The glint in his eyes.

A/N: I know guys, this is weird, but I've decided to start a new story. I know, I already have two uncompleted ones but I couldn't get this idea out of my head XD! This story is gonna be way more complicated since it supposed to be sad and stuff... How come I can never write what I can imagine? *cries* It goes the same for drawing and editing... There will be Arthur's point of view in the beginning so...

Main shipping: USUK

Minor shippings: I have not thought of any... Yet

[US + UK]

-Arthur's POV-

They took everything away from me.

My friend. The one I thought loved me. My spirit. Everything.

When I was only a baby I used to live in England until 2nd grade. I used to have friends and fit in, until I moved to America. Everything changed. I got bullied, had no friends, was the loner. I had one friend who was always there with me, but a year later my friend betrayed me and I had no one.

"W-why?" A muffled voice of what used to be me asked weakly to the kid in front of me. The rain helped cover up all my crying.

"Cuz you're weak and a dork. If I hang with a fag like you nothing good will happen." The boy in front of me replied?

"B-but I'm not a fag..." I muttered as he gave me a cold glare.

"Yeah whatever." He said as he left for the bullies waiting for him. The other bullies chuckled and walked away along with my former friend. Though the bullies were kids, you have no idea what kind of horrors they can be. Everyday they beat me up and I went home with a big hat to cover my bruises and scars.

"Did you have a good day Arthur?" My parents would ask, oblivious to the fact I was having a terrible day and my life was a nightmare. I hate when my parents would ask that. It would make me thing of how joyful I was of school back in England.

"Like any other day mom." I would reply, trying not to cry. I just wanted to hurry up and go back to England, where people actually cared about me.

"That's good." My mom said, smiling as I rushed into my room, finally letting myself cry. I took the diary journal book thingy my dad gave me for my birthday and started furiously writing in it. My tears were making the page all wet but why should I care? Finally I put my pencil down and re-read what I just wrote.

The journal really looked like a book though, like one of those olden time books. It was thick and brown and the pages were nearly yellow. It had a lock on it to keep everything I wrote secret, just in case anyone tried to look in it.

The bullying continued and another piece of my heart was broken in middle school.

Among all the cruel students there was a girl who was nice to me. She chose to be my friend and as the days went on I fell in love with her. Finally, I decided to confess to her. And when I did everything went wrong.

We were just about to kiss until she chuckled.

I looked at her, confused, as she continued laughing. Suddenly he heard others laughing too. The bullies. Where the heck did they come from anyways? Not that he really cared.

"Oh come on Arthur! You really think I would date you? I became your friend because you were weak and easy to manipulate! You gotta he kidding me Arthur!" She said between laughs the bullies seemed to laugh harder, but I wasn't embarrassed at all. I really thought she cared for him, that they can become more... That she was different.

After that I didn't care what happened to me. They already took most of me away. They can beat me up for all that I cared. I already lost everything. The one thing they cannot take was the books his father gave me that I wrote in. I treasured all of them. Every birthday my father would give me one new one that I could write in, and I would fill up the whole thing.

Everything in life sucked. Until the end of middle school. I moved back to England with my family where I would be attending high school and live the rest of my life there. Everything, once again, changed. But this time for the better.

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-Alfred's POV-

Why? Though we always beat him up, geared him apart, he always had that glint in his eyes. Like he was hoping for a better tomorrow, or that someone would care for him or something like that. I just wanted to shove that glint right off his eyes. When he transferred to America he had the most greenest eyes I ever saw, they were like emeralds...

And through the days, his eyes got more dull until it was like they were colorless. But no matter how dull his eyes were, that glint of hope still remained.

It annoyed me. Every day I would continue to bully the boy but he wouldn't let go of that glint, no matter what happened. I hated him throughout 7th grade, but then at 8th I noticed how cute he is. But I immediately shook that thought out of his head. Okay, maybe he was a little cute but that didn't change the fact that the boy annoyed me.

And then He moved to somewhere. I thought that would be a good thing but then I found myself getting bored. Everyday seemed to be the same then, and the new bullying victim was way more boring than Arthur was. Then at October my parents told me we were moving to England because my dad was changing jobs.

And here I was, in front of St. Hetalia High.

[US + UK]

"Arthur-san, Elizaveta-san, guess what! The new Gray X Natsu doujinshi has come out!" Kiku exclaimed, the three liked to talk before class about random things like this.

"Seriously!? Dang, I really need to read it… How come you always find out these things first Kiku?" Elizaveta asked and Kiku just shrugged.

"You gotta be kidding me, first thing in the morning you talk about yaoi." Arthur muttered as the two ranted on and on about yaoi.

"Oh c'mon Arthur! I know you actually love yaoi, since you are the total uke and all." Elizaveta snickered and Arthur just rolled his eyes, excuse him for not knowing the yaoi language.

Just then the teacher walked into the classroom and pushed his glasses up.

"Class, we are having a new student. Come in."

A blonde, baby blue eyed teen came walking into the classroom Arthur's eyes widened as he recognized that guy to be Alfred F. Jones. One of his former bullies

Well fuck.