep her safe, as I promise to do with all of you. Ever since our gang split up, we've had to look after each other and will continue to do so." Arthur said.
"Oh thank you! You really were the best leader!" Terina said, jumping up and hugging him. He tensed. It was so awkward being hugged by her…
"You can let go now." Arthur said after a minute.
"Sorry!" She apologized.
"Lets all go to our homes. It has been an okay night, not much report on the day, but so be it. Goodnight you all and have a pleasant tomorrow." Arthur bid before throwing his coat on and leaving.
God, how was he going to get enough money to pay bills? He needed a job, but due to obvious reasons, he couldn't get one, everyone was too weary…what the hell was he to do now? It wasn't like a job was just going to fall from the sky.
Well, that's what he thought until the next night. And a strange night it would be…
A/N: So that's the beginning, everyone's back stories and what not. I know it looks serious, but you have to know what went down before Arthur meets some one tomorrow night. Plz review guys, reviews are love! Also, they give me confidence if good and help if they point out something I might be doing wrong! Thanks, bye sirs!
P.S. Lukas in Norway, Yekaterina is Ukraine. Also I wish I could label this story: Romance/Humor/Drama/Sexy ^-^