A/N: Annnnddddd I'm back bros. That is the longest I will ever take away from writing. I kind of lost my muse for everything, but now I have an idea for three stories. 2 of which are USUK sooo yea. Here's the story I'll finish talking to you later. Byeeeeeeeeeeeee
"Come on Arthur, it's a new start for us. You should be happier" a short plump woman smiles at Arthur, who is still sitting in the moving truck, hood up, and ear buds in. He rolls his eyes and turns his music up, I didn't want this. She lets out a frustrated huff and pulls the door open, "dear, I know you didn't want to move here with your step-father, but it's a whole new start for us. Please at least help, for me?" She looks up at him with apologetic eyes. He sighs slightly and gets out, "Alright mum, I'll help. I know this is important to you." He smiles which causes his bright green eyes to sparkle. His mom gives him a light hug, "thank you poppet. Mummy loves you so much," she pulls back with a sad smile on her face "I'll be in the kitchen setting things up. Go help your step-father with the furniture."
Elena Kirkland was a kind, plump woman, who would do anything for her only son. The only thing she has ever done wrong to him was marry Cyril Stoehr. She had no idea what things went on in private between her 2nd husband and her son.
I don't want to see that bastard; he lets out a sigh and fiddles with his beaded necklace as he looks up at the clear blue sky. "I might as well get this the bloody 'ell over with." He goes around to the back of the truck and picks up a box labeled, "Arthur's Trinkets". A small smile plays on his lips as he picks up the box of some of his most important items and begins to walk towards the house. THUMP! The last thing he remembered seeing was a pair of baby blue eyes before he fell to the ground, spilling the box's contents all over the lawn.
"Oh shit dude, I didn't expect anyone to trip on my ball. Sorry man, I was gonna pick it up but then ya kinda got in the way." Arthur looks up to where the voice is coming from. Kneeled in front of him was a tall, muscular, blond haired-blue eyed boy who couldn't be much older than him. A slight blush flows into his face and he is unsure of whether it is from anger or from how cute this stranger looked with his goofy yet warm smile. I guess this is punishment for being gay, oh bloody well. Arthur lets out a frustrated huff and gives a cold glare towards the other boy. "Why don't you watch where the bloody 'ell you throw your shit!" He gets on his knees and starts putting his things back in the box when something flicks the side of his head.
"That's no way to talk to your new neighbor British boy. I'm Alfred by the way." He turns to look at Alfred who, even though he is smiling, has a hard look in his eyes. "Well I don't bloody care who you are or what your name is. Be more careful next time. Now leave me the hell alone." He turns his head back to what he was doing, letting his blond and green hair fall in his eyes. He hears an annoyed chuckle, "I never knew you would be such a douchebag," Alfred gets up, leaves crinkling beneath his feet "don't talk to me at school. See you there dude!" He lets out a sarcastic smile and jogs on over to his own house. Stupid bastard, I wouldn't give you a second glance. Arthur lets out a sigh and carries the box into the house just in time for dinner.
"Elena, I don't approve of your sons' clothing or his attitude. Mein Gott he looks like a fuckin' delinquent!" Cyril pounds his fist on the table as a bit of mashed potatoes are spat from his mouth. Elena lets out a sigh and looks at her husband, "please let's not talk about this at the table. Especially in front of Arthur, he doesn't need to-"she was cut off by a scoffing sound. "'He doesn't need to hear this dear'" he mocks his wives voice and scratches his beard, "he is 16 years old, and I'm pretty sure he knows vhat I'm talking about. Don't ya son?" He gives a hard look over to Arthur who has been sitting quietly picking at his food. He complains about this all the time, Arthur lets out a sigh and looks at his German step-father, "I don't have to answer to you. But if you are referring to the clothes I wear then I know what you're talking about. But just remember one thing arsehole" he gives Cyril a stern glare from behind his bangs "you are not and never will be my father, dumb shit." He pushes his plate back and stands up, "I will see you tomorrow mum, good night." Arthur quickly runs up stairs to his new room and locks the door behind him. I hope he doesn't try to come in tonight, I don't think I could take it. He lets out a sigh and slips off his shirt revealing a lean but fit pale body with red burn scars going across his chest I hope that fucker dies.
A/N: This is a co-written piece that my friend Chrissy is helping me with for the next however long. Hope you dudes love this first chapter!