When Alfred and his twin brother Matthew moved into the tiny village of Paron in northern England, they quickly got the image of having moved into a peaceful perfectly normal place. All along the only road stood pretty houses with wooden facades and well-tended gardens. Children could be seen playing in the gardens along with happy couples. Some families had a pet of some sort and most family was the proud owner of a fancy car. Their own little home was, although dusty, just as fine as any other. The garden was a little sloppy and full of weed, but that could be easily sorted once they had settled down. The two brothers had recently received a call from a relative who had offered them a job at his school. Being two young poor men they accepted and soon found themselves travelling across the atlantics to begin a new life. The boys both found the village fairly normal. Oh how wrong they would turn out to be.

Now, in most stories, this would be the perfect moment for a certain young man to turn up on his door and rant about whatever and therefor starting a little rough on Alfred's side before the two would start getting affections towards the other. They would both run into obstacles, such as morals and family, guilt and exes, but in the end they would overcome it all and live happily ever after. However this isn't just a simple USUK story. No, this is the story about someone else.

Arthur Kirkland, a handsome man in his thirties, had a special family. You see, aside from him, there lived four boys and two girls. It had been a mystery to all in the village when Arthur suddenly decided to adopt five orphans to give his own brother Peter some company. This is the story about one of these children. But first, an introduction. The oldest, at the age of 17, was Logan Kirkland. With wild brown hair with two strands sticking out on top, green eyes, slightly thick eyebrows and slightly tanned he was a rather handsome man. He was known to cause poor Arthur lots of trouble by bringing in various animals into his room on the attic and to sneak out and sleep in the old tree-house. Also it was more than once that he had to coax down the boy when he climbed one of the high trees on the school yard. He was a kind and social boy if he wanted to but to Arthur he was mostly rude and uncivilized. At the age of 15 was the oldest girl, Marie. She was a beautiful girl with even darker skin than Logan and dark brown hair in two piggy-tails. She as well was an extremely calm, polite, kind and gentle person, if she wanted to. Sometimes she would be gone a night to return with leaves and twigs in her dress and hair, and smelling strongly of saltwater. Arthur had learned that beneath the calm brown eyes, hid a wild spirit who could not be tamed. At the age of 13 was Charlie. He was a short Asian boy with black hair almost to his shoulders and dark, blank eyes. Charlie was another troubling boy. For most of his time, the pre-teen would look absolutely emotionless and just stare in front of him. Then suddenly he would smirk before a fire-cracker would explode somewhere in the house. He was known to be just as impulsive and rash as his step-brothers. He as well could suddenly run of from home to return a few days later. Next child was Peter at the age of 9. He was Arthurs own brother and the most alike. They shared the same golden blonde hair, and thick eyebrows but where Arthurs had inherited his father's green eyes, Peter had inherited their mother's blue. Peter was no better than the rest of the siblings. He was loud, rash, rude and never hesitated in throwing an insult at his older brother. Thrice or more a week he would run off to their neighbors and refuse to go back home. The youngest in the family, 8 years old, was Wendy or as she was more commonly known as, Wy. She was Logan's real sister but the only similarity was their equally brown hair. In other, she was much paler and had bright brown eyes. At first sight one would think that she was better than her siblings. And true that she didn't run away as much as the elders did, but what help did that do if she always ended up making paintings on the walls instead. And if she was ever lectured for it, she would just hide behind Logan and thereby be let off the hook. Our main character was probably the least troublesome in the bunch. He had just recently turned 16 and was just as handsome as the rest of the family with pale blonde hair, slightly curly and somehow turned in what looked like a stags horns on his side, blue eyes on the verge of becoming turquoise and a nice face. To Arthur's joy he didn't run away from home or bring spiders into the kitchen. He didn't draw paintings on the walls nor did he set the house on fire then stood by and watched. Instead he was at home doing homework and cleaning his room. He'd spend some hours on the computer writing and browsing random websites but never before his chores were done. Sometimes Arthur would find him asleep in front of the TV alone with Lord of the Rings or The Piano displaying on the screen. On the contrary to his brothers he never talked back at Arthur (All of them) or yelled that he hated him (Peter), instead he would even go as far as to say thank you and show that he appreciated Arthur's hard work.

However some concerns were still to take in consideration. Arthur was not a large man, Logan had in fact already gown past him, and he wasn't the strongest guy either. However he could easily carry the young blonde from the couch to his room further down the hall. He was fragile and got easily sick. Arthur could remember sitting up at night while fever racked through then teens body from walking home in rain one day. He was short, even shorter than Arthur possibly, and ever weaker than Peter. Arthur often feared that Peter might hurt him in one of his more wild games. Well this is the story of that boy. We shall begin that very morning when school started at Paron School, a school that trailed from 6-year olds to 18-year olds. It was a rather nice day with sun hitting the droplets of the night's rain. Arthur's roses glistered as though thousands of diamonds had sprayed across the flowers. The grass on the lawn was moist but the pavement was already drying of in the rising sun. Is that good enough setting for you? Well let's get started then.

"James! Wake up! You're gonna be late for school! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" I groaned inwardly and hid myself beneath the blankets again. I hated to be woken up by Peter. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut? Peter had resolved to kick on the door with all his might, making it groan loudly in protest. I sighed deeply. If I wanted an intact door I had no other choice but to get up. I groggily pulled on a long sleeved shirt and got a pair of slightly baggy jeans on. I shot a quick glance at myself in the full-body mirror deeming myself decent enough for school. I opened the door, barely avoiding getting kicked by Peter and headed for the kitchen without a word. To my surprise I found that no one but Peter and Arthur was up. Arthur stood by the stove, preparing breakfast with his back turned to him.

"Good morning." I mumbled while entering the kitchen. Arthur turned around with raised eyebrows.

"Jamie, what are you doing up this early? You know you don't have to get up another 30 minutes."

I turned a swift glare at Peter who stood in the doorway. He only grinned back. I was about to reply to Arthur's question when a tired-looking Logan came down the stairs.

"Who could be asleep with all that noise? I thought someone was dying. "

"Good morning to you as well Logan, were you also woken up by something?"

Although he may have acted un-knowing his body-language showed that he was already putting the pieces together. Logan slumped down on the chair opposite to mine with his feet on the table. Arthur gave him a short look before turning back to the stove. Logan read the look and removed his feet.

"I trust you're not wearing that in school today Logan?"

Logan looked down at himself. He was dressed in a stained unbuttoned shirt and rolled up jeans and a single sock. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I saw just how well in shape Logan was. His chest was wide and his shoulders broad. A six-pack was producing as well as muscles on the arms. In the warm light from the kitchen window he looked absolutely perfect. I shook my head to rid myself of the disturbing thoughts. To my misfortune Logan noticed at once and gave me a questioning eyebrow.

"Nothing, just tired." I mumbled as answer to the unspoken question. Logan looked at me for a moment then shrugged it off.

We sat in silence as the kitchen eventually was filled by the remaining siblings. Miraculously all siblings were home for once (which was a rare ocourance.) Wy and Marie both mumbled their good-mornings while Charlie just sat down with his Gameboy. Not too much later a plate of slightly burned eggs and bacon was produced before me and I started eating with mild enthusiasm. I was never really hungry in the morning, but Arthur insisted on me eating. We ate in silence until Arthur finally shot a glance at the watch.

"Time for school." He stated simply and we all got up to fetch our bags. Moments later we were headed for our first day of a hopefully calm year. Oh how wrong I would be in my hopes. "

We all separated once we reached school. Wy ran over to her best (and only) friend Giovani Vargas. Peter hurried over to that poor guy Raivis, Charlie walked over to the spooky pale boy called Eirikur, Marie skipped over to her squad of girl-friends from her class and both elder and younger and Logan bounded over to his best friend Esteban who stood in the shadow of some trees. As for me I just did my best to get un-noticed to my class room. Just like Arthur I had managed to get through school unnoticed and I was content with that. I had no need to be social. In my full focus I suddenly found myself bumping in to someone. With little to no force I fell backwards I found myself falling backwards and landing on my bottom.

"Hey watch where you're going!"

I looked up and found that whoever I had bumped into also had fallen. He was slightly taller than me with raven black hair in a long braid down his back.

"Sorry, I mumbled."

"Hey you alright?"

We both looked up to find a tall broad man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes behind glasses. He beamed down at us. He was reaching a hand towards the both of us. We both accepted it doubtfully and were pulled up forcefully up to our feet. I had to take a moment to balance myself before I turned to the tall man. I was about to ask who he was but at that moment the bell rang signaling that we all had to get to our classrooms. To my surprise I found that the other teen was walking in the same direction as me. We shot each other somewhat annoyed glances which only increased when we both stopped at the same classroom and found that the only seats left were the two next to each-other in the front. We both grudgingly sat down and waited while the rest of the class chatted along. I could hear Feliciano Vargas, Kiku Honda and Ludwig Weilschmidt talking about annoying siblings. I could easily have joined in on that conversation but we didn't exactly get along. All chatting was brought to a halt however when Principal Francis Bonnefoy entered the room. We all fell silent as he watched us with a wide smile.

"Welcome, back for another amazing year at Paron School. I hope you are ready for a great and productive year. Now as you may notice, there's no teacher yet."

I raised my eyebrows in realization, what had happened to Mrs Blushky. As if he'd read my thoughts Mr. Bonnefoy continued.

"Mrs Blushky and her husband both retired. Fortunately I happen to have two very capable cousins of mine who I flew down from the states. "

A murmur ran through the class. We had never had someone from America in our village.

"But before I introduce him to you, I believe we have a new student in the class." All gazes turned to the boy next to me.

"Now he has just moved here from China so be nice to him. He isn't very used to our live-style yet. "

"I do speak English. You don't have to talk about like I'm stupid." The teen snapped.

Francis sighed slightly.

"His name is Hyong. Moving on welcome Alfred Jones, be nice."

With that he slid out of the door and shut the door. The room was still silent as everyone was staring Hyong down. After a moment the door slammed open revealing the same guy that had helped us up earlier.

"Yo, zup kiddos I'm Alfred F Jones and your new class mentor. So I have no idea who anyone is so you have to be nice to me alright bro…"

The door opened and Principal Bonnefoy peeked in with a slight smirk.

"Mr Kirkland, you're helping Hyong today. Good luck."

The door slammed shut and the room fell silent again. Finally Ludwig raised his hands.

"Are we going to start the class sir?"

Mr. Jones nodded.

"Right, so I have no idea what you have learned so far so let's start. Who can tell me what a molecule is?"

I zoned out and instead sat and cursed my luck that I had to guide the new kid around.