A/N: This story is my idea, but the characters don't belong to me; they belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.

On a simple day, a small yet big family walks through the town. The family has the natural parents and four sons. A small young boy comes around a street corner with the distant family in front of him. The blond was always behind the other five and never really got along with them; he could say that he actually hated them, but he always had a part of him say that he does love his family. The only thing he hated was that they don't give him a lot of attention or play with him, but he knew that they still cared; it's just that he wished for them to care more.

Arthur was just a young lad when the unexpected happened to him; since he trailed behind his family, he was snatched away from them. When he was taken, his mouth was covered and he couldn't yell; he knew that it would be useless to yell for his family, but he wanted to do something to make him feel like they'd hear and come for him. The small Brit started to fear for his life as he was separated from his family; farther and farther they seemed to be as he watched them slowly walk. The lad started to whine as he thought his family wouldn't care about him being kidnapped, yet he didn't think the one possibility of them actually wanting him back.

He didn't know that his family noticed it instantly, his absence. The eldest son, Alistair, turned to see why the youngest was so quiet, only to see that Arthur wasn't just silent; the young boy was gone. This alerted the Scotsman as he yelled at his family. He didn't think that the days he was gone, cops were helping his father and brothers look for him. They were worried about him and when the usual whole day passed for them to make a missing persons poster and search, they took the chance and looked for the smallest person that was missing from their family. He didn't realize that when he was saved, a single shout to his family made them all die.

The cops tracked the kidnappers to a single warehouse and surrounded it. Arthur's family was with them when they surrounded the building even though that it's against regulation to bring any civilian to a hostile area. The father, though, wouldn't allow them finding his son without him. Once they were in position, they stormed into the abandoned warehouse, finding the boy tied up to a chair. Arthur was so glad to see the familiar figures and shouted, alerting his takers, and making them shoot anyone who was in the way.

Before Arthur's eyes laid his dead family, and all he did was shout "Daddy!" He never thought that the cruel people that had taken him would kill his family when in range of their guns. He was just happy to see that his family did care about him, did search for him, and did try to save him. His salted tears fell from the green eyes he had, shimmering against the pale light that pointed to him as he wailed. The pain of loss consumed him and he didn't like it; being alone means no one will be there for him.

Arthur Kirkland, a boy who lost his family at the age of five, lived in an orphanage. He made a few friends: two Italian brothers who looked exactly like one another even though they were two years apart, a French boy who would always bother the Brit for any reason or excuse, a Spaniard who was first frightened of the silent lad, but soon got over the fright and befriended him, and an albino Prussian that claimed to be awesome and tried with all his damnedest to make the stubborn blond laugh.

Arthur Kirkland, a British child, was now waiting for a new probable home. As he waited, him and his friends would go on adventures in the woods behind the orphanage. They got into messes that were easy to get out of, but sometimes they had to call for help; either way, they still had fun. That was what Arthur needed; friends to have fun with. During one of their adventures, one of the Italians had feel into a pit. Arthur was the only one with the younger Italian and didn't know what to do. He looked around as Feliciano yelled and soon jumped down into the pit with him. Feli hugged him and cried, but the Brit pushed him away and looked at him. "You need to get out and get some one to help me." He nodded. Everyone knew that Feli was the fastest person in the orphanage, so once Arthur pushed him up out of the pit, he ran.

Arthur sighed as he sat down. Just bloody great. He stared at the opening and waited for his friends to come back. Hours had passed and he felt like that Feli had forgotten him, but then remembered something. He wouldn't remember where to go to the orphanage or the way back here. He sighed again and tried to climb out. "Damn my shortness." He mumbled after the tenth time he fell. The Brit shook his head and tried for the last time; he pulled a root and tried to pull himself up, but as he put his foot in a gap, he fell. Some roots gripped around the foot in the gap and he yelled at the sudden pain he felt.

"He's over here!" He suddenly hears. He recognized the voice instantly as he saw Francis appear. "Arthur!" The boy dropped down and pushed the British boy up so the foot could get loose, and for him to fall fully to the ground. "What happened? Feli came running to us crying and saying that you were in trouble."

"It was him that was in trouble first." He explains. "We were just walking around and suddenly the ground fell under him. He's bloody lucky to not have hurt himself."

"Yeah, but you're the one who got hurt instead." Francis shook his head. "Mon ami, you just attract danger, don't you?" It was true, and Arthur wouldn't say anything to deny it. He sighed and stared at the others above them. The French boy remembered the others and shouted. "Gilbert, Antonio, get something for us to use so we can hoist him up out of here."

"Don't bother." Francis looked at the Brit in his arms and pouted. "I don't need to be saved by bloody gits. I can get myself out."

"Stop being stubborn!" The other blond boy shook the injured one. "Of course you need help, mon cher; everyone needs help when they're in trouble or in danger."

"But every time someone tries to help me, something bad happens." Arthur hated that simple observation he made, but it seemed to be true to him. When he got stuck in a tree, someone helped them, but that someone ended up going to a hospital with a broken ankle. Another time he fell down some stairs and a friend had helped him to the lady who watches them; the kid ended up screaming as the wooden floor under him broke and encased his one leg. The many splinters in the boys legs, and all those scratches from the sharp ends made the boy terrified of walking on wooden floors. The other time that something happened... "When my family tried to help me, they were shot and killed." Francis blinked as he was told the sentence. "I don't want anything to happen to anyone, so just leave me alone."

He tried to struggle, but the French blond refused to let him go. Arthur started to do random curses on the other boy; one was: "have all the wolves or coy-dogs come after you!" He regretted that statement. Right after he said it, all they could here was Feli shouting. "Francis! Get him out now! There are scary dogs coming towards us!"

The blond holding the injured boy scurried around and handed him to Gilbert. The Brit didn't fight against them since he was too shocked about the dogs actually being there. Antonio helped Francis out, and as soon as they were all on their feet, started to run. The dogs started to bark and chase after them. Arthur was too scared to comprehend anything, but soon realized that the reason why they were out was because it was after dark. "You bloody gits came for me after dark?"

"We couldn't have left you all alone out here!" Antonio shouted as he ran.

"You should've! It would have been better!"

"Just shut up and let us run!" Gilbert glared at the Brit in his arms but soon focused on the path before him. "You're a friend, and friends never leave others behind!"

Arthur stopped arguing with the group and paid attention to the dogs behind him, but...there weren't any. "Do you all realize that there aren't any dogs behind us?"

The group started to slow as they finally got out of the woods; they looked behind them and saw that he was right, but only for a second. "Shit!" Romano shouted as a dog leapt out towards him. "The damn dogs are still here!" They all got into the orphanage and ran into their rooms. As soon as they came through the doors, they plopped onto the beds and heaved for some air. "Way to lie, Arthur."

"Romano, shush, he didn't know. He probably didn't see them on the sides, and anyway, he was being carried." Antonio tried to defend the Brit, but Arthur knew better than to have someone help him out.

"No, he's right." Gilbert had set him down in a chair and he gazed at the desk beside him as the others stared at him. "I didn't see them, but it still doesn't mean that I didn't lie..."

"Shut up Arthur!" Francis came over to the boy's side and slapped him as if it could put some sense into the blond's mind. "You just need to stop talking about all the negative." Arthur sat there and felt his stinging cheek. "Sometimes I think you just need to keep that mouth of yours shut."

The Brit blinked and looked at his hands. "You're right..." he whispered to himself. After a few seconds of silence, Arthur slowly got up and limped to his room. He locked his door and didn't come out until midday the next day.

A week passed after that scare they all had and he found a a nice home to live in. As soon as he arrived at his house, terrible things happened. He said something to his new parents and the father had cut his hand; it wasn't the Brit's fault, but after all that's happened to him, he believe it was. He decided that he shouldn't speak anymore. "It only hurts the people I care about." His new parents were sad, but let him do what he wanted.

Arthur Kirkland is now a young teenager who chooses not to speak. He lives with a nice family he cares about and has friends; the ones he met in the orphanage. None of them understood why the Brit chose to be mute, but didn't comment on his choice. Francis was the one who Arthur told his reason to; of course the Frenchman thought it was a stupid thing, but as Arthur shared all of the things he's seen, lived through, and done because of him and his bloody voice, Francis understood. Since the French blond knew and understood the Brit's story, he told it to the others.

Now, everyone was sad, but lived with the speechless blond that forbade himself to speak. The only thing Arthur never thought about, though, was the possibility that a certain new boy could make him want to speak; he never even thought about falling in love and wishing to say the three words he'd probably never say; "I love you."

A/N: Yeah, so i had this idea come to me in a daydream about someone choosing to not speak and live a life mute, but then someone shows up in their life and makes it difficult for them not to speak. At first i had Arthur in, which i still do, but then i started to think that Matthew probably would've been a better character for this since he's always quiet. I probably should've put Mattie as the main character, but once again, Arthur called me and claimed this spot. -Sigh- when will i ever do someone besides Arthur?

Well, since i've had this idea for a few days, i wanted to see where i could take it. This whole prologue basically shares what happened to him when he was younger, and what made him want to be mute. I hope it's all right and i'd like to hear what you all think. Should i continue or not?

Thanks for reading, loves! And be sure to tell me what you think ;) R&R.