The lush green and gold scenery seem to move past at a steady pace, yet when he focused on an object in a distance it seemed to pass his field of vision in seconds.

How he hated coming to America.

He hated how he had to come here because he couldn't stay home, he hated how his parents CHOSE to send him here. He felt so betrayed. He felt so alone.

He let out a shaky breath his grip on the seat tightening. He scowled his lip pursed into a thin line. No he did not like this hell at all.

He bit the inside of his cheek peering out the window again seeing the station coming into view, that meant he was about to meet his 'foster family' whom he doesn't know a thing about. For all he knows the bloody family could be abusive! Cruel, merciless, they couldn't care less about him and he would only be their burden.

It was absolutely degrading. One moment he was happy at home and going to school the *wham!* He's packed up with a gas mask, shoes, and other necessities shipped off to bloody America! The only from his damn parents were a blasted 'we're sorry we sent you to a foreign country see you afterwards love you!' Letter. Fucking lovely!

He was torn from his thoughts when the train Screeched to a halt leaving his heart racing and ears throbbing.

Fumbling with the seat belt he unbuckled it and grabbed his single suitcase. He walked down the Isle seeing the few people who were still gathered at their seats. With a sigh he stepped out feeling the blazing sun's heat instantly.

He then began to ponder again. How would his foster family find him now sure he had a label but…? Was he to wait for them? Maybe they we're not here, maybe they decided not to bother, maybe-

Maybe there was a woman and two boys holding a sign that said:

"Arthur Kirkland"

He flushed slightly feeling rather stupid for worrying over such miniscule thing. He slowly made his way through the crowd making his way over to the group, he presented himself with a simple 'hullo'.

"Howdy! So ya'll are Arthur then?" The woman asked her eyes drawn to the tag pinned on his jacket. Arthur immediately noticed the southern drawl. Wonderful he had to live with savages.

He nodded, "It's quite nice to meet you um-"

"Amelia Jones" The woman's smooth southern sorta… airy voice spoke. She seemed to have tried to present herself along with her family, sporting a pink and white laced dress. He looked up to see her piercing blue eyes, that stood out with her wheat coloured hair that seemed to curl and went to her jaw framing it.

"It's nice to meet you" he said nodding respectfully.

"My my so polite" Mss. Jones complimented chuckling a smile beaming on her face. "Now then these are my sons I'm happy to know ya'll are close to the same age! Why don't Y'all introduce yer'selves" She said pushing the two brothers closer they wore similar dress clothes and faces.

"Oh well um, my name is M-Mathew. It's nice to meet you Arthur" the one boy said quietly shuffling his feet. Arthur barley saw his face from the longer locks falling in it as he kept his head down, he peered and noticed the deep blue, almost violet coloured eyes glancing shyly behind the wavy strands in his face.

"Tsk always gotta shy away huh boy?" Mathew blushed at his mother's amused comment.

"Yeah bro don't be like that! Anyway names Alfred and your names arthur? that's a cool name! It's real nice tah meetcha!" He burst out of nowhere grabbing his hand shaking it. The brit flinched at the sudden loud booming voice and physical contact scowling, must he be so loud? His completion resembled his brothers. The similar coloured hair only shorter that and very unkept with a cow lick, he had a boisterous look in his baby blue eyes that matched his wide grin similar to his mums.

"Ah- yes very nice to meet you two Alfred, Mathew" he said feeling slightly overwhelmed.

"Now that we got the greetins out of the way, we should prolly get on home. Arthur looks like he's a-might ready to fall asleep right here!" The blonde woman laughed picking up the lads suitcase.

Arthur blushed when she said that, the two boys snickered slightly and arthur promptly glared at them.

"Now now no more lolygagging let's get goin I should get supper started and a bed made for our guest" she chided softly giving them a look the British boy couldn't read. He huffed following them down the paved dirt road to a beat up old worn ford truck.

"You have a Lorry? I haven't seen one of these before" he said curling his lip at the mud stains.

"A huh? You mean the truck right? You british people have darn strange words Fer things" The ruder blonde spoke bluntly causing Arthur's large eyebrows to twitch giving the dumbfounded boy a spectacul to see.

"Alfred!" Jones snapped giving him a swift smack upside his head, "dontcha go 'round bein rude to our guests! I bet we all sound just as different to him as you think he sounds to yah"

She sure hit the nail on the head with that. The accent seemed so foreign and unnatural warping the words he knew so well into words unrecognizable, not to mention the strange dialect for different things.

"Sorry ma"

"Don't apologize tah me" Alfred looked down sheepishly before looking at him.

"Sorry Arthur"

"It's quite alright"

'As if' Arthur thought. He already started hating the other boy he was going to live with. He was loud, idiotic, and not to mention rude.

He sighed as he watched them all pile into the pick up slowly sliding in with them.

"Sorry about him eh?" A soft voice spoke next to him when he buckled in. He jumped letting out a short yelp of surprise.

"Bullocks when did you get here?" He gasped.

"Ha!" Alfred laughed as though it was the funniest thing in the world.

The violet eyed boy sighed and punched his brother in the arm.

"idiot de frère" he muttered.

Arthur looked out the window feeling the heat more intense now that he was crammed in the small space. He looked out the window seeing the trees and fields pass by missing the sight of the gray brick houses he used to see. He missed the cool rainy weather he played in, he missed being home…

"Hey Mattie why guess what?"

"What?"

"I was right! You are invisible even to the British!"

"Shut up Al"

"Boys enough fightin!" Jones scolded. Arthur sighed enjoying the quiet of the lorry. Well until…

He flinched feeling Mathew shoved against him.

"Moom! Alfred shoved me"

"Did not!"

"Now ya'll behave yah hear!"

'Oh blimey I'm not going to last a day here'