A.N – Just like, thank you so much for the reviews and follows! C': Lots of dialogue in this, and it's a bit carry on… I DON'T KNOW :c I also apologise for Allistor's accent ;-;

"B-b-but, Sir," Matthew enquired timidly, his voice shaking as it pretty much always did as Allistor took his seat.

"Who said that?" mocked Gilbert snidely, but again was quickly silenced by a hard glare from the teacher. Needless to say, he wasn't as horrendously popular with teachers as he was with students.

"My b-b-brother usually s-s-sits t-t-there," Matthew continued softly, trying a little too hard to ignore what was being so rudely said behind him.

"But he's not here," Arthur and the teacher informed him in unison, Arthur sighing his words impatiently, even though the fact the American wasn't there was perfectly clear,

"Besides, it's probably only for one lesson." Allistor glanced at Arthur sympathetically, sensing his annoyance with having to state the obvious.

"It's most likely he got a door in his home blocked with hamburger wrappers and can't get out," Roderich, who was sitting in his usual lordly fashion across the table, commented in his aristocratic heavily Austrian accented tone.

"True, Specs!" snorted Gilbert, hearing the words of the other Austrian. Even Abby and Antonio, this time, were looking like they were about to explode from trying to hold their laughter in. Allistor, on the other hand – was keeping especially quiet, a genuine confused look on his face. Roderich winced slightly, and adjusted his glasses so they sat on the very tip of his nose, exposing the stormy violet hues of his eyes.

"Please refrain from calling me that, Gilbert," he offered meekly, his voice not matching the scornful expression set in his creamy skin. But now, his face also carried a heavy pink blush that scattered his cheeks. But then he noted Allistor's expression, "when you meet Alfred, you'll know."

The Austrian soon hushed after that, it wasn't usual he said that much anyway, except if he was snapping at Gilbert. Arthur heard someone deliberately screw up a small piece of paper with a short harsh crunching sound, and shortly after, Abby smoothly proceeded to the bin. She looked determined not to be caught, as the teacher was furiously scribbling notes for the students on the board.

"It's rumoured, you know," Abby poked her head enthusiastically in between Arthur and Allistor, "they've got something going on." She motioned discreetly towards the other Austrian and the red-eyed albino, a small childish smirk ghosting across her face, her own purple eyes lighting mischievously. Arthur really couldn't help noticing how her eyes were almost the same shade as Roderich's, which was slightly strange.

"Anyway!" she turned to Allistor, "I'm Abigail and this is Arthur!" she happily offered Allistor her hand, beaming at him. That's the thing about Abby. She basically asks for confidence from people instead of demanding it, making her so stupidly hard to dislike.

"Awrite, Abigail," the red-headed new boy greeted casually, taking Abby's hand, "Awrite, Arthur."

"Dios Mio, Abby! Come see what Francis can do with his thumb!" Antonio called excitedly, followed by a sharp gasp of disgust from Gilbert, and the perverted chuckles of the Frenchman.

"Duty calls," Arthur said dryly, and Abby nodded, grinning.

"Are you sure you're not related? You look so alike!" she chirped rhetorically before she turned to skip away to her friends. The Brit sighed gently and shook his head, beginning to flick through the textbook that was conveniently placed in front of him. Arthur became vaguely aware of Allistor staring at the Bad Touch Trio and their very-welcome plus one – still making disgusted little squeals at Francis' thumb. A thin smile tugged his lips in a brief unreachable amusement.

"She always s'quirky?" the Scotsman asked. Arthur shrugged, looking around and then being completely sure he wasn't been overheard. The teacher was still scribbling, Matthew was copying intently into his classbook, completely oblivious to pretty much everything and as for Roderich, he was concentrating on drumming his perfectly slender pianist fingers against the edge of the desk rhythmically.

"An' who're 'ay, an' why aw 'ay givin' ye filthy looks?" Allistor continued his quizzing, nodding discreetly towards the trio at the back of the room. Sure enough, Gilbert and Francis were no longer being amused by bent thumbs and sending him daggers. Icy sapphire and fiery scarlet met forest amethyst as Arthur's eyes made contact with theirs, which of course was their cue to turn away sniggering. Antonio, on the other hand – gave him a small feeble smile, and Abby gave a tiny sheepish wave.

"Oh, that's Francis, Gilbert and Antonio, Abby you've met. Just don't give them any reason to hate you and you'll sail through school," Arthur replied breezily, raising a hand and giving it a reassuring airy wave.

"The lass seems awright," the Scotsman admitted, "'ey Arthur? Can I stay wi' ye fer today? Ye seem awright too," he paused, as if he was considering his words – even though he did seem like the type of 'say whatever I want, whenever the fuck I feel like it' kind of person, "ye should meet m'bruthers,"

Arthur heard Roderich gasp, and his tapping stopped as he turned to stare at the Scotsman who'd just asked a forbidden question. Asking to hang around with Arthur was a one-way ticket into the 'no one likes me' club.

"Sure," Arthur replied quietly, his voice dropping considerably as he tried not to notice the shocked aristocrat across the table. As soon as the question was out in the open, Arthur didn't regret his answer. There was something strange about the new boy he was determined to get to the bottom of, especially the fact that two people had now asked if they were related…

(Really bad) Scottish accent translation –

Awright – hello.

She always s'quirky? – Is she always that quirky?

An' who're 'ay, an' why aw 'ay givin' ye filthy looks? – And who are they, and why are they giving you filthy looks?

The lass seems awright – The girl seems alright.

'ey Arthur? Can I stay wi' ye fer today? Ye seem awright too. – Hey, Arthur. Can I stay with you for today? You seem alright too.

ye should meet m'bruthers. – You should meet my brothers.