A/N : Heya! This is USUK, PruCan, Spamano, GerIta, Giripan, France x Everyone xD... Please be fair, blah blah blah, blah blah freakin' blah. Just enjoy.

The lithe shape continued to stumble around blindly in the utter darkness, and only upon finding this place was safe, slumped down. The person's thin white robes were dotted in old stains, mixed up with a scarlet substance, most likely blood. Breath hitching, the figure's body racked with painful sobs.

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Skidding and sliding around the corner, Alfred pushed himself to run faster - even if he was panting heavily, and felt numb all over. The thing chasing him - he daren't look back into its crimson red eyes - was seemingly getting closer. Slowly but surely, the distance between the boy and the beast grew less and less, and…

"Alfred!"

Waking up, Alfred recognised his brother, Matthew, leaning over him. The other boy's face was red with anger, and the long piece of his hair was curved unnaturally, as if it too was fuming.

Putting off his dream, Alfred answered.

"Yo, bro… w-what's up?" he stuttered, faking a grin. His terrible nightmare still lingered in his mind, however, and he was dragged groggily by his brother, who was determined to get him to school.

When they (finally) arrived, everywhere was… silent. Abandoned. It had an eerie feel to it, and it was highly uncomfortable for the two boys, who were now shaking. They found themselves wondering if they really had come in on a school day. The mistake was easily made by the duo. So Matthew, being the more organized out of the pair, pulled out his planner, and checked.

Once they found that, yes, they were definitely meant to be in school, the blond pair ventured into the dark building.

Much to Alfred's disappointment, the two split up to begin their thorough investigation of the building. Matthew headed to the Staff Room, and Alfred fearfully headed toward the assembly hall. He breathed in and out, pushing himself forward into the unforgiving darkness at the end of the hall- though, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he entered…

"O-oh!" he stammered, eyes wide in shock. There, far away on the stage, was a slightly feminine figure with what appeared to be large, feathered…. wings? From the boy's gasp, the person, whoever they were, turned it's head, eyes flashing under strands of damp, blond hair, with unhidden fear. Alfred was unable to withhold a gasp at how green they were. Those deep, emerald green orbs were surprisingly bright, and they were staring directly at him. The boy squirmed and stood up on shaky legs - it looked as if he hadn't used them in a while - and appeared to be visibly scared, though trying to look defiant.

"What d-do you want… git?" he demanded in a quiet voice, a thick lining of British in his accent. Alfred was slightly amused at how weak the boy seemed, yet he still put up a fight. He was obviously trying to look brave, though flinched when Alfred took a step closer to him. Aforementioned American raised his hands in an innocent manner.

"Hey, kid, I won't hurt you." he smiled reassuringly, though the boy didn't look entirely convinced. Hastily, he added, "Of course I wouldn't, I'm the hero, after all!"

Not that it really mattered what the smaller boy was wearing, Alfred still couldn't help but look down at the boy's clothing. Saying it was strange would be a clear understatement. He had on a sleek, flimsy white toga, a strap around his left shoulder, and a glistening gold belt to tighten it around the waist. It ended just above his knees, exposing a small bit of skin before disappearing under layers of light brown ribbons. On his feet were small sandals that looked worn our, as if he'd had them for a while.

Noticing where Alfred was looking, the boy grew highly uncomfortable and shifted on his feet nervously. Alfred decided to introduce himself.

"Heya, I won't hurt you. I'm Alfred F. Jones." he smiled, giving a wink to the boy, who narrowed his eyes in doubt. "I'm the hero!" Alfred then added, holding out his hand.

The mysterious angel-boy-person held out his hand and shook Alfred's, murmuring "Arthur Kirkland."

Just then, the doors slightly opened, and a panicking Matthew ran in - only to stop dead in his tracks once he saw Arthur. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish, since he couldn't find the right thing to say.

Alfred gestured to his blond brother to sit down beside him and excitedly told him how he found Arthur - exaggerating a bit much. Arthur could only look on in hidden amusement and pray none of them noticed the traces of old tears on his face.

Had he finally found someone to trust?

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