Whoa! Another chapter for everyone. I'm so happy people are like this, I was so afraid that no one was going to like it and everything. Any way, wish me luck this weekend, I'm cosplaying as China. Our Cosplay is so weird...America and England bickering, annoying Germany to the point where he just explodes, a China clone, an epic China vs. China battle refereed by Prussia and his bird before he takes clone China away after Gilbird is flung to knock them out, every one betting on China to win, and then a complete google dis on China by America...wow there's a lot of China. Yes a great way to start spring break off.

Of course, Spring Break happens to be filled with some reports, like a Research paper on the cultural movement of anime, a creative writing assignment where TVs don't exist, reading for APUSH and a spanish report on Diego Velazquez( I spelled his name wrong). Okay...at least a few will make me smile.

Any way, I still don't own anything.


Chapter 2:

Arthur and Francis were known amongst the hospital staff, most may not know them by name, but they did know them by looks. Francis was greeted by a warm hello and a swift hospital room number. He smiled at the receptionist; they smiled back before, gently reaching for his arm.

"Who's the blonde kid?" They asked, causing Francis too look at them weird. He walked off without giving them an answer. Yet two more nurses stopped him and asked the same question. It was then that Francis started to question himself. Not as to who, but why was there a blonde kid with his brother.

He rounded the corner, nearing Arthur's room, and he did indeed take notice of the blonde kid everyone was talking about. Francis had seen him in school; he was new…like new, new. From what Francis understood, and what Gilbert told him, was the fact that he had moved in just a month before school started. He was the new student, and he didn't exactly fit into the crowd well, Gilbert took him under his wing because he said he was the heir to "high school awesomeness".

The boy's name was Alfred, Alfred F. Jones, as he had formally introduced himself. He was a bright person, both in brains and attitude. He was easy to get along with, but one kid had managed to tick him off and it was like a whole new leaf was turned. Alfred could have force if he needed it.

Francis was a bit shocked to find him there in his work clothes. He knew Alfred worked with his aunt in their flower shop. Francis had spotted him cleaning up the display in the front, and Alfred had greeted him warmly, they had only known each other for a few days when it happened. They had conversed a bit before Alfred gave him in Iris from the bucket he was moving ("Because you look down."), Francis had given it to Arthur knowing the meaning Alfred had given it to him was probably for hope or high spirits, or something of that nature.

"Alfred?" Francis questioned with a hissed and the younger teen was quick to straighten up to his full height and turn to the sound of his name.

"Francis?!" Alfred was rather caught of guard, his sky blue eyes wide and blinking behind his square frames.

"What are you doing here?" Francis asked.

"Uh…some kid had a real bad asthma attack at the shop…or at least that's all I think that happened." Alfred said pointing to the room number, the same room number Arthur was to be in. "What are you doing here?"

"Half-brother's health is acting up again." Francis said, catching the puzzlement on Alfred's face, as he too pointed to the same room. "Is this a shared room?" It was a stupid questioned; this floor was all single patient rooms. Alfred shook his head.

"Wait, he's your brother?!" Alfred said looking like a thousand light bulbs just turned on in his head. Alfred was bright, but he was an idiot as well.

"Half-brother," Francis hated the fact the he corrected Alfred, different mothers or not they were still brothers. He reached for the door feeling Alfred watching him as he did so. He opened the door as Alfred opened his mouth to say something, but the slamming door cut him off. "Ours, what the hell happened?!" Francis snapped.

Arthur turned to the sound of his childhood nickname; he started not saying a word. "What did you do? Why is Alfred here?" Francis asked, knowing very well yelling would get him no where with Arthur. Yet Arthur still didn't answer, but he looked like he was asking 'who?' Francis sighed, pointing at the door and the semi split shades, where Alfred had probably was seen. Arthur turned, only to look back at Francis with even more confusion, Francis turned to find there was no one there at all. "The blonde teen who was wearing the florist outfit."

The look of 'oh' washed over Arthur's face, closely followed by the 'shit' look. "I…I…I went for a walk."

"Alone." Francis hissed and Arthur cringed slightly.

"It was fine till the bloody asthma attack." Arthur urged, his grip on the sheets tightening, and his monitored hear was beating with nervousness or fear. Francis sighed and merely sank into a nearby chair. He was going to let their father deal with Arthur.


"I'm sorry Gilbert, but I need to borrow Alfred." Francis said calmly, the following Monday. The white haired senior looked at him, his red eyes clearly testing Francis's blue ones. Antonio merely watched with Alfred as to what was going on.

"Just don't steal his awesome virginity." Gilbert said with a wide smile, before just about ripping Alfred from his safe spot on the concrete ledge and flinging him and Francis. Alfred was stuttering about stupidly, and Gilbert just wacked him on his back and urged him on.

Francis grabbed Alfred by the upper arm and pulled him off away from the other two, causing the American to watch the turn disappear with very unsure eyes. Some people whispered and other's chuckled, but Alfred was just left to stumble along awkwardly. Francis dragged him to the school roof and finally let go, the younger teen took a giant step back.

"You're seriously going to let what Gilbert said go to your head?" Francis said with a raised eyebrow and the taller blonde gave a weak nod. He was unsure, whither it was Gilbert's words or the awkward moment at the hospital, Francis wasn't sure what was causing the uneasiness. "Where the hell did you go last night?!"

"Uh…um…home." The taller stammered for an answer. "Look…Elogi told me to wait until family came along…you know…just in case…no one came—but you came…so I left."

"What happened?" Francis interrogated and Alfred held his hands up quickly.

"I told you at the hospital, he had a serious asthma attack…well that and he covered his eyes…but all in all he was just being a costumer." Alfred defended, "I was just trying to help him okay."

"I'm not mad," Francis cleared up quickly, watching the American blink and him with shock, "I just want to know what happened. It's just Arthur doesn't have problems breathing unless his heart gets going. I just want to know if something was wrong before the attack okay."

"Well there was a group of boys…"

"A group of boys?"

"Yeah, those jerks that wanted ya'll to go to the party or something…still whinny if you ask me." Alfred informed. "Look I don't know what was going on, but they've been around the shop, being jerks I guess, I'd seen them before. All I know is they were talking and laughing and suddenly it was like Arthur pissed them off or something." Alfred paused, as if to recall the moment or something. "One had him in there air, and they looked like they were going to show him a thing or two you know."

"Who."

"I'm still new here, I don't know, but I told you they were the ones that wanted you at the party." Francis growled with frustration, and Alfred was quick to reach for him and pull him back almost. "Look, he wasn't hurt, just shaken up."

"He could have not come back!" Francis snapped, and Alfred removed his hand like it burned. "Arthur's very fragile," he breathed out, truing to calm down, "he's been that way since he was born."


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Don't worry, I'll explained why Arthur is so fragile in the next chapter. I still love Alfred, he so awkward as the new kid, it's fun, cause in reality America is a young country, not as young as most, but you get the idea. Oh and Gilbert takes him under his wing cause their like neighbors...and I kinda like Prussia when he's actually trying to be a nice person. High School Awesomeness, I'm one to talk. -laugh- I also love sick Arthur, cause he can be a sick hurt puppy if he wants to, a sick hurt puppy that will rip of your face and shove it up your ass. Of course Arthur knows what his health does, so he can be a bit nervous and fearful when Francis flips on him.

Ours- Bear in French (because Arthur means Bear)

Please RxR or Francis will take Alfred's awesome virginity...or maybe Arthur's....AHHHH!!