Maa nante koto nanda! Dame desu!

A thumping sound emitted from the bed and the springs creaked slightly when he fell back on it. He raised a hand to rub his tired eyes and heaved a sigh of aggravation. "I can't believe all this crap..." he thought out loud, pushing his hair out of his face and kicking off his shoes. "Givin' me a number for some person who'll just think I'm psycho," he said in annoyance, glaring, and removed the slip of paper from his back pocket, staring intently at the numbers before scowling. "Who does he think he is?" he grumbled irately, flicking the paper onto the floor and sighing once more.

It's always been like this, he thought ruefully with an edge of annoyance. People have always thought I was crazy or somethin'... I misbehave a lot, but I'm not too sure why. They don't know either, though, he justified. So they can't lecture me about it!

The phone suddenly rang, yanking him out of his thoughts. He pushed himself up with an agitated groan and crawled over to the phone. "S'up?" he greeted distractedly, inspecting the floorboards. They look kinda loose, he thought, blinking at them and then his eyes trailed to the walls. And the wallpaper used to be blue, I swear... not brown... Ugh.

"Alfred? Hello?" said a slightly timid but undeniably annoyed voice, and Alfred instantly recognised it to be his younger brother.

"Hey, Mattie!" he shouted, more cheerful. "How was school?" he enquired, still staring at the wallpaper.

"The usual," answered his duplicate with an anguished sigh. "I was mistaken for you three times today."

"Less than usual!" Alfred said, hoping to brighten the boys spirits.

"Mm," Matthew hummed in response, unimpressed. "I heard that the head master called you to his office," he said, getting to the point.

"Head ma-- oh." The older blond laughed sheepishly. He was still so used to American terms. He had only moved to England last year, whereas his brother had been there for several years due to their parent's split-up. "I was, yeah."

Matthew waited a moment before rolling his sky-blue eyes. "Well?" he prompted. "What was it about?" he demanded shortly. His brother could be so clueless!

"Oh, right," Alfred said, still sounding as if he weren't all there. "Just stuff, you know..."

"No, I don't know. That's why I'm asking," remarked the younger blond, brow twitching slightly before he sighed softly. "I wish you'd trust me more," he said quietly, and Alfred instantly felt unbelievably guilty before anger washed over him.

"Don't gimme that!" he snapped furiously, clutching the phone tightly. "You know I trust you more than anyone! Don't get all sappy on me and--"

"Alfred, calm down. I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," came Matthew's firm but slightly hurt response.

Alfred paused before groaning. "No, Mattie," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. You know I have... y'know, trouble... controlling my temper and stuff..."

"Mm, I know," Matthew said gently. Both of them held their phones in awkward silence for a moment before Alfred decided he may as well divulge the information, or Matthew would be really worried and just pester him. Or worse, enlist France's help to get him to 'fess up.

"It... was about therapy. Julius recommended that I call some therapist called... uh, what was it again? Yong? Yang? Yao!" He snapped his fingers when he remembered. "Yao, yeah. That was it. Apparently he's a really successful therapist or something." He shrugged even though his brother couldn't see it.

"So," urged Matthew. "Are you going to call him then?" He sounded hopeful, which irritated Alfred slightly, but he hastily brushed it off.

"I dunno," he admitted, lying only slightly. Probably not... "I mean..."

"I know you hate therapists, Alfred," said his brother sympathetically. "But... maybe it'll be good for you?" He sounded nervous and uncertain, as if he was going to be beat up for it.

Alfred paused for a moment and sighed. "D'you have to gimme the guilt trip, Mattie?" he asked, a smile tugging at his lips against his will.

"It's the only way to make you do things."

The older blond chuckled. "I guess," he confessed, and then hesitated. "But I still dunno..."

"Then, Alfred," said Matthew, his voice desparate and pleading. "Please consider it, and think wisely."

"Yeah..." Alfred agreed slowly before nodding. "I'll... I'll think about it, Mattie."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

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"Arthur-san, you're soaked!"

The addressed man was leaning against the doorway, trying to regain his breath as his clothes and hair dripped. He was already creating a puddle. The sandy-haired man finally glanced up after managing to breathe again and sent his colleague an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Kiku," he said.

"Don't apologise," the shorter man replied hastily, his normally blank and calm eyes slightly concerned. "How did you get here? Your route is blocked." At Arthur's confused look, he said, "I saw it on the news..."

"Ah." The green-eyed man nodded. "Well, I walked."

Kiku seemed astonished. "In this weather? Arthur-san, I apologise for my rudeness, but that is insane!" he exclaimed worriedly.

Arthur chuckled fondly and smiled. "I'm all right, as you can see," he said. "You needn't worry for me."

Kiku just sent him a blank stare, but his brows were drawn, displaying his disapproval. "Next time it rains like this, you should just call to say you cannot come in..." he advised, trailing off when Arthur shook his head.

"I managed to get here, did I not?" the man questioned rhetorically, finally stepping fully into the place. "But, then... how did you get here?" he asked, wincing at the feeling of his wet clothes.

"I only live down this road," the Japanese man murmured. "You've been before, but you got... slightly drunk, so I doubt you would remember..."

The Englishman flushed slightly and laughed sheepishly, smiling weakly. "Ah... I'm sorry about that," he said sincerely, slightly embarrassed.

"It's fine," the dark-haired man reassurred him quickly. "But you really shouldn't have come in! You're soaked, and you still have to get home as well..."

"I'll be all right," Arthur assured, smiling. "I'm glad you care about me, Kiku," he said quietly and earnestly.

The Japanese man blushed slightly. "Of course," he muttered. "Now, I will try to find you a towel. Please excuse me." He bowed and departed into a door behind his desk, leaving Arthur dripping in the lobby.

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"I kinda wish teach' hadn't let me go home early... I'm all for having fun, but this is so boring! I have no one to do anything with!" complained a certain American boy as he leapt off of his bed. "I can't sleep, so I can't pass time with that. I don't have any good movies..." Matt only brought him his old Canadian movies, which are really weird... and what was with the Anti-Americanism one? It was kind of insulting, really. "Argh!" He hit the table beside him, practically smashing it. "What can I...?" He trailed off upon realising that something was under his hand. Blinking, he lifted his hand to see that little slip of bright yellow paper.

Alfred glared. "It's like you're provoking me or something," he muttered, staring at the paper as if it were evil reincarnate.

"Please consider it, and think wisely."

The American blinked and shook his head. Why did he suddenly remember that? Remember hearing Matthew plead with him to... call that place? Call those people? He didn't want to... he didn't need to, and he wasn't going to. He nodded curtly to himself as if confirming his thoughts. No, I don't need to call the dang therapists! I'm fine without 'em, and I think I should teach the school a lesson for thinking I need them... he thought mischievously as he dashed to his cupboard, yanking out his spare storage of graffiti cans.

"Payback."

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Pulling his jacket's hood up, Alfred's blue eyes darted around as he scanned the area, making sure no one was around. Once he was sure the surrounding area was empty, he flipped out his graffiti cans from his backpack. He shook the cans before he began spraying a verse on the old schoolwalls.

Probing intrusions
Deep within your brain
Try to find the reason why
You've gone insane, is what it read. He had meant to finish that verse but was interrupted by a loud, indistinguishable shout. He jerked abruptly only to see the student council representative dashing towards him.

"You are being so not awesome!" the albino boy shouted furiously, speeding towards Alfred, who hastily dropped his cans and ran for it. Needless to say, the red-eyed boy chased him endlessly, running around the school, over the football pitch where Alfred barely dodged getting tripped by the footballers--why were they even practicing in this weather?--and then skidded through the other playing field's until he reached the school gate. He glanced behind him, seeing the white-haired guy still chasing after him. Jesus Christ! He thought in surprise and aggravation. Doesn't this guy give up?

He tried to increase his speed to make it out of the school gates, pushing himself, pumping his legs harder and moving his arms more to increase his speed, and he had almost made it to the gates, when he crashed into someone who seemed to just appear out of nowhere.

"Whoa, now," exclaimed the brunet boy that had stopped him. "I'm afraid you will have to come with us," he said with a strong Spanish accent, sounding almost apologetic and yet very jubilant.

Alfred grit his teeth. "Damn," he cursed, and then fell forwards when someone ran into him from behind. "Dude, what the hell?" he began, glowering behind him only to see that white-haired guy punching the air.

"Damn it, Antonio, you were supposed to let me get him!" he cried angrily.

"My apologies, mi amigo," replied the Spaniard with an amiable chuckle. "However, I thought it would be easier this way." The brunet turned to the blond with a bright smile. "You must follow us now."

"Why?" Alfred muttered, pouting. He shouldn't have been caught by the villains! He was a hero!

Antonio chuckled. "I doubt head master Julius would appreciate someone defiling school property," he explained cheerfully, clapping Alfred on the back and steering him towards the main building where the head master's office was located.

"Wait up, Antonio!" the red-eyed boy ordered, running up to them and walking beside the American kid. "So, who're you?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

"Uh..." Alfred looked confused. "Why are you talking to me?"

The other boy shrugged. "'Cause I'm bored. Anyway, the name's Gilbert, and this is my friend, Antonio." He gestured haphazardly to the slightly taller guy, who chuckled in response.

This guy sure is cheerful... Alfred thought skeptically, blinking at the Spaniard before frowning. "Uh... well... can't you just lemme off? I'm already kinda in trouble..."

"I'm afraid not," Antonio apologised merrily as they entered the building, already completely soaked.

"By the way," Gilbert whispered conspirationally, and Alfred glanced at him curiously. "How come your graffiti didn't run in this rain?"

"Ah!" Alfred's eyes sparkled. "I've got--"

"I don't think you should be discussing these things," the brunet boy said happily but with a slightly threatening undertone.

"Psh, don't try to scare Al," murmured the albino, and Alfred wondered when they had suddenly been on abrrieviated names, let alone first names in general. "I know you're terrified of that Arthur bloke. You practically piss your pants when you see him!" he exclaimed, laughing loudly.

True enough, Antonio had paled slightly but he covered it up with a shaky smile after swallowing. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, amigo," he said, sounding strained. "Ah, we're here!" He sounded rather relieved. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Alfred!" he said, joyfulness back as he patted the American on the back. "Good luck with the head master." Giving the blond a final sympathetic nod, he dragged Gilbert somewhere else. Alfred guessed the student council room, but it was only a vague thought as he stared at the slightly intimidating door. He raised his hand to knock.

"Come in," a voice called seriously before his fist landed on the wood.

Alfred started, blinking, before swallowing and opening the door. "Teach', I--" he began, but, once more, Julius raised a hand to silence up. Alfred's mouth snapped shut and he fell into his usual chair.

"I'm not going to ask you why you did it," the man said in a sombre tone, and Alfred found a mobile phone thrust into his face. He blinked and looked up at his teacher, clueless.

"Teach'...?"

"Call them. Now."

A pause.

But I don't need help... I don't want help...

"Alfred... you need this. You may not want it, but you need it. Your brother is worried... Call them."

Alfred reached out, and took the phone.

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Characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Aww, Arthur has unrequited love for Kiku right now. :c Kiku doesn't realise it. And like I said, this will be USxUK, not EnglandxJapan. Japan will be with Greece later on. I bet you can't guess what's going to happen. *smirks* I really highly doubt it...

Please critique!