Welcome to Insanity's Lair!
Chapter One: Crappy Introductions
T for Arthur, language, darker themes, occasional gore, and older humor
Disclaimer this is the only time I shall say this, don't own Hetalia.
Ciao everyone! Here's my new story, people have been patiently waiting for. Yes, this is my remake of How To Save A Life but the two stories are VERY different. And yes, How To Save a Life was taken off FFN because I didn't think it met my standards of awesomeness. Forgive me, but Arthur's tale of death will never be revealed. This is also based off a movie.
Full Summary: Schizophrenic Punk, Arthur Kirkland once again picks a fight, landing himself not in detention but in a group home for misunderstood teenage boys. He arrives to find himself not surrounded by blood thirsty killers but by people with their own similar issues. Still skeptical, he decides to chin up and greet the people he came in with, Feliciano Vargas, Ivan Branski, and Um what's his name? Oh yeah, Matthew Williams. Not to mention, an American who stole the poor Brits heart by surprise….
Day 1
A large fist slammed on the table, not by a man, but by a six foot, furious lady. Her chocolate brown eyes full with anger.
"ARTHUR KIRKLAND! YOU BEAT UP, YET ANOTHER CLASSMATE, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY!" The principle yelled at the student in front of her.
Bored green eyes stared up at her, complete with a piercing above his eye, and "casual" lip ring. He had four piercings on his left ear, and only three piercings and two ear rings on the other side. He had unmistakably colorful hair, with many shades of green, yellow, and white. He had a slightly small cap on, and a crossed eyed Pegasus with gray fur was on his hat. He wasn't set without his classic British hoodie, and skinny ripped up jeans, along with leather boots. Arthur had many bracelets clutching around wrists, along with heavy eye make up, and possible lipstick. But his eyebrows made him look pretty comical.
The punk Brit narrowed his eyes, and replied calmly "The bastard made fun of Flying Mint Bunny, I had no choice." The older female's face soften.
"Arthur… I think… I am going to call your Mother okay? I assure you, your not in trouble." Arthur rolled his eyes irritably and picked up his black and green back-pack. He headed out the door he stopped in his tracks.
"Try not to tell her I broke his arm." Arthur closed the door without a word said.
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"Seriously!? Bro, you are such a bad ass! Almost as awesome as me!" A albino clapped a hand on the Brits back, while walking home.
"No Gilbert, it's not that awesome" Arthur mumbled, but a smirk was painted plainly on his face.
"Don't sound so modest; don't want to sound like a prep now do you?" Arthur tugged angrily on the taller teenager's leather jacket. Gilbert kicked the shorter boy in the shins with his high tops, in return he received a punch in his chest.
"Hey, Arthur not so rough you're going to awake Gilbird!" Gilbert complained as he rubbed the area where his hot-tempered friend hit him.
"Stop rubbing Fluttershy's arse, wanker, my home is up here." The albino made a face of disgust and dropped his hand to his side, leaving his shirt with a colorful yellow Pegasus on it, alone. Arthur nodded a goodbye but was pulled back by a strong grip on his hand. He was roughly turned around by his Prussian friend. Gilbert looked at Arthur with pleading ruby eyes.
The Brit gritted his teeth and flicked the taller male's forehead, and stormed off. He trudged up to his house, and slammed the front door behind him.
Gilbert smiled cockily and headed for his house.
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Arthur closed the refrigerator, with a scone in his mouth he headed over to his computer in the living room. He sat on the comfortable office chair and put on his headset. He opens up a couple of websites. After about an hour of this or so, his Mother a relatively tall female, with long sugar blonde pigtails, and thick rimmed glasses impatiently tapped him on the shoulder.
Arthur seemed to growl, and turns his music louder. His Mom began called his name, loudly, while shaking him. But Arthur wouldn't budge, he had Gamer Fever.
His Mother groaned and pulled the plug behind his computer screen. Arthur screamed a string of swears at his Mom, who sighed angrily.
"ARUTHR, SHUT. UP. We need to talk, get your arse over to the table, now." She yelled firmly, dragging her son by the ear to the table. He was met with laughter and teasing as soon as he stepped into the small dinner room. His no good brothers, Allistor, John, Max, Mark, and Peter were making laughing at him, mocking him. Arthur snapped back around but was tugged to the table by his terrifyingly angry Mom.
Arthur slapped her hand away and hesitantly plopped into his usual seat, far from his family.
The son's mother cleared her throat and wiped her eyes. The teenagers noticed her face expression twisted from angry to sad.
Her emerald eyes vibrated gloom, suddenly as she looked over to Arthur.
"Artie, we need to discuss your future…" His brothers snickered but were put off by a cold stare from their mom.
"I… I don't think... You're stable... To live with us or go to school anymore…" Arthurs face expression brightens.
"Are you bloody kidding me!?" He perked up happily. "I am going to live with Dad right? Or maybe... Gilbert!?" The teenager's Mom held a face of disappointment.
"No. I decided, we decided its best if you go to live with… People like you…" His family quieted.
"People like me? I don't understand what you're saying." Arthur's happiness quickly died down, and replaced his smiled with a frown.
"Artie… We thinks its best… If you go to live in.. A… Group home" Arthur's jaw hit the floor.
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Arthur snarled angrily at his older brothers were trying to drag him out of the house.
"Let go of me you bloody pricks!" He kicked, scratched, bit, and hit his brothers.
"Come on! We don't have. All. DAY!" With one last tug the two taller red heads, Allistor and John had got him in their super human strong grip.
The twins shared the weight of a suitcase each and the youngest and only blue eyed brother, Peter, clumsily carried a black and green laptop along with headphones down stairs, to the family's mini van.
"I am going to be late to work for this." Allistor grunted and literally chucked Arthur into the back of the van.
"Imagine my boss when she sees me arrive there late! If I get fired, I swear to the lord!" John exclaimed leaning against the trunk of the car, while Arthur pounded at the glass.
Soon enough the whole family was tightly squeezed into the car, and was bumping down the road. Luckily, Arthur stopped struggling and sat in a child's chair while playing a round of Pinball on his del laptop, due to the lack of Wi-Fi.
A fairly large and colorful building appeared up ahead. Arthur gagged and returned to his match.
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The poor family had to repeat the process of getting the furious punk out of the car, which resulted in some bruises, a black eye, and some crying from Peter.
Finally, Arthur was checked in, and a nice lady was trying to give him a tour, keyword trying. The next time he turned around to wave his Mother and brothers in orange and yellow lobby, they were gone.
The Brit's hearted dropped and he reluctantly followed the lady to his doom.
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"And this is where you will be stay so- A door slammed into the ladies face as Arthur claimed his room.
"What a freaking brat." She murmured and turned away.
Inside, were three other teenagers unpacking. Arthur analyzed the males in the room. One of which had reddish brown hair with a large stubborn curl sticking out. His eyes were a soothing honey-brown and a talking to the others in the room with a thick, cheery Italian accent. A shy, gothic Canadian nodded his head, as he sat on his bed, sulking. He had circle glasses and long ginger blonde hair. He had the strangest blue-violate eyes. The boy above him was sitting Japanese style; he had gray blonde hair with deep purple eyes. He had quite the nose and he was extremely tall.
The three teenagers looked to him. The Italian one ran up and hugged the Brit, speaking rapid Italian. Arthur was in fact use to this, due to the fact most of his scene friends hugged him at random times. But this short kid wasn't scene.
Arthur roughly pushed the shorter boy off. The Canadian smiled, he seemed to be looking the punk over, Arthur shivered and coughed as the Russian smiled at him.
"Hello, um, I am Arthur Kirkland, pleased to meet you all." He stated hastily.
"Ve~ my name is Feliciano, Feliciano Vargas!" Feliciano cupped Arthur's hands. Arthur raised a furry eyebrow.
"M-my name I-is Matthew W-w-Willams." Matthew the Canadian stood up shakily, and stretched out a hand. Arthur hesitantly shook the stranger's palm.
"My name" The Russian over us paused in the middle of his sentence. "Ivan Branski." Ivan peered down and waved.
The three teenagers eagerly looked at him, waiting for the Brit to respond.
"Are you guys new here?" Arthur asked causally, taking his possessions out of his suitcase and placing his clothes in an empty drawer.
"Da." "Ve~" "I g-guess…"
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Why don't they speak like normal humans?' He thought to himself, and turned around.
"Do you guys know what were supposed to do next?" Matthew held his schedule up so the punk could see.
"Do you h-have one?" The Canadian gingerly asked.
"No. I guess I'll just follow you guys, because it looks the people who made you're schedule made them all the same." Arthur facepalmed as Ivan and Feliciano exchanged glances and look at the pieces of paper in their hands.
Arthur looked at the clock on the overly colorful wall. The time was 2:32. It's only been about thirty minutes and his patience was already wearing thin.
"Look, you idiotic gits, we are supposed to be at "Group Therapy"." Arthur snapped and picks up his IPod and rainbow ear buds.
The room had a chorus of groans, as they all followed Arthur out of the room.
Soon enough, the group got to the group therapy, only getting caught in three dead ends, tripping twice, and one Arthur was swearing at the international teenagers.
They all took their seat on the floor. Arthur, being outgoing tried to scoot away from his strange room mates. But only Feliciano left to go socialize.
Arthur brutality grinded his teeth as the ginger blonde and snow haired Russian kept following him around. He finally sighed in defeat and sat next to an older looking teenager, with flawless long blonde hair, and shimmering blue eyes. The older blonde winked at Arthur. The Brit felt a cold pit in his stomach, telling him to run.
"Bonjour la, nouvelle?" The French teenager, asked. (Hello there, new?)
"Oui, maintenant, moi faire une faveur et faire chier!" Arthur replied, knowing quite a bit of French himself. (Yes, now do me a favor and piss off!)
"By the way, I am Francis. Welcome." Arthur rolled his eyes.
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Arthur massaged his aching temples and carried his tray of food outside of the splitting loud cafeteria. He pressed against the wall and slumped down to the floor. He started eating his food in peace, before; of course a noisy male tripped over Arthur and he feel flat on his face.
"WHAT BLOODY FUC- he shut his mouth quickly as his blazing green eyes meet shiny sky blue ones.
"Sorry bro!" He stretched to get up, and brushed the remaining mush of food of his baggy clothes.
The American had neat, dirty blonde side bands with a gratify defying cowlick. He wore a black t-shirt with the disfigured words of "Beatles", which made Arthur give him a slight grin. His sweat pants were soaked with chocolate milks and he had no shoes.
Compared to all the annoying Americans Arthur has seen, this one was the cutest.
The Brit gave the younger teenager a friendly gesture and shook his head.
"No issue, really. My name is Arthur and yours." Being the gentleman at heart he helped the other teenager up.
"Nice! My name is Alfred F Jones! Are you British, because your accent is awesome!" Alfred squealed as Arthur gave a nod. "Oh here, let me show you to shower rooms your going to need to wash up, Alfred took Arthurs hand and dragged him into a room labeled "Washrooms."
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After an interesting experience with his new American friend, Arthur headed back to his room, carrying his dirty clothes with him. As soon as he opened the door he was greeted with a pillow ramming into his face.
Feliciano, Ivan, and Matthew were giggling, reading PopStar magazines and drinking StarBucks Coffee. Arthur's eyes widen in surprise.
"Where did you get all that?" He asked astounded.
"We were good boys!" They all replied and scooted away to the punk could sit down. They passed him a bowl of Pringles and began to gossip about Edward and Bella from Twilight. They chatted about cute girls, and "kawaii" boy bands from all over the world.
Arthur let a small grin break loose; he wasn't used to this kind of bond, not after he moved from his home country.
"So, are you guys about fourteen or what?" The Brit thought he would probably be the oldest one there! But their face expression look offended.
"Are serious da? I am seventeen." Arthur's expression wasn't that surprised, that explains where the tallness came from.
"I a-am only e-e-eighteen…" Matthew sputtered. Arthur gulped, and looked at Feliciano. 'He HAS to be under eighteen.' Arthur mumbled.
"Me!? Oh I am just twenty!" Arthur's face hit the floor.
"Y-y-yeah, were pretty young, Ivan and that A-American dude are the youngest…" Matthew piped up.
Arthur raised his brows, and shakily said, "Oh bullocks.. I am just turned fifteen.." The room gasped, and patted his back.
"Well look at the bright side amico! You look older than most of the adults here!" Feliciano smiled trying to cheer up his friend.
Arthur crawled into his bed, plopped his face into his pillow and screamed.
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The lights were all out, the silence was heavy in the air. All the younger male could only hear the soft snores of his roommates and the classical hoot of an owl.
Poor Arthur couldn't sleep and just stared at the ceiling since he was on the top of the bunk bed.
He moaned silently, and snarled "What the bloody hell have I gotten myself into?"
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