Hi again you guys! It's been so looong! (not really ;D ) I hope you're still as great as you were the day before yesterday and that you'll like this new chapter!

I actually finished most of this right after finishing the second one, but I thought it would be kind of good with a little suspense until this one so I waited with it. I haven't finished the fourth one whoever but hope to be done in a flash with that one as well ;)

So here is Arthur's first day at school! How do you think that will go? ;) and what will happen between the young boys? Read to find out ppl! Remember that I answer every review so if you have any questions, just let me know!

Warning!: ATTENTION! ATTENTION! THERE WILL BE GAY SEX AND FLUIDS SOOON ENOUGH so if you don't like that, sorry, but you can go somewhere else and take a piss :)

Disclaimer: I didn't create Hetalia, sadly enough. I would probably have made Alfred a little less of a woos if I had :( He is a damn pussy! -using naughty words just to rebel against morals!-

At first, Arthur had not at all been locking forward to the trip to his relatives, knowing that this would probably be just another family to convince that he was sane. He just wanted to get an apartment as quickly as possible and then move out, his mother's little arrangement for him had been nothing but a bother the last months. Damn that woman, always meddling into his business without knowing she could burn her nose as easily as a butterflies drowns in a flowing river.

The flight had been annoyingly tiresome and the flight attendant had been hitting on him the entire way, making it impossible for him to even try to sleep. Women. They had a thing for him and he didn't even enjoy their company.

His 'new mother' had been very nice to him though, even though he could see clearly that he was not at all what she had expected. He couldn't blame her. She had probably thought him to be a stereotypical English boy, in school uniform, tidy hair, cute accent and sipping tea out of white little porcelain cups. Since that had not been the case, more like... the opposite, she had been trying to smile very politely and taken his hand, looking like she almost thought he'd jump her and kill her right there.

The house was pretty large though, bigger than the one he and his family had back in London. Two floors and a basement where there was a hangout place for teenagers it seemed, a bit living room connected to the kitchen, pretty large outdoor aria too, which was cool.

The father he hadn't seen much of, he wasn't looking forward to it after what he had overheard the older woman talk about in the phone with a friend. He didn't seem like such a nice guy, more like a punk?

He had realized, during those very first hours that she seemed to forget that he was even there, or at least thought he couldn't understand what she was saying. Like, she thought he didn't understand English. Ha had been sitting by the table with a glass of water and looked out the window as she spoke on the phone, right next to him and in that moment, he had not at all been there for her. His own mother used to do that as well. There was nothing in the world that made you feel smaller than when one of your parents ignored you like that... he wondered, there at the table, if she did that towards her own sons too.

Speaking of her sons. When the older one, Alfred, had gotten home from school that day, Arthur thought he might die from chock. He had been expecting some sort of jock, self-obsessed and pathetic really. He had seen some football things in the hallway and some shoes that looked all muddy from training or perhaps running... but what came in though the door was not what he had thought.

Yes, he was obviously on the football team, judging by the thick blue-gray-white sweater thrown over his bag and his eyes where piercing like fucking fire, but he didn't look anything like the bitch Arthur had imagined.

Mother forgive me... he had thought and swallowed at the thoughts bubbling up in his mind, his vision going slightly blurry as he had stood up to great his cousin. I know I promised you... that this wouldn't happen but look at him! He's... fucking amazing.

The evening had been fun, just getting to know the guy and getting further disproved by the other's personality. There was something totally innocent about him even though he tried to be so much older than what he was. Cause what was he? 17? Tops. At least he wasn't older than Arthur, that was for sure...

"Fuck..." he cursed when cutting through the skin on his index finger. When he got too lost in thoughts he drifted and did stupid things in the real world, like cutting where he shouldn't be cutting. It was early in the morning and since he had not been able to sleep for very long, he had gotten up to make them all breakfast.

He could blame his lack of need for sleep on jet lag, anyone would understand, and he would. But that wasn't at all the case. Jet lag had never really bothered him that much, not as much as with his mother for instance. What had left him sleepless was the fact that he had realized his cousin was a cuddler. That's right. The definition of the word: Someone or something cuddly, who cuddles. That's what he was, at least in his sleep.

After falling asleep in Alfred's bed he had woken up again a few hours later, feeling himself getting squeezed tightly against the other's strong chest, skin against his cheek and arms holding around the small of Arthur's back. The chock had been total and when he had failed to get away the first five attempts, he had been lying there totally still, not to wake the younger one up.

Just a couple of minutes later though, Alfred had let him go and turned towards the wall instead. But the damage had already been done, leaving Arthur hard as a fucking brick wall.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." he cursed again as he dropped the knife at the memory, the blade almost hitting his bare toes. "That was close..." he half whimpered in slight fright before picking it up again, feeling warmth spreading through his stomach from the memory from an hour ago. It was dangerous how those warm hands had felt so good against his back, the strands of the younger one's hair tickling his forehead as well...

I'll just have to... get through this. I can't... I can't let myself do this again. It's not worth it. Damn body...

He had trembled later, when Alfred touched his fingers as he put that stupid bandaid on... trembled as if his blood sugar had dropped from high to nothing in a second... damn. Not again.

... ... ...

"So..." Al chuckled when they stepped out of the car by the gates to the school grounds. His mother had insisted on driving them, which she hadn't done since he'd been in middle school. He suspected it was because of the fact that she didn't want the other mother's to see Arthur from the windows when the buss drove by their houses. Of course she had told them about the boy, but not that he was... different, which was a word she had whispered to him at least three times this morning. "This is it, English boy"

"Cool" was the answer he got from his cousin, who seemed busy trying to take everything in really. By the time he looked up at the school he chuckled a little and nodded. "looks better than my last school...Which I got kicked out of for speaking out of turns" the last part he leaned closer to Al and whispered, making sure that his mother in the car didn't hear him.

Al just laughed. It didn't really surprise him. "British people really do have sticks up their asses, huh?" he then asked and handed Arthur his back, which he had carried for him from the door to the car.

"You have no idea" the other one laughed back and corrected the black shirt he was wearing, looking kind of cool in those boots, even though they looked to be too warm. Al didn't really mind the way he dressed.. not in the way everyone else seemed to mind at least. He thought it was cool that Arthur had the courage to be different from everyone else... here, the only people that were different got bullied. Maybe it was time that they changed that? After all, Al himself was one of the most popular guys at school. Not to brag, but he was kind of the Hero.

"You ready for your first day at school punk?" he asked as they were crossing the yard, feeling everyone's eyes follow them as the went. Arthur nodded as answer but he looked a but uncertain. They wouldn't be in the same class and Al suspected his cousin already knew what most 'different' kids went through here. It was visible in their eyes, all of them looking like they were seeing a cockroach, wanting to kill it as soon as possible. "You'll be fine..." Al just smiled and gave the other a warm pat on the shoulder before moving into the principals office where he was supposed to leave him. "You're My friend after all, right? My cousin even..."

"Haha, really funny, cause now I am hungry again..." Arthur smiled, his green eyes twinkling as he did so. "AND my worst nightmare has come true; I will be saved by a jock in an American high school. I'm terribly happy."

"Go shit yourself England" he joked back while backing out of the door they had just passed through, ignoring Arthur's 'I think you've got my name wrong Mr. America' and waving at the principal as he entered the room. "Here he is, my cousin, take good care of him, yes?" As he man laughed slightly, Al made eye contact with his half terrified cousin again and smiled. "Don't die on your first day, yes?"

"I'll make sure to do my best boss"

Al chuckled and hurried off to his lesson, feeling himself smiling the entire way, and that wasn't really something he usually did at school. Smile. He hadn't really been understanding why but somehow he felt a bit better now that Arthur was hear. Maybe he had just been worried that he'd be a total punk that would ruin his life and now that he had realized that was not the case, he relaxed? It seemed like a reasonable explanation and he left it at that.

"Good morning baby" Lauren smiled as she met up with him at the entrance, where she almost always stood, waiting for him if they didn't happen to be taking the buss together. She was wearing her Cheerios uniform like always, her dark hair up in a cute phony tail and her hands hugging the books for first period. "Did you have a nice weekend? Your cousin as much of a punk as you thought?"

He laughed inwardly at her curiosity. She was always like this, and she didn't even try to hide it. At least not from him. "It was nice, calm... And no, he was actually pretty cool." he then answered and put his arm around her slimmed waist, pulling her close. For some reason he felt the need to be close, so he ignored her chocked expression as he did so. Everyone was looking at them (which she should like, but they usually didn't show much of their... relationship to anyone else. Even though everyone knew of course, she had made sure of that.) "Mom wasn't home so we just sat by the TV, ate some food and had fun... kind of"

"Oh..." she answered, blushing still but getting used to it a bit too quickly for his taste. As long as she didn't think this would make it all official. He couldn't stand all the shit if she did. Relationships weren't his thing at all. "Well, I want to meet him later, you'll have to introduce us, promise?"

"Yes, yes I promise" he answered absentmindedly and opened his locker to get his things. He was half aware of the fact that they would get a little late, but since his history teacher totally adored him, just like all the other girls, he didn't really feel any pressure to be in time. She wouldn't tell on him anyway. Besides, his mind as deep in thought about how he could change things around here... the thought of Arthur getting beat down behind the gym because of how he dressed or maybe that he was from Brittan made him nauseous and he didn't want to risk that. No. He had to do at least something in this matter.

Before, he hadn't really cared what happened to those poor bastards. They just passed him like shadows, heads down with quick steps, trying to get away from the predators that lurked around corners and inside rooms. He couldn't imagine what they went through all day, and maybe that was why he hadn't done anything about it... He didn't want to know. He didn't need to know. The bullies where his friends. He didn't need to know what misery they caused others...

... ... ...

"You're from Britain?" the girl asked, smiling sweetly at him from where she was sitting. He suspected the only reason she was talking to him was because she had to sit next to him, or maybe that the class had ordered her to ask so they didn't have to. He could feel all eyes on him, everyone wanting to know, everyone listening for his answer.

"Yes" he smiled back and tilted his head a little to the side, trying to look kind even though he got that most of them had already taken him for a rebel that they had to crush, of course. "My family lives in London."

"Cool..." she nodded, thinking for a while, her blond, long hair tied up in a phony tail which she was twirling around her finger. "So... is that like... the capital of Britain or something?"

He suddenly felt sorry for her, everyone else sighing with irritation at her half stupid question. She was one of those 'blonds', even though her hair was colored to look like that. He always felt sorry for people like her without being able to help it. They were already moving into adulthood, some rooting for collage at the beginning of next school year, some wanting to make something out of their lives and still they knew so little about the world. Sex and alcohol seemed to be one of the few things they really knew, nothing more.

He smiled and opened his mouth to answer her question, kind as he was, but the teacher cleared his throat and everyone turned their faces towards him, even the blond girl. Telling her all about his home could wait, he thought. She might not even know that she was a bit behind, but she didn't seem like a bitch at least. He might come to need someone like her if he wanted to survive at the school.

The class was pretty interesting and he had a lot to think about, the time moving quickly as the teacher praised him for his knowledge about psychology, which he noticed the other guys in class didn't really approve of.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" his teacher called as soon as class was over and Arthur was picking his things together. It was nice that he didn't seem as formal as Arthur's last teachers had done and he smiled as he walked up to the desk.

"Yes sir?"

"You really surprised me today" the older man begun and started wiping the board clean as he spoke. "You really stand out here... and still you seem to be more educated than most of my students."

"I paid a lot of attention in middle school" Arthur answered and looked at the strong back of the other one, smiling still. He did like flattery. "And my parents where very strict with my education... I guess I stick out because the only way I could revolt was by dressing informally as much as I could, until they couldn't tell me not to anymore"

The teacher laughed and threw him a glance over his shoulder. "Really? That's very bright of you, realizing that about yourself kid"

Arthur shrugged slightly and looked down at his body, smiling a bit at that too. "Well, I do like punk-music, how could I not? And I don't know... I guess you express yourself differently here, since no one seems to like what I'm wearing."

"They're just stupid..." the older sighed and put the eraser down before turning to look at him with a half sad smile. "I was like you, when I was your age... Not from Britain" he added with a soft chuckle. "but different from everyone else... people here, they're just intimidated by the ones who stick out too much, don't ever get pushed down boy it, ok?"

There was some sort of harsh tone in his voice, even though he looked worried and Arthur recognized it from so many teachers before. They all seemed to think that he wouldn't be able to make it through school (which he also never had, at least not when going to the same school for more than a couple of weeks in a row)... This one knew what it felt like, to be alone.

"I promise..." he answered and smiled softly, a reassuring one he hoped. "I'm pretty used to it, and my cousin is a jock, he promised he'd save me..." At this his teacher laughed a little and raised a questioning eyebrow. "He's on the football team I think... Alfred Jones?"

"Ah..." he nodded in understanding. "Well, he's a good card to play. If I had to choose a jock to stick up for me, I'd definitely go for him"

"Cause he's like the most popular kid at school I bet?" he asked, still curious about this kind of cute cousin of his. His teacher seemed amused by the question but then shook his head.

"Not only because of that, but I see you've done your homework about him?" Before Arthur could answer however, the bell rung and the older one looked up in surprise. "You really should be heading to your next class kid, otherwise you'll be in trouble on your first day here"

"I already am" he just chuckled back and then nodded in good bye, walking towards the door with his chest feeling kind of light and happy now. At least he had a teacher he could come to if he ever needed help with something. And it wasn't even a woman this time. Level up! That meant his teacher would probably stay professional and not get to personal with him...

... ... ...

"nnhh... fuck" she whimpered and he laughed, his stomach fluttering with something he hadn't felt in a very long time as he nibbled at her sensitive neck, hands pushing her harder against the hard surface when she gripped the desk underneath her until her knuckles grew white.

"That's what I'm doing" he mumbled into her hair, lips pressed against her earlobe soon after. "Didn't you notice?"

"Fuck you... oh nnh..."

She did make cute noises when she was like this. Especially when she was pushed down against something hard. He didn't really like that he himself was totally distracted by the noise from the busy corridor outside, by the laughter of his friends as they were making fun of someone, by the steps and hushed voices as the fourth period started and eventually even the silence was bothering to him. He couldn't concentrate on her, not at all but it wasn't until the thought of his cousin came into his mind that he understood just how distracted he was.

"Fuck..." he groaned and came before he even had the time to warn her. She was down on her knees, liking to suck him as he came but she was surprised still and swallowed with a half choking sound. "..s..sorry..." he mumbled and wiped her cheek clean with his thumb.

"You could have at least warned me there Mr..." she sighed but could not keep her smile away. "We're late for class baby..." she then smirked and bit her lip hornily, as if he hadn't just fucked her brains out a minute ago. She was a monster in bed, if anything.

"Yes" he answered and put his glasses on, since he had dropped his contacts again, because of her. Of course, she gave away a soft moan, seeing him in glasses always did that to her. "And I was thinking that maybe we should hurry so that we don't miss even more of it?"

"Oh you boring idiot..." she pouted and poked at his naked chest, her naked skin very pretty in this light, even he realized that. "Don't get dressed..."

He snort and shook his head. "I just gave you the fucking hour of your life... be a little grateful for once will you?"

She was taken aback by his words and said something like 'I'm sorry, christ...don't be mad...' but he didn't really listen. He somehow felt tired now, of her that was. She was always like this, trying to get him to do it again and again without even taking a breather in between. He never wanted to do it more than once, two tops and even if he did manage to do it two times in a row, he needed time to get hard again and he couldn't do that when she started pissing him off.

"I'm gonna go..." he said and pulled his jeans on. "You can do what ever you feel like"

"Come on Al..." she sighed and tried to close her arms around his waist to make him stop. "Don't be like this... we had such a good time..."

"No" came his answer before he had time to stop himself. "You had a good time." Before she even realized what he had just said, he removed her hands and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind himself and pulling his sweater on. "I just want to go home..."

"Then why don't we?" Arthur asked from where he was sitting in one of the large windows, startling Al almost to death.

"What are you doing up there? Here..? Shouldn't you be at class?" he blurred out, trying very hard not to show how much his heart had started raising.

"Shouldn't you?" his cousin just replied and jumped down easily, his hands almost immediately sneaking into his pockets. When Al didn't answer he seemed to think for a while, then adding. "I got bored... and the other guys in my classed seemed so intimidated and I thought, it's just day one, I shouldn't push them..."

"Sounds like a good enough excuse to skip..." he said, knowing he himself didn't have one at all. "So... you wanna head home?"

"I'd be delighted" Arthur smiled back, but nodded towards the door which Al had just stepped out through. "You sure you don't want to... tell her?"

"Al?"

He could feel shivers run down his spine when he heard her voice. As if she had just caught him cheating on her with one of her best friends... at least that was what she made him feel like. He didn't even want to turn around to look at her, sneaky ninja... always getting up behind his back before he had time to run.

Now... why did he feel like this? Never mind.

His feelings must have shown in his face though because Arthur wrinkled his forehead at first, then smiled charmingly and reached a steady hand out towards the now shy girl by the door. "Hello, you must be Lauren..?" he said and even though she looked uncertain, now that Al turned his head to look at them, she shook it. "I've heard a lot about you. Gosh, prettier than I thought, and that's saying something"

"Thanks..." she blushed and bit her lip cutely. Al's stomach was turning. Why was Arthur being so nice to her? Hadn't he seen that Al didn't want to be here? Why did he talk to her...? he was still mad at her... if he stayed here, she'd just make everything good again and for some reason he wasn't sure he really wanted that. "Baby?"

He snapped out of thoughts and looked at her, seeing her questioning eyes. There was something in them he hadn't really seen before. Was she frightened? "Yeah..." he answered and took a couple of steps closer, putting a hand on the small of Arthur's back and smiling. "This is my cousin, Arthur. The one I told you about" She nodded and smiled as well, her old self returning because obviously she thought this would make everything right. "Arthur, as you thought, this is..."

"His girlfriend" she interrupted and even though he didn't show it, he thought he would puke right there. She however, smiled even wider when she saw Arthur's eyes widen.

"Really?" he asked and she nodded happily, hooking her arm with Al's before he could tense his body about to hinder her. "He didn't tell me about that part?" Arthur added while searching for Al's eyes but he just forced a smile and tried not to look at his older cousin. Not that Arthur would understand how he felt really, and the older one must think she was a real catch... but Al had tried to tell Arthur the day before that he wasn't involved romantically with anyone, this would just make him look like a stupid, scared idiot.

"We're not really..." she started and he could feel her pressing gently against him as she spoke. "Well... not really official, our relationship I mean."

"I see" Arthur smiled. "I wish you luck then, and be sure to take good care of my foolish cousin will you? He needs someone who is strong enough to handle him and who can cook for him. Can you handle it?"

"Yes sir!"

"We need to go though..." Al said before she had the time to say anything else. "Arthur isn't feeling well and I thought I'd follow him home, he doesn't know the way yet and..." he looked at his cousin, trying to get him to help him with this because frankly he didn't know anything he could tell her that would make her go back to class instead of following them home and pester them for hours.

"Don't you have class hun?" the older one asked almost immediately after Al had ended his sentence.

"Yes but..." Now she was the one looking for help in Al's eyes, apparently wanting him to defend the cause and tell her that of course she could come with them. He didn't, instead he kept looking at Arthur. There was something in those green eyes, something cold. Why did he look angry like that? It was not like he was really showing it, it was just a hint in his eyes, the way his jaw was clenched, maybe a flicker of emotion when she looked up at Al and couldn't see it...

"You shouldn't miss class for our sake" he said and Al knew she wouldn't protest now. "We'll see you tomorrow Lauren?"

"Of course..." she nodded, looking totally disappointed but not coming with any objection. "it was nice to meet you Arthur, Al..." she pulled a little at his arm and he followed her a couple of steps towards the window to listen. "Please don't be mad at me baby..." she whispered and pulled at the hem of his pants a little, trying to look cute again. "You know I just want you so much..."

He couldn't believe that she was doing this, and that he was letting her, but he knew if he played along, she'd let him go so he nodded. Returning her kiss as she leaned against him, thinking about other things, not letting her affect him the way she wanted to. When she leaned back she looked a bit disappointed but still happy that he was no longer mad. (yeah right he wasn't).

"You didn't tell me he was..." she started and threw a glance at Arthur who was waiting for him at the door now. "You know..."

"No I don't know?" he lied, the anger bubbling again all red and furious in his blood. He was tired of hearing that now. First his mom and now th entire school... it was even sickening to him. "Never mind Lauren..." he then added when he saw that she was about to talk a hell of a lot again. "I'll see you tomorrow..."

"But how about practice...?" She looked worried as she asked and he suddenly realized he had totally forgotten about it. He threw a look at Arthur as well, who was listening but trying not to look like he was.

"I don't know..." he tried but she immediately shook her head at him.

"You never miss a practice Al..." she said, sounding more like a mother than anything else. Or maybe just like her own, annoying self this time. "And you shouldn't start with it just cause you have to take care of your cousin or what ever, you're in charge of what you should do... not your mother or.. him?" At the last word she gave his cousin a look as if she felt something smelling really badly and Al felt his stomach turn.

"I'll be there... now let me show him the way home, ok?" he couldn't keep the annoyance and distaste out of his voice but she didn't even seem to notice. Like she didn't notice the fact that he WANTED to go home and WANTED her to leave him alone. His mother had only told him to be kind to Arthur, not take care of him and Arthur wasn't the kind of person who asked for that either. He WANTED to be with Arthur more than to be with her, more than to know that after practice... she'd be waiting for him. He felt completely not horny for the first fucking time in his life.

Arthur was already walking down the hallway when Al caught up with him and they left the school without a word, side by side.

"You know..." Arthur started hesitantly. "If you don't want her... you should just tell her like a man? Or lie... you don't look like you're enjoying her company very much bro..."

"I..." Al sighed and kept his eyes locked to his feet, kicking dirt. "I used to feel like... with her I didn't have to pretend or anything, it was just... casual you know? Like... we'd... do it when we felt like it and that was that... nothing more to it... now she... I don't know..."

"She's like in every other case, wanting love and attention when you thought everything was going so great...?"

Al was bout to answer when he realized there was something up with the way his cousin had spoken. He didn't sound... like he knew he'd said it. Maybe it was just in Al's imagination but there was even a glimpse of something cold again in those green ones... He sounded like some kind of advanced robot, trying to simulate emotions where there were none. Or maybe... Yes. It must have just been his imagination. What else could it be?

"Yeah... I guess I'm just not ready for what she wants..." he said while still thinking about it.

"Or you're just not into her that much..." Arthur replied, not at all sounding robotic now. Must have just been his imagination, yes. "Maybe, you're meant for someone else..."

"Like who...?"

OMG you guys! That was chapter three! What did you think about it? :D

I know the story is progressing a bit slowly but not to worry, I will soooon change that ;) I have som naughty cards up my sleeve! That's for sure ._.

Please review and tell me what you think about all of this, and maybe what you think is going to happen ;D that's always fun to hear!

Don't forget that I will be cosplaying this with my bf in a couple of months so don't miss the pics on DeviantART!

See ya next chappie cuties!