Note; Hey everyone! Frost here with another lame story. I apologize for not updating my other stories, my muse is ever so fickle when it comes to AU's and such. I'll try and get to them eventually, I promise! I've realized that with my bipolar muse dying then resurrecting it's self, it would perhaps be easier to enter each chapter short, instead of spending many hours trying to write a lot. Please notice that this may cause cliff hangers, but hey, that's whats it all about. I'll try and be more active here as well! Have a nice day you guys...~ v u v And wish me luck!

Rating; Teen for possible swearing and slight, but not detailed; sexual situations that don't get nowhere.

Series; Hetalia Axis Powers!

Paring/Ship; 2p!America (Al) X 1p!England ( Arthur ). Slight Nyo!America X 1p!England and 2p!America X nyo!England as well if you squint.

Summary; Arthur is a rich boy, spoiled to the bone and loves getting his way. But what will happen when is uncle sends him to live in the country for the summer with distant relatives on a horse ranch? While staying in his distant families' care, he meets a strange brunette boy by the name of Al who is currently attending a summer school a few miles down the road. It starts off with a few meetings, brief waves as Al ventures down the dirt road to home. But once the Brit gets a glimpse at the family horror that his new friend faces at home, he then realizes why Al is so hesitant to leave him each day.


-Sunset better soon set-

chapter 01

There was only one thought running through Arthur Kirkland's mind as the limousine finally left the airport: Why didn't he just pay his chauffeur to take him somewhere else? Of course he was well aware of the consequences if he where to disobey his great uncle's orders. But really, what much could a 90 year old sack of flesh do? Quiet a lot actually, thought Arthur as he let out a stubborn sigh, slowly reaching up a hand to rest his chin upon as he continued to gaze at the wide scenery. His Great Uncle Arthur the fourth was determined to teach his young grandson a few things about life, such as his parents before him had done. Though he shouldn't be worrying so much now, they just recently left the airport and most likely had a longs way to go. A soft voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts

"Master Arthur, We have arrived." His chauffeur turned to looked at the sandy-blond haired boy behind him, rested ever so comfortably within the slick black leather seats. A white dress shirt covered with a tea green sweater vest and a tie; all accompanied by tan short capris was his selected attire for his first day in the country. The driver shook his head subtly, knowing well that the boy would regret it later. The elder man broke his formal speech as he continued. "Your bags are in the trunk, I'll get them out and hand them to you, but that's all I can d for you Arthur. After that you're on your own." He was allowed to talk like this to him, unlike his other servants, because the both of them had been close ever since Arthur was born. The boy let out a sigh, his head tilting back and his emerald green gaze wandering out the window to stare at the green pastures. He hesitated before replying softly;

"Do I have to?"

The Man let out a faint chuckle before nodding his head.

"Yes, it's your father's orders." He then unbuckled his seat belt and removed himself from the front seat of the sleek limousine, and then wandered to the end of the long car and opened up the trunk with a faint snap. The subtle sound informed Arthur that he indeed needed to get out and face his ever so troublesome task. Slowly, as if stalling himself, he began to open the door and slide out from his seat and into the blazing American sun that hung high overhead. The trees whispered and whistled on the wind as if greeting the rich boy as he observed them. Arthur then glanced down to the dirt road, then upwards to where his butler was gingerly removing his suitcases from the back. Though he was a little concerned how his high quality luggage would stand up against the rough conditions of the 'red-neck life'. With a small sigh of irritation, Arthur reached down and grasped his suitcases in both hands and faced towards his beloved servant with a serious expression.

"It was nice knowing you, Charles." He said solemnly, as if he where about to walk into hell and never return. Was the boy really that worried about how he would hold up? The butler simply chuckled and offered a wise smile.

"Arthur please, it's only for the summer." He then gave the young lad a reassuring pat on the head before returning to the front of the limousine.

"You'll make it, I promise." Charles assured him before entering the car and driving off.

Arthur quietly watched as the limousine drove off under the harsh sun, the light glistening against it's polish finish. Oh how he yearned to be once again in the cool comfort of those fine leather seats, he missed his luxuries already.

Arthur turned to face the long and twisty dirt road that lead to his summer destination, eying it in both worry and annoyance.

"...I Sure bloody hope so." The lad grumbled to himself before taking his first step into the unknown.