Hello, dear viewers! See ? I promised to always update very soon. I really hope there are many out there who are enjoying this conflicted love story, although the 'love' part is still not so apparent. Well, don't worry anyways. Because starting this chapter, you'll see things getting more serious with our Briton gay boy :P and starting next chapter, ooops...! Ok no spoilers XD

Chapter 3: Annoying

Arthur's POV:

"Aww come on, bro!"

"No, I said. Al, I told you. You're not allowed to have burgers for today's lunch."

"But why!" He complained.

"Because it's not healthy. I'm saying for your own best." I replied.

"You're not my mom!" Alfred huffed, holding his arms on his muscular chest. How can he be so muscular - he's just 15, argh! And here's some more torture for me: the usual childish pout. Gosh, the lips. Sometimes...I really just want to reach out and ..—

"Dammit, Arthur!" Said my American brother and irritatedly pulled on his bag, withdrawing outside my room.

"Ugh, bloody git.." I sighed, cursing under my breath. Just why did we have to fight first thing in the bloody morning ! It's like, every time we're getting along together at evening, the next day surely we gotta brawl.

Yesterday, after returning home from school, Al insisted on coming over. Not that I minded but, well...actually I had no reason not to have him over. I was just...honestly, nervous. I thought I'd finally have some time to spend alone..privately, b-because I needed to be away from him. This feeling is becoming really burdening; especially because I can do nothing to help the matter. In fact, it's worsening more as my Al grows. Really, it's so tormenting just to look at his finest body and handsomest face.

In addition, the heat is becoming unbearable. And he's being as effortlessly irresistible as possible - of course, he's totally oblivious of that. Sometimes it feels like I really am lost. Why have I even fallen for a guy ? Why do I insist on loving him even though I know it's wrong ? But on a second thought, I wonder if its really wrong to have those feelings for another boy.

Back in England, it was mainly the reason of my father and brothers' hatred toward me. They had found out that I swung that way when I was around eight. Being a kid still, I was unaware what it was or why people shrugged in disgust when they saw me admiring both boys and men. Moreover, I have never had female friends - nor do I have now.

Speaking of the matter, I actually don't know which way does Al swing. Not that I have the right to force him to tell me, even if I'm like a big brother to him. But honestly, now that I think about it...I'm quite curious. Also, I wonder how would the American git react if he was to know about which way I swing. Wait, will he actually ever get to find out ?! No way, duh. Silly me, why'd I ever have such high expectations...or maybe it's because I want him to know ?..

"Oh my gosh, it's eight o'clock!" Damn! That's what I get for taking my sweet time thinking about personal stuff at very wrong timings. Honestly, this never happened before in the morning, before school.

Snapping out, I picked up myself and snatched necessary things to hold in my backpack. Too late for any breakfast or at least some tea, I stormed outside my room clumsily. I clicked the lock and made a run for it to arrive in time at school. I really don't like being late.

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Later on that day, I was thinking over and over about the same matter. Endlessly, the thoughts and ideas competed over my attention. And when I looked at one of them for a long time, the other ones had lost their patience and interrupted. Calmed and rather dull, that's how I looked - but there was a mental war going on inside my head.

Every minute had passed made my chest feel heavier. I didn't see Alfred around today; I hoped he'd show up in the break time or at home time - but he didn't. Several series of thoughts violently spun in my head, arousing a bitter headache and a need to spill my tears. I'm clearly aware that its not the way I'm supposed to be; crying because I didn't see my little brother who is also my crush - that's just...—

"Oi, Aasaa(arthur)!" A slender hand patted vigorously at my shoulder. Jumping slightly in shock, I turned around to see who it was.

"Oh..it's you, Mr. Wang" I sighed in relief, loosening my intense frown. "Hello there"

"Here you go mister this, mister that," He giggled and patted me casually twice, again. "Come on now, we've known each other ever since you came around, aru !"

It's true - this Chinese student here is my first friend to make outside England. But, I do have the habit of politely calling everyone as mister or their surname. After all, it's how we do it in Britain, too.

"So, friend, I've noticed your long, pale face today. Has there anything wrong happened, aru ?" He looked to me as we both paced slowly away from school, moving past several tens of other students.

"Well, nothing much" I shuffled uncomfortably as I walked, hoping that this doesn't end up where it sounds it would.

"Oh, no. I'm afraid it doesn't look like that to me, aru" Shaking his head in disagreement, his loosely tied ponytail swayed on his back. "Aasaa, you can trust to keep any of your secrets or worries with me. After all, you're my friend, aiyah!" Yao determinedly spoke, giving me a cool thumbs up. Well, a little talk wont harm, right ? Plus, I really needed to loosen up right now - I could feel my anxiety boiling.

"Errm, thanks Wang" I bowed my head slightly and he nodded. "I really appreciate your help" I added, grateful.

"No problem, aru ! So, what is it that's bothering you, Aasaa?"

"Um...this morning," I spoke, feeling quite uneasy and unused to disclose about my problems. "Alfred and I winded up into an argument, as I tried to prevent him from eating more burgers.. So then, he left and I didn't see him today at school."

"Ohh...–"

"Wang, I'm so bloody worried about him.. What if something wrong happened to him? ..W-What if he'll never speak to me again ?!"

"Oh, no..Aasaa. He will never do that just because of food. Plus, I saw him today in the hallway when I was putting my things in the locker." Yao spoke with a smile reassuringly. Trying his best to calm me down, because he noticed me trembling with worry.

"Oh really? Oh my gosh–.. I'm so glad he's doing well" I managed to break my frown into a soft, relieved expression.

Pausing a little with averted eyes, my Chinese friend then spoke - that was definitely suspicious. "Y-Yeah... You do really, really love him, aru yo !" He said it. And my face turned red like the tomatoes that the Spanish Antonio love.

"N-n-n—...N-NO WAY!" I blurted out, stopping in my tracks and turning to face a puzzled, shocked Wang. Just what the bloo—... Why?! I though no one KNEW !

"...Aasaa ? Are you okay, aru ?" My friend tapped my shoulder, cocking his head to one side.

"I-I'm sorry–.. I just.." I tried to explain, ignoring tens of pairs of eyes that shot their stares at me. Finding no words to use currently, I didn't keep my friend waiting for too long, I resumed to walk.

"It's okay, friend. You seem like you've been through some things, aru. I understand that, but one time you must call me to sit down and talk." He didn't offer, but rather - ordered me to do that. This guy, unlike everyone else, can really see what's in your mind. "Any time, Aasaa, really. I'm here!"

"..Thank you very much, dear. I'm indeed grateful, Mr. Wang" I politely nodded at him, moved by his generous kindness he'd always had for me.

"No problem, aru! Well, he is your brother after all. You do not be sad about a quarrel. Ask yourself ! Isn't that what siblings always do?!" The long haired brunette cheered in an attempt to lighten up the mood. However, it caused me to muse on the questions thoughtfully.

Am I actually his brother ? Or what does he honestly think of me as... Moreover, even if he does think of me as a sibling, I'm starting to imagine him more and more of a lover. But, wait. Lover, my arse !

"—I don't know..!" I threw my hands up, voice slightly loud. I bet at that time my expression was unclear, but Yao had read it like an open book.

"You need to relax, Aasaa. There must be something behind the matter that is causing you to doubt whether you're still brother-likes or not." He talked, And his every word was exactly true. I believed him, I trusted him - I know that only Yao can help me out of this headache. "And maybe you're not ready to disclose about it yet - so I'll just give ya your own time, aru !" His voice was soothing and thoughtful, but his last sentence was made sure to be cheerful.

"I can't help just to say you're so damn right, Wang" My chest rose then fell, huffing out some of the depression, I formed a tiny smile at him. Though, I really wonder if he saw it.

"Oh, here is it, aru" Glancing around, Yao identified the surroundings. "Well! Here we part... See ya tomorrow, Mr. Kirkland!" He joked with a loud laughter, probably aimed to provoke cheerfulness in me. "Make sure ya speak to me soon, aru !" Waving, he smiled and turned around - then left.

"Till later, Mr. Wang.." I replied to the air.

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Hahaa, okay ! That's it for this chapter. The next one will be the continuation, of course ~ So please be good and wait ^^! Also, look forward to it and please tell me what you think - review ! Thanks for reading so far anyways :)

Till later, guys !