England's son

This came to me as a random idea based on an idea from my friend, so shush.

*flashback*

A young boy, about 4 years old, was huddled in a corner, shaking with fear. "Please no… Please, don't make daddy beat me up again…" the boy mumbled over and over. He had messy blond hair. You couldn't see his eye color because his eyes were shut tight. He slightly rocked back and forth, trying hard not to sob, because he knew it was useless. He heard footsteps and already knew what was going to happen. The door opened.

"You've been a bad boy again." His so-called father said. The man didn't look anything like him. Of course, that would make sense since he was his step-father. The boy cowered as his 'father' approached. "Why did you do it?" The boy just cowered as a response. The man growled. "I said… Why did you do it?!" The man kicked him to emphasize his words. He then hit him. "You stinking little brat! I ought to put you into an orphanage! Or an asylum!" He continued to beat him then he huffed. "I don't feel like giving you a correction today. Even though you deserve it." He then left.

The young boy looked up when he heard the door close. His face, already covered with healing bruises and scratches, now had more bruises and scratches. He stared at the door for a long time before a resolute expression met his face. "I'm going to leave this nightmare… One way or another."

*end of flashback*

A boy of 7 years of age awoke in an alley way. He yawned and scratched his head. He heard a few noises. "Oh bloody barnacles, Rex! Let the cats go already!" He stood up and grabbed his dog by his make-shift collar and dragged him away from the cats. "We can't very well let you chase cats forever are we?" He sighed and he arrived to his make-shift bed. "Rex, stay here." Over the years, which were a number of 3, the dog had learned to listen to his master. But the boy always told him that he wasn't his master, he was his friend. "Alright Rex. I'm gonna go try to get some money. See ya soon." The 7 year old grabbed his sign and sat down on the sidewalk waiting someone to put some money into his cap. But most of the people just shot him dirty looks or just ignored him.

*time skip*

He had been sitting here for over 3 hours now and he doesn't have a dollar. He was about to call it quits when he heard a voice.

"Hello there. You look like you need some help." The young kid looked up and saw a young man. He had short blond hair and lime-green eyes.

He was speechless because it had been a while since someone had actually talked to him. The man just chuckled. "Shy aren't we?" He handed him 20 dollars. "It isn't much but you need it more than I do."

The boy finally found the courage to speak. "Umm… Thanks, mister…"

"Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."

"Thanks Mister Kirkland."

He chuckled. "You're welcome. See ya." He walked away.

The little boy went over to his dog. "Rex Rex! We got money! We'll be able to go by some food now!" They were starving since they hadn't eaten in barely 10 days. The boy and his trusty dog went over to the nearest gas station. He took 2 cans of dog food for Rex, a bottle of water and some chips. He then went to the cashier and put the stuff on the desk.

"Hello little dude!" The cashier told him. He had messy dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He also had glasses on. "How can I help you?"

"I'd like to pay please."

"Sure thing! This would be… $9, 50." The kid handed him his 20 dollars and he took the change.

"Come on Rex." They went back to the alleyway they called home. "Eat up." He opened one can and gave it to Rex while he ate his chips. After they were done, he laid down on his 'bed' and Rex rested his head on his lap. "G'night boy…" They both fell asleep.