I hate this chapter so much! Where I left off in the last chapter was not a good place and the utter crap that is this chapter is the result. I promise that the next chapter will make up for this one. It is also the reason for my not updating it in so long.
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Warnings: Not beta'd just me rereading it and trying to catch my own mistakes and awkward sentences. (Looking for a beta if any of you out there reading this want to help me out then drop me a message and I'd be very grateful for some help. Also any major mistakes please do point them out!) Other than that warnings are talk of underage drinking, homophobia, bullying, and language.
Chapter 2
"Arthur what have you done to your eye!"
Arthur cringed at the sound of his 'guardian's' voice. The man was a tall broad shouldered man from France. Their parents had been friends and thought that their children should be as well. He thought all the "play dates" when they were younger ere bad, but being shipped of to another country was their parents way of attempting to get them closer.
Walking past the concerned blue eyed man Arthur made his way to the bathroom. "The bastard got one good hit in that was all." he called back at Francis who was following him down the small Ranch houses hallway.
"Arthur this is why Aunt Isabella sent you over here. Look at you still the delinquent. The delinquent that was sent him early from starting some pointless fight."
Arthur leaned over the vanity inspecting his eye in the bathroom mirror he smirked. "This time I didn't start the fight. I simply ended it."
Francis the ever dramatic one placed his hands on his hips. "And what pray tell were you fighting about? Was it about someone looking at you the wrong way? Some one calling you eyebrows?"
Arthur turned to look at Francis giving him a venomous look, "He hit me because I am gay. So I fought back."
A saddened look crossed Francis's face. "It was self defense then?"
Arthur nodded, "Self defense and somewhat of a punishment for the kid. He is a worthless human being that is narrow minded. He torments a blind kid Francis."
Francis mumbled a bit in French before turning around and walking down the hall, "I will not tell your mother about this fight, but please try to keep from getting into anymore."
Arthur grumbled as he followed Francis into the kitchen. Although their home was small the kitchen was the largest room in the house. Most likely the reason Francis picked the house. The cabinets were all dark stained oak wood and all the appliances were stainless steel. The garnet countertop really gave it that classy rich look finishing up the kitchens glamours yet sophisticated look. Leaning against the counter Arthur crosses his arms watching Francis rummage through the refrigerator.
"So what would his Highness like for dinner tonight."
Arthur snorted, "You know I hate when you call me that."
Francis looked from behind the refrigerator's door and smirked. "Shall I call you Prince Rosbif then?"
"Roast beef sounds lovely tonight Francis good choice."
"That is not what I-"
"With a side of peas and potatoes too." Arthur ignored Francis's curses in both English and French and just simply wondered off to his room.
His room was organized yet messy due to the move. Books were neatly stacked upon the bookcase in the far corner of the room while a pile of folded clothes lay beside it. The rooms white walls were bare as of now for hanging posters and a flag were in their futures. The bed by the window had a dark green and blue quilt across it while a boring white pillow lay at the hear rest. The floor one could only assume there was one since boxes upon boxes were set up in a maze like fashion. Arthur managed to get across the room and flop down on his bed. Looking at the clock he realized it was only 1 in the afternoon.
After he had gotten a lecture from the principle Arthur was released to go home, but with not having a car or a phone he had no choice, but to walk. And no taking that right did not get him lost he meant to take because it looked interesting. Lying back on his bed Arthur looked up at the celling with suddenly tired eyes. Rolling over onto his side he reached over the side of the bed into a large box. Once his hand came in contact with the familiar feel of leather he pulled out a small book. Inside were blank pages as well as pages with scribbled notes inside. Sitting up he allowed himself to open the book to a random page where notes had been scribbled down. Reading over them he allowed his imagination to run and soon he found himself rummaging through many boxes in search of his laptop. Once that was acquired he positioned himself on his bed laptop laid on one leg while the book laid on the other.
That was how Francis found him almost four hours later. He leaned in the door way and watched as the other typed furiously on his computer.
Arthur's eyes were squinted as he was concentrating on the screen. His glasses had been removed and now lay on the bed. His fingers would type at a vigorous pace for a few moments before slowing down and then once again he'd pick up the same fast pace.
Giving a small smile Francis knocked o the door's frame. "Arthur dinner." He kept his eyes glued on the other till the teen looked up and nodded.
Shutting his computer he took both hands and rubbed his face. Getting off the bed he stretched out his muscles while walking toward the dinning room.
Francis always made a show out of dinner. The table was set for two but looked like they were to be having a formal dinner. Sitting in his seat Arthur placed his napkin on his lap before lifting his fork. Once again his plead for roast beef wasn't taken into consideration and he was stuck with eating some French dish. Secretly he didn't mind the food, but would never admit to it aloud.
Francis took a sip from his whine glass before looking to Arthur. "So what are you writing this time?"
"I am not telling you." Arthur began to eat his food a blush crossing his face.
Noticing the blush Francis smirked, "Are you writing something smutty perhaps?"
Arthur gave a nasty glare at Francis who just laughed it off. "No you are to what's the English word? Stuffy perhaps?"
"Oh go fuck your self Francis." Arthur threw his napkin at the other.
Laughing Francis placed the napkin Arthur thew at him on the table, "No thank you I feel that I'd be cheating on my wife with far to hansom a man."
"Speaking her when will Michelle be back anyway?" Arthur grabbed his wine glass and took a gulp of the water inside.
Francis got a soft look on his face, "She will leave Seychelles next week, but she has been called to France to pick up some Belgium for some project."
Sitting forward Arthur gave Francis a look. "This project would not happen to be a collaboration for a certain Hungarian woman who's current wear about are unknown?"
"Perhaps, but don't worry I assure you that you won't be finding yourself drawn in anymore of those books with me. I made her swear to never let that happen again." Francis shuddered at the memory of finding his wife's book.
Letting out a relived sigh Arthur sat back in his chair while a smirk crossed his face. "Remember what happened when our parents saw it though."
Francis laughed, "No the best had to be your Grandma calling. When she called us to her tea room and asked us if we have engaged in any anal intercourse had to be one of the funniest things ever. To hear the queen of England say such a thing."
"No the best was was when we didn't answer and she dropped her tea cup and it spilled over Peter's copy of Twilight."
Almost having no breath Francis leaned forward, "How long was it before we could see each other again after that?"
Laughter wearing off Arthur sat up straight in his chair again, "I think it was like four months after your wedding the following year."
"It was sad you weren't even allowed to come. I was able to question our dear Hungarian artist about the lovely comic."
Arthur raised one large eyebrow, "Go to an even where you and those two things you call friends, I would have rather went over to Ian's house and asked for dancing lessons."
Francis chocked on his wine, "You'd have to be drunk before attempting any sort of Irish dance."
"No when I am drunk Scott somehow always manages to get me into a kilt while Gareth gets me into some sort of meadow being chased by some sheep dog. And if they can't find a suitable meadow to trow me in they give me a mic and have me sing Johhny B. Goode."
Francis was laughing hysterically at the image his mind conjured, "I will never understand you Royals."
"Well at least we aren't as bad as that Prince of Denmark. Dear God I have never seen such a drunk! But, I must admit he is one hell of a driver."
The evening was continued reminiscing and gossiping about people in their lives. After the dishes were cleaned Arthur walked back into his room only to fall asleep.
The next day Arthur walked into school all heads turned. At first he thought it was because of his black eye, but Francis had insisted on using some ridiculous amount of cover up on it this morning. Not really caring about the stares Arthur walked toward his Homeroom.
The door was insight and Arthur picked up the pace only to be roughly shoved. The teen who had shoved him smiled at Arthur who just smiled back. "Sorry love but you aren't my type. I prefer the men who have nice asses not asses for faces." Turning around Arthur walked into his homeroom a mischievous smile on his face.
Entering the room he looked around and saw Alfred. Walking over to the boy Arthur touched his arm lightly, "Morning Alfred."
Alfred startled by the touch jumped a little before he recognized the voice, "Oh hey Arthur." Alfred immediately panicked, "Are you okay after yesterday? No one would say anything to me about it and well I couldn't really see what happened."
Sitting in his seat Arthur sighed, "Just a few bruises nothing I haven't had before when getting into a little scuffle."
Alfred had turned in his seat to face the direction Arthur was in. "What you said yesterday was it true?"
Arthur nodded, but immediately realized the stupidity of the action. "I would not lie about such a thing especially if I knew it would get me ostracized from the rest of the group." Arthur took a deep breath, "I speak the truth because I'd rather not be in the company of those who are so narrow minded and ignorant."
"I see your point. But, if I could I would have made it so they never knew about me coming out."
"I think you shouldn't hide who you are no matter what. Be yourself and don't care what others think it would only hurt you more hiding it." Arthur leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms.
"Never looked at it that way, but I can see your point. Other than that you didn't miss much yesterday. Mrs. Eliz wants to meet you though so be aware of her when we go to history today. She was absent for yesterdays class, but since you beat up that kid in her class."
"So I am going to be getting a taking to then?" He laughed at Alfred's confused facial expression. "Get a lecture." He prompted.
Alfred immediately shook his head, "Not at all she is probably going to hug you!" He laughed smile widening. "She is one of the teachers that can't stand the assholes who make fun of me."
"That's good to hear at least one teacher feels that way."
"Well it would be kind of hypocritical if she didn't." Alfred smiled, "Her wife would be kinda of mad at her for that."
"Doesn't she get any trouble from her students?"
Alfred shook his head. "Really no. Women being homosexual don't have as rough of a time dealing with getting ridiculed than men. That and last student who said anything she threatened to throw a cast iron frying pan at. The kid didn't believe her until she pulled one out of her desk drawer."
"She seems like an interesting woman." Before Alfred could reply the bell had run signaling the students be quiet. Homeroom and first period passed without conflict, but with much boredom.
Walking into World History however not only did it bring the hate filled glares from the friends of the boy he had beaten up yesterday, but the near heart attack of one Arthur Kirkland as green eyes met green.
The loud cry of his name made him cringe as the teacher and the cause of a large part of stress in his life ran toward him.
Could he live anywhere with out the eccentric Hungarian woman following him? "Elizabeta!" Arthur said as he attempted to push the woman who was hugging away from him.
"But Arthur I missed you! I haven't seen you since you yelled at me for that comic book!"
"I am still mad about that by the way." Arthur finally was able to get away from her and collect his things before standing up. "Though it is nice to see you once again."
Elizabeta smiled, "Ever the gentlemen." she snickered while ruffling his hair.
He gave her a serious look, "May I please speak to you in private though?"
Gibing him a confused look she walked him over to the class rooms storage closet. It was a large room holding different piles of maps both rolled up and lying flat. She turned toward him with a slight smile on her face. "First off I want to thank you for standing up for Alfred." She leaned against one of the room many tables crossing her arms. "He has really went into a sort of depression not for just his loss of sight, but form all this bullying. He needs a good friend. All his other friends are a year below him and they don't have class together very often."
"I am just most applaud by the immature narrow minded attitudes of most of the students here." Arthur took in a deep breath, "Elizabeta I must ask you a favor."
The woman nodded waiting for him to continue. "I don't want people here to know that I am who I am. So do not call me by my last name or any royal title."
She placed a hand on is shoulder, "Is this about what happened?" She watched Arthur nod, "Yes I will and I will tell Gil as well."
Arthur gave her a thankful look, "I greatly appreciate it."
Arthur rejoined the class and took a seat beside Alfred once again. "That woman will never change."
Alfred laughed, "Odd how you knew Mrs. Eliz."
Pulling out his book Arthur sighed, "She is just a strange woman. Though I am not sure how I didn't guess it was her when you said about the teacher having a frying pan." Arthur let out a low chuckle. "I even saw her take down a huge guy just to get into concert with said pan."
Alfred laughed, "Really?"
"She practically mauled him over trying to get some tickets."
The bell rang making the class quiet. Arthur sat back in his seat and watched as Elizabeta stood in front of the class and went into a rant about the fall of the Ottoman Empire.
When class was almost over Alfred tapped Arthur's desk. "We can leave early." he whispered before standing up and making his way toward the door.
When out in the hall Arthur caught up with Alfred's pace. "We need to stop at my locker. Also the number for yours should be atop your schedule and will most likely be in ht same row as mine since we have the same homeroom and all."
Arthur nodded before fishing his schedule out of his bag. When they made it to the row of lockers he began examining each set of numbers. Alfred's locker was beside the door way to the homeroom the teen began fishing through his pockets trying to locate the key to it's lock. Arthur debated to offering the other help, but when he saw Alfred lean forward key in hand opening the lock he deiced to just go find his.
He began to walk down from it. The lockers were all painted a dark blue, but had one silver plate with sets of numbers under the top air slots. When he spotted his he quickly used the combination that was on his schedule to open it's door. Quickly putting in his morning textbooks he sighed in relief when some weight was relived from his shoulder.
"Arthur?" Alfred said ad he turned his head in each direction as if looking for the other teen.
"To your right Alfred. Ten lockers down from yours." Arthur said shutting the door to the clocker and clicking the lock back in place.
Alfred made his way down to the other. He had an smile on his face that looked like he wad trying to hide his embarrassment. "So my friends are going to not be here for lunch due to a field trip so would you want to eat lunch with me?"
"Well I have no other friends here and don't really think I'd be welcome to join any groups after yesterday so yes."
"Alright well I am going to show you to the room where will eat." Alfred smiled brightly.
After Alfred showed him the room they continued the rest of their day. Lunch was productive as they talked about random trivial things slowly becoming closer. When it got to the last period Arthur started sweating profusely wile getting jittery.
"So I will see you on Monday." Alfred said giving Arthur a smile as the two exited the class room.
"Yeah I will see you then." Arthur replied attempting to keep the discomfort out of his voice.
"Listen Alfred I got to go."
Alfred nodded "Alright have a nice break."
Saying one last goodbye he rushed out of the school and into the parking lot. When he spotted Francis car he heaved a sigh of gratitude. Quickly making his way into the car he flopped himself onto the seat. Francis looked over to him and noticed the beads of sweat lining the teens forehead. Arthur's breath was coming out in pants as he wrapped his arms around himself. "I thought these were done."
Francis had a serious look on his face as he put the car into gear and took off toward their house. "You can have relapses for months after quitting like you did Arthur." Turning out of the town he looked over at Arthur, "You look like hell."
Arthur began to shake more violently, "Fuck my life." He stated as more violent tremors coursed through his body.
Francis gripped the steering wheel and accelerated the car above the speed limit wanting to get home quickly. When he pulled into the houses derive way he ran to the front door unlocking it and propping it open before going back to the car to carry Arthur inside.
Arthur was a dead weight for Francis as he struggled to lift Arthur from his seat. Arthur's body was lightly shaking now as he was slipping into a deep sleep. Cursing Francis made his way into the home and placed the slightly concuss Englishman onto the couch. It was going to be a long night.
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