Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.

Okay, so now I'm in the middle of writing three stories. Of course, that's fine by me. Anyways, this story takes place in a small town. Maybe there are people out there who can relate, but I've lived in one most of my life, and I absolutely hate it. Well actually, it's not too bad, so I can't say I hate it that much. That is, if you don't mind the problems that can come along with it. Based off of my own experience, most of the people in a small town tend to have a dead end way of thinking, and since everyone happens to know each other, rumors are easily spread. Also, walking down the street can feel as if you're the last man on Earth. On the bright side, you do get to have a lot of time for yourself, and it's never too noisy outside. These two factors create a nice writing environment if you ask me. Just thought I'd explain this to those of you who don't know what it's like.

Also this time, I made an outline of every single chapter. Unlike my previous stories, I should be able to write chapters a lot more effectively, instead of just knowing how the story begins, what the conflict is, and how it ends.

Triggers: Bullying and small town people (not the good type either)

Of course, reviews would be lovely. :)

Only a week had passed since summer vacation began, and Arthur was already bored out of his mind. Sure, he had plenty of books to read, sketch books to draw in, and could easily surf the internet on his computer, but none of those privileges seemed the least bit entertaining to him at the time. During the eighth grade, it had always been the same thing. Wake up, eat some breakfast, go to school, receive ridicule and threats from peers, continue to suffer through the lessons in a bored fashion, go home, eat dinner, and spend the rest of the day alone. Arthur was utterly exasperated with his uneventful life. The lack of positive action was enough to make him extremely depressed at times. Arthur continued to stare out the window, where he watched his new neighbors move in, and sighed, "I wish there was someone in this town I could hang out with, but what does it matter? I'm an introvert anyways, right? Exactly. I don't need any friends, I'll do just fine on my own."

Yet Arthur could feel a pang in his chest as the empty sensation that occupied him continued to develop. It was almost as if his body was mocking his lonely state. Eventually, he decided to lie down on his bed, and stare at the ceiling. The scene outside only caused the hole that grew in the pits of his chest to expand. Based on his observations, there was a married couple moving in, and a possibility of some children. Well, perhaps there weren't any young children. The couple did look as if they were in their forties, and based off of this one factor, Arthur assumed that if his new neighbors did in fact have any sons or daughters, they would be somewhere around his own age. Not that he cared, of course.

Seconds became minutes. Minutes became hours, and by the time his room gained an orange tint from the rays of a setting sun, Arthur decided to stretch from the bed, and glare out the window once more. His day had been completely wasted, and he loathed it. Despite the fact that he had absolutely nothing to do. Seeing that the new neighbors were no longer outside, Arthur decided to go out for a quick walk around the block. Maybe he just needed some fresh air. After all, he had been sitting in his room all day.

As soon as Arthur opened the front door of his house, he quickly used one of his hands to shield his eyes, and squinted from the overpowering sun's light assaulting his pale, verdant orbs. A few minutes passed before Arthur could finally uncover his eyes, but he was still squinting. That didn't matter to him, for his eyes could never adjust to such bright lights, and he was used to it. Arthur continued to observe the trees around him. Their beauty certainly did seem to carry out an inspiring scene for him, and it was enough to bring back a lively spark in his dull spirit. He continued to walk down the sidewalk, completely oblivious to everything in his surroundings aside from the trees. However, the moment was ruined when he turned the corner, and something clashed into him. The impact of the collision caused him to fall face forward onto the cement.

Arthur groaned as his nose began to sting. All he heard was a gasp, and felt someone help him stand up. When he caught sight of the individual who had helped him up, he couldn't help, but stare at him with a stunned expression. There stood a teen aged boy who was slightly taller than him. One that he's never seen before. The teen had blonde hair that flamed like a miniature sun, there was a natural glow to his flawless skin, and his eyes were an ideal, piercing shade of bright blue. There was no doubt about it, Arthur had never laid his eyes on such a beautiful individual. It was enough to make him want to claw at his own skin, and scream in a fit of pure envy. Not the easiest urge he had to hold back. The stranger examined Arthur, and stated with a frantic twitch, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to ram into you like that. And- oh my god! Your nose is bleeding! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Arthur glared at the teenager, ignoring the fact that his blood was threatening to drip onto the sidewalk, "Now get your hands off of me."

"Hold on a second," The stranger turned his attention towards his pocket, ignoring Arthur's snappy retort, "I think I might have a small thing of tissues in here somewhere. Oh, yes! There it is."

The stranger handed Arthur a plastic package full of tissues. It was obvious that the package had never been opened, so Arthur assumed that the tissues inside would be sanitary, and decided to take one before returning the remaining tissues to the other teenager. As Arthur began to properly care for his bloody nose, the other teen smiled, and greeted, "My name's Alfred. What's yours?"

Arthur continued to glare at Alfred as he thought with annoyance, Oh great. A hyperactive American who acts much too friendly. This is definitely the last thing I need right now. His response was much more snappy than he intended, "Why do you care about what my name is? It's not like we're ever going to see each other ever again!"

Alfred couldn't help but laugh at this statement, "I don't know, this town looks pretty small. I think we will see each other again."

"Fine," Arthur scowled, "My name's Arthur, but I still don't see why you'd be so interested in knowing who I am."

"Arthur," Alfred mused, and then continued to chuckle, "I like that name. It seems to describe you perfectly, and it's definitely a better name than Alfred. Seriously, who in the world would even consider calling their kid Alfred? Especially in this day and age."

Arthur failed to find the humor in the American's statement. He waited patiently for Alfred to recover from his fit of laughter, and the taller of the two finally continued onto a new subject, "Anyways, what are some things you do for fun? You look like you'll be going into high school soon. Are you going to join the football team?"

Oh gross. American football. Arthur cringed at the idea of joining such a brutal sport, and answered, "Bloody hell no. That has to be the worst sport ever conceived."

"Ha! How did I not see that response coming?" Amusement flashed in Alfred's eyes, "You're too small to play a sport like football anyways."

Sure, Arthur was not too fond of the sport, but the comment still stung. Alfred continued to ramble on, "Seriously, what are some things you're into? I doubt you're into any sports. What are your friends like?"

Arthur flinched at the last question, and replied bitterly, "I don't have any friends, and I don't need them. If you're so intent to know what I do during my free time, I'll have you know that I only do simple things such as reading for hours on end. There's absolutely nothing I do that would entertain the company of another person."

A dejected aurora radiated from Alfred as he responded, "Oh Arthur, I'll be your friend."

"I already told you, I don't need any friends," Arthur grumbled, "Besides, there are more interesting individuals in this town you could go befriend. You shouldn't hang out with someone as boring as me. You'll become so unpopular by the time high school starts, and it's just not worth it."

"I was never a popular person at my old school," Alfred assured, "So it will be worth it. We'll just both have something in common, and neither of us will have to start the school year as loners."

Arthur glanced at Alfred with uncertainty, and stated, "You seem really determined to become my friend."

"Why not?" Alfred explained, "You're extremely interesting, whether you want to believe it, or not."

It felt as if the conversation was now dragging on, Arthur just wanted to return to his bedroom, and never leave it's barriers again for a whole three months. Trying his best to conjure up an excuse to flee from Alfred's company, he affirmed, "It's getting much too hot outside. Can we just go home?"

"Already?" Alfred questioned, and when Arthur nodded, he sighed, "Well, do you think we could hang out some time soon?"

"Maybe," was all Arthur said before they began to make their way home. By the time Arthur was about to walk up to the front door of his house, he heard Alfred shout out in excitement, "Wait a minute, I live right next to you! We're neighbors! Oh this is going to be so much fun!"

Arthur just rolled his eyes, "Well of course we're neighbors, git."

"I swear," Alfred began, quivering with exaggerated exhilaration, "If you're going to be a freshman next year as well, my life will be complete."

At this statement, Arthur rested his forehead against his hand with great vexation, Great. Not only is he my neighbor, but he'll also probably be my classmate. Why does this blasted world hate me so much? He sighed, trying to ease the headache that was threatening to come, "Yes, I'm going to be a freshman. I suppose this means you're a freshman as well?"

Alfred nodded, "This is going to be so awesome! Well, I'll see you soon, bye!"

"Good bye," Arthur replied with a monotone, and quickly entered his house to add in a whisper, "and good riddance."

He stood there with his back against the door, as if he had barely managed to escape an agonizingly fatal death from a serial killer. By the time he regained his composure, he headed towards his room, ignoring the delicious aroma that came from the kitchen. Arthur was much too agitated to eat dinner at the moment. Once he was inside of his room, he laid down on his bed and began to stare at the ceiling once more. This time it wasn't out of boredom, but instead, he was lost in his vast world of thoughts. Why did that stupid American have to move next door to me? I already have enough problems with the people in this town.

Then he sighed as a realization hit him, Well, I suppose it's better to have him as a friend than to have him as an enemy. Lord knows I already have plenty of feuds going on in my life. Though I wish he would just leave me alone. Perhaps I'll find a way to stop the git from pestering me. One of these days. He rolled over to curl up, and lay on his side, suddenly becoming curious, Why in the world was Alfred running before he crashed into me anyways? He's already in shape. The answer came to him anyways, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself in utter disappointment, "Bloody idiot. He's practicing his skills for the stupid football team."

Arthur snuggled under the blankets on his bed. His thoughts were becoming bitter, Ugh, I really wish I didn't have to spend four more years with Francis and his trio getting in the way of my life. I already had to put up with them throughout elementary and middle school. Even during pre school. That would have never happened if this town wasn't so bloody small.

He thought back to the many times he had been singled out in front of all his peers. As the years passed, Arthur had realized that the bullying had only managed to become worse, and showed absolutely no signs of waning. Then he remembered what the multiple posts he had read on the internet told him, and tried to reassure himself, "Well, a lot of people who have been through middle school and high school have said that middle school was their least favorite part of their time as a student, and that high school will be better. Besides, my parents have told me that the higher the education is at a school, the better people will be, so surely I must have experienced the worst of it already, and have nothing to worry about."

Eventual, Arthur became much too frustrated to keep the thoughts to himself, so he retrieved one of his notebooks, and opened up to a fresh page. There were no stories being written in the journal, nor was it being used for any organized purpose such as containing outlines. Instead, it was a journal he would use to express his emotions. Of course, he didn't consider it a diary because for one, he was a male, not a female, and two, the journal didn't just contain entries about recent events in his life, but also had a fair share of poems, and quotes. Arthur was ashamed of the fact that he was into writing quotes and poems, but no matter how much ignominy there was to the social taboo, he still enjoyed it none the less. No matter how 'feminine' or 'emo' his peers considered it, Arthur could never stop this hobby.

Arthur grabbed a pencil from the pencil box he also kept under his bed, and began to write:

June 15th, 2015

Well some new neighbors finally moved into that house that's been empty for almost two years now, and I just so happened to meet one of them. He was a teenager, and his name was Alfred. I'm not sure if he has any siblings or not. Hopefully he doesn't, because one other teenager in the neighborhood is already too much for me to handle. I just don't understand why he already thinks we're friends, since we've only known each other for about an hour by now. Seriously, there's no way I can be friends with him. Isn't there any way of avoiding it?

Arthur thought about a solution for a moment. When an idea finally came to him, he continued:

Actually, it should be quite simple avoiding him. I just won't talk to him, and I definitely won't hang out with him. Sure, it's a hostile move, but maybe he'll eventually get the hint and just leave me alone. I mean, he is a git, but he can't be stupid enough not to pick up on a social que as simple as this one. Besides, he won't become my enemy. He'll just forget about my existence, and I'll never have to worry about him again. Well, maybe he won't entirely forget about me, but it's obvious what I mean.

Okay, so maybe this isn't the greatest idea. Well, since he could end up becoming friends with Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio. Then again, what would be the loss in that? I mean, surely that stupid trio will learn to grow up, and leave me alone. It's just like what the people on the internet said. Sure, it's possible that they've candy coated the whole situation, but I'd rather not indulge myself in such dread. Therefore, I'll go along with it. Besides, if they don't lay off, I WILL make them regret ever being born. This time I seriously mean it.

Arthur closed the journal, and shoved it under his bed along with his box of writing utensils. Now smiling to himself, he turned over, so that he was laying on his back. As he continued to stare at the ceiling, he announced quietly, "Well I think that plan ought a do the trick. Looks like I'll be alone this summer."

As quickly as the glee came, it disappeared. Only to be replaced with that of a desolate aura. Arthur's voice cracked as if he hadn't used it in quite a while as he whispered, "Alone. That's what I'll be. Quite a blessing if I do say so myself."