"Wake up jerk Arthur!"

"Five...more...minutes..."

"I said wake up jerk!"

"Omph,"Arthur said as he felt a young kid jumping onto his chest.

"I'm the Spirit of Christmas Past, but you can call me Peter."

"Wha-hey you're just a kid."

"No I'm not. Shut up and let me finish you butthead. I'm here to take you on a journey through your past."

"Ugh- Lukas didn't tell me that one of the spirits was going to be a little bratt."

The short ghost turned around suddenly and 'accidentaly' hit Arthur on the head,"Alrighty then!"

"Wait wha-"

The Ghost of Christmas Past grabbed the old man and lifted him off the ground.

"Here-"

"Wait-"

"We-"

"Stop! Where are you taking me!"

"GO!"

They flew over the dark city that was only lit with ocassional lamp posts. Arthur was in awe as he stared down at the city he had walked so many times. He blinked a few times before looking up at the spirit. He then looked straight ahead where there was a strange light up ahead that looked like the sun.

"Spirit, what's that light up ahead? It can't possibly be dawn."

"Of course it's not dawn, stupid. It's where we're going."

"And where's that?"

"The past of course, dummy."

They went through the light and found themselves in a dimily lit room. A younger version of Arthur went up to a lamp and lit it. He then walked to the couch and sat on it. He gently rubbed his eyes. At a closer glance he looked like he had been playing roughly outside and fell a few times.

"Oh, I remember living here. I made a lot of bad and good memories here. Oh? That's me."

"Yep, and I have to say you certainly weren't a cute kid like me!"

"Yeah well-HEY!"

The kid looked up in their direction, where behind them loud voices could be heard.

Arthur pressed up against the wall next to the doorway. Peter just gave him an odd look,"He can't see us you know."

"He can't?"

"Of course not Jerk Arthur."

"Oh no. Here they come. They sound like they're drunk, again." Younger Arthur jumped down from the couch and ran to his room.

"Oh, it's that Christmas."

"Mm? Shall we follow him?"

"Eh? No, I'd rather not. I want to return to my room."

"Come on then!"The Ghost of Christmas Past grabbed his hand and dragged him to his old room.

"Hey! I said I didn't want to see this!"

Christmas Past laughed and dragged him though the wall and three red headed young men entered the room. A Scotish man, an Irish man, and a Welsh man began to look around the room, looking for something.

"Oi where are ya, ya stupid bratt?"

"You idiot, you're so loud you could wake the devil in his sleep!"

"Well we want him to know we're here don't we?"

"He won't be able to hear you if he goes deaf first."

"Shut up I was never talkin' to ya in the first place."

"Oh come on guys don't fight-its Christmas! Now let's just do what you two came here for-wait what was that exactly?"

"We came here for the bratt."

"Bratt?"

"Arthur."

"Oh...I see! We came to wish him a Merry Christmas!"

"Wait-shut up."

" 'Ey why should I-"

"I said to shut up idiot."

The Scot put his hand over thee Irish man's mouth,"Oh Arthur! It's us, your brothers. Come on out, we ain't gonna hurt ya."

He paused to listen a little bit before continuing to talk,"Oh come out come out where ever you are."

He walked along the wall and stopped at the closet where he heard a small sneeze come from,"Oh Arthur."

He put put his hand on the door knob to open it, but found that it was locked,"Arthur open the door..."

"No, you're drunk."

"Open the damn door! Come out! Or else when I do get ya out it will be a whole lot worse."

"No please go away!"

Sounds of Arthur crying could be heard through the door. The Welsh man looked up at the Scottish man.

"Aengus?..."

"I give ya to the count of three."

"Please don't do this."

"One..."

"Stop he's just a kid!"

"Two..."

"You're scarin him!"

"Three!-"

Arthur opened the door and stepped out with tears stains down his cheeks.

"Good boy, but it would have been better if you opened it when I first asked."

"Big mistake punk."

"Please don't hurt him..."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him too badly."

"Oh okay...Wait-hold on for a second-"

"Oi why is that blonde freak all dirty?"

The Scot cuffed the young boy over the ears,"Ow!"

"Filthy rat, why were you hiding? And how come you are all dirty?" as he said this he picked up the boy be his collar.

"He's stupid-that's what, he smells too."

"He's not stupid, he's smarter than you."

"Is that so...well then he's smart enough to know that he's the reason we ain't got no mum."

He let go of him and let him drop to the gound. He just barely landed upright.

"That's not his fault you-"

"Of course it's his fault!"

The Scot angerily kicked Arthur over.

"Stop!" The Welsh man ran infront of him to protect him from the oncoming asaults.

"You surely don't mean it! Your just drunk. He doesn't mea-"

"Of course i mean it! She died after she had him and he's completely useless!"

Aengus shoved his brother. He fell to the ground and hit his head. He fell silent and did not move.

"Big brother! Stop it! You hurt him-meanie!"

He just shrugged off his little brothers pleas and looked at the Irish man,"Stupid bratt, let's go."

"Geesh, I'm sorry I didn't leave when you wanted too. Do you wish to leave now?"

"Well-"

Arthur walked up to his older brother with tears in his eyes,"B-big Brother? Are you alright?" He sniffed as he lightly shook the Welsh man.

"George?"

The elder brother stirred and then sat up, rubbing his head,"I'm alright Arthur. It's just a bump. I'm sorry our brothers were so mean to you. They were just drunk and didn't know what they were saying."

Arthur just looked up at his brother and wiped his eyes. The elder brother half-smiled and ruffled his hair,"Don't cry. Here, I got you something."

He pulled out a stuffed mint green bunny that had wings,"It was a mess up from the factory but I knew you would like it so I smuggled it out."

Arthur stared up in awe,"Well? Aren't you going to take it?"

He looked at his brother, hesitantly, before grabbing the toy. He hugged it to his chest. "Thank you,"he muttered.

George pulled his brother to his chest and they stayed like that.

Peter put his hand on Arthur's shoulder,"Come on jerk. It's time to go."

He gently took his hand and they went through the wall to another setting. They were in a dim room. Arthur, as a young adult, sat beside a bed where George lay coughing. He pursed his lips.

"No, please. I don't want to see this. I'm done. Let's go back."

"Shut up stupid."

"H-"

"Arthur."

"Brother, don't talk, rest. You need to rest to get better."

"Stop. We both know I won't get better. Please, I need you to do something for me."

"No, don't talk like that. You just need to rest somemore and you'll get better. I just know it. I know it George. So-"

"Arthur, enough... I need you to promise me that you'll take care of that boy I adopted."

"Alfred?"

"Yes, promise me that you'll care for him as though he were your own. Promise...me.." He shut his eyes and let out his final breath. After he pursed his lips, he said,"I promise."

He stood and put his hat on before walking through the door. The Ghost of Christmas Past pulled Arthur though the wall.

Arthur looked down at his nephew. Alfred looked up at him and asked,"Is Daddy alright?"

Arthur just pursed his lips,"Your dad wants you to stay with me until he is well again."

"How long will that be Uncle?"

"I don't know."

"Oh... Well then that means I can hang out with you!"

"Come on, let's go home." He held out his hand for him to take.

Alfred smiled and laughed as he took his hand.

"That kid is adorable. How come you lied to him, jerk?"

"Because I didn't want him to know."

"But wouldn't he just find out later? And it would be a lot worse for him? Did you really want him to feel pain like that you Jerk Arthur."

"He did find out a few weeks later when his father didn't come for him, but he forgave me quickly. He was such a sweet boy. Not-not that I care or anything. It's just because I didn't want to deal with him."

"Uh-huh. Meanie-anywhy next stop!" He grabbed his hand and they flew over the city.

Soon they came to a house and dropped through the roof into a room with slight decorations for Christmas. Alfred was a little older and so was Arthur.

Alfred smiled as he said,"No way! Is it really okay for me to have it?"

"Of course it is. I did buy it especially for you Alfred."

"Aw man, this is cool! Thanks dear Uncle, sir!"

"Take good care of it."

"Wow. I've got my very own toy soldiers." He gasped,"All of their faces are different!"

"Yes, I had the toymaker paint each of their faces seperatly."

"That's so cool!"

"To another memory!"

"Wait-"

There was a bright light and he found himself in the same room, except it was darker and there were no decorations. It took Arthur a second to realize what memory he was in.

"No! Show me no more! I do not want to see this memory at all! I want to go back! Take me back spirit! Take me back!"

"Shut up you butthead and watch."

A younger Arthur looked down at his newspaper as Alfred walked in,"Arthur."

"What is now you incompetent boy?"

"I want my freedom."

He still stared down at his newspaper with disintrest,"What are you talking about."

"I mean I'm moving to America."

This made him set him newpaper down and look at his nephew,"What do you mean your moving to America? Since when do you have the money to move to that blasted country?"

"Well I've been thinking about it for quite a while. I've been saving up my money. I now have enough money to take a boat there and live well for a few months."

"Why in the world would you move to America? Why are you leaving me?" His voice was just below a shout.

"Because you are not my uncle! All I want is my freedom and to get that is to get away from you!"

"I will not allow it! You are to stay right here in England!"

"You can't control my life you said it yourself. I'm incompetent, so you'll be better without me anyway."

"That's exactly why you can't go. You'll screw something up like you do everything and end up in trouble. I'm not going all the way to America just to save you."

"I hate you..."

"What was that boy?

"I said I hate you! You never let me do thing on my own! You treat me like some ignorant child, and I will simply take no more. I've already made up my mind I'm leaving."

"You just can't pack up and leave me."

"Watch me," he said with venom dripping from his words.

He ran up the stairs and came back down with two bags, pre-packed. He opened the front door and Arthur got up to his chair and followed the young man.

"Alfred, please.. Don't go... I... I'm... sorry."

"Goodbye U- Mr. Kirkland," with that he slammed the door shut.

Arthur watched as the only thing left from his brother, the only person he cared about disappeared into the rain.

"Why must you take delight in torturing me spirit?"

"I told you jerk this is your past don't blame for the things that have happened to you."

"Leave me be spirit."

His surroundings changed and he found himself in his own bed once again. He fell back and rolled to his side. He let out a sigh as he fell asleep.