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Miss Young lead the class on to the end of it's scheduled time. Once the bell rang, the kids stayed seated until she said otherwise. Smiling to the class she set down the book that was in her hands, looked at the students, and tapped her desk. They instantly stood up and went to lunch.
Matthew sat there for a bit, confused as to what she just did. Arthur stood beside him, tapped his shoulder, and motioned for them to leave. "W-what just happened?" He asked once he stood with the Brit.
"My classes are one of respect, Mr. Williams." Miss Young approached the two boys with a sparkling grin. "They wait until I give them the privilege to leave. There are many things that I sign for that privilege, like my tapping the desk." She tapped the desk to her right to show him. "Another example is when I hum a certain tune." She started to hum a British song she knew of. "But if I need to hold back a few students, I lock eye contact with them, glance at their desk then back at them. They sigh once in a while, but don't mind being held back." She glanced at Arthur for a second, winking before she focused on Matthew again. "You'll understand once you've taken a few more classes with me."
He nodded. "O-okay." Turning around, Miss Young let the two leave for lunch.
As the two reached their lockers, Matthew kept quiet until he noticed Arthur staring. "W-what?" He squeaked a bit, blushing as he heard himself. Arthur smiled, shaking his head as he started for the cafeteria. Matthew followed.
"A-Arthur?" The Brit glanced back. "Would you...explain how Miss Young...?" The blond nodded. "Thank you."
"Kesesesesese~." Another boy came up behind the two as they made way for lunch. "So how vas math class, Birde?" Gilbert grasped Matt's shoulder as he asked the question.
The Canadian jumped a but at the sudden weight on his shoulder. Looking at the other, he asked, "B-birde?"
The Prussian smiled. "Ja. My awesome self vill call you that from now on." He smiled. "Jou're own awesome nickname from zhe awesome me!" He pointed to himself with excitement. Arthur rolled his eye, Gilbert noticed, and the Prussian boasted some more. "Don't deny it, Artie. Jou know it's true!"
Arthur started moving his mouth in the 'Blah blah blah' formation, turning his attention on the lunch line. The albino huffed as Mattie chuckled. "Artie's must be in a good mood to be mocking me." He mumbled. "Did Miss Young eye jou again?" The Englishman stopped in his tracks. Gilbert smiled. "Vell? You have somezhing to say?"
The blond's fists shook with annoyance as he tried to control his voice. He wanted to shout, 'Shut up, you stupid ingrate! You know nothing, and you assume things too much! For once in your bleeding life, would you shut the bleeding hell up about anything concerning me!' Sighing with relief, he let it all out in his imagination.
Continuing on his way, Arthur went to get lunch. "Damn." Gilbert muttered to himself. "I zhought for sure he'd speak." Cupping his chin, he tried to think of any other way to get his friend to talk again. Everything he's tried hasn't worked, and it was starting to bug the hell out of him. "Zhat stubborn Brit von't just stop not-talking. It'd take a miracle to convince him... Ah!" He ruffled his hair. "Vhy does he choose zhis?!"
Matthew stood there listening in to what the Prussian was saying. He was getting confused every second of the day ever since he met Arthur. He wanted to know why the Brit was confusing him so much. Also, what did the guy mean about Arthur not 'stop not-talking'?
Shaking his head, he piped up. "What are you talking about?" Gilbert looked at the Canadian. "Uh... W-what do you mean?"
"About vhat?" Matt shifted his feet as the albino though. "Oh! Jou mean Arzhur not talking!" The blond nodded. "Vell, a vhile back, Arzhur chose not to speak anymore. Vhy? He zhought zhat his voice harmed zhe ones he care for und loved. Mein freunds und I have been trying to get him to speak, but nozhing vorks!" He stomped his foot in aggravation. "Zhe awesome Gilbert should be able to do anyzhing! Even make his freund talk!"
As Gilbert went on an anger tangent, Matt stood there in shock. If Gilbert is saying the truth then... Arthur is able to talk! He brightened. It's just he...chooses not to. Why? Looking back into the cafeteria, the Canadian went through the line and looked for Arthur.
The Brit had found his usual table that once is vacant, but soon grows with numbers as his friends come over. He was alone right now, waiting for the idiots to come and bother him. Sighing, he ate what he could from his plate. That Canadian is quite a nice fellow. He thought. I wonder if his brother is just as friendly.
"Hey!" Almost dropping his sandwich, Arthur jumped from the sudden shout. He should be used to boisterous sound, especially since he's part of such a rowdy bunch, but this was beyond what he's used to.
Looking up at the owner of the voice, the Brit scowled. "Dude, no need to get upset, I just wanted to know if I could sit with you. You looked lonesome, so..." the boy shrugged, taking the seat beside Arthur with him saying anything. The Englishman wouldn't have said anything anyway, but if he did... Go find another bloody table. There's enough in this cafeteria to sit at. There's one over there.
He sighed. If only I would speak again. He straightened his head as he shook it. No! I will not speak. Ever. Looking grim, he frowned. I'd just put my friend in more bad luck.
"Dude, are you there?" The boy waved his hand in front of Arthur's face. The Brit blinked, and whacked it away. "Did you hear a thing I said? Whatever. I'll just say it again." He smiled. Must love hearing himself talk. Arthur thought.
"My name's Alfred. Alfred F. Jones." He held his hand for the other to take, but Arthur didn't move. "Right... Anyway. What's your name?"
"His name's Arthur." Matthew came up, to save the Brit from speaking, and sat on his other side. "He's British and likes English."
"Way to point out the obvious, bro." Alfred chuckled. "But I wanted to hear Artie introduce himself." Arthur's eyebrow twitched at the familiar nickname.
"Well... Uh..." Matt fidgeted in his seat, picking at his food. "You see, Alfred... He can't-"
"Mon cher! Zhere you are!" Francis glompped the Brit, groping him with the chance he had. Slapping the Frenchman, Arthur turned away from his 'friend'. "'ow 'ave classes been, mon ami?" Arthur ignored him as he continued eating his food. "Zhe cold shoulder? 'ow mean." Francis pouted, but spotted Mattie next. "Matthieu!"
Alfred grabbed the other before he could hug his brother. "Who the heck are you?" He asked, going all protective of his brother. His fierce stare cut through the Frenchman, daring him to lay a hand on his brother. Francis laughed a bit, then took a seat on the other side of the table.
"I'm Francis." He stated. Arthur glared at him as he felt the other playing footsie with him. A hard kick to the shin, and the Frenchman stopped. "You do realize I will gain a bruise from zhat, right?" Arthur smirked. "You already knew."
"Already harming the pervert, Arthur?" A chuckle came as the Spaniard came to the table, bringing all the others with him. "Don't harm him too badly, si?"
"Or what? The ragazza's won't go out with him?" Romano sat next to Antonio as the Spaniard took the seat by Francis. "They're stupid to go out with an ugly frog like you."
"That' sounds like something Arthur would say." Feli popped up, taking a seat by his brother. "Ve, if he spoke."
"How would you know, Veneziano?" Romano scowled, upset that he was connected to the Englishman, but wondering how Feli would know such a thing.
Arthur sighed as Feli smiled brighter. "He used to say things like that in the orphanage, remember? Ve. I sometimes miss the orphanage. Miss Bell was always kind to us." He started reminiscing about back then as the others thought.
"What do you mean?" Alfred furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Are you telling me that Artie can't talk?"
"It's not zhat he can't talk, it's zhe matter zhat he von't talk." Gilbert pouted, crossing his arms. "Ve understand his stupid reasoning, but I zhink he should stop zhis und use his voice again!"
"I agree, but it's his choice." Antonio said. "Whatever he believes he will stay true to until proven wrong." He glanced at his English friend. "Si?"
Arthur nodded, annoyed that they're talking about this topic again. "W-what's his reasoning?" Matthew asked in wonder. He honestly wanted to know.
"Vell, his reason is-" Arthur slammed his fist on the table, glaring at the Prussian. Gilbert wasn't that scared, but this scowl was like no other he's seen. He dare not continue his sentence.
"Let's drop zhe subject." Ludwig proposed. "He vill share zhat vith zhem vhen he vants to." Everyone nodded as they ate their lunch.
Arthur relaxed a bit as they stopped to eat. Alfred, though, wouldn't drop it. He smiled standing up as he stared at the Brit. Arthur looked up in wonder. With a grin so wide, he proclaimed, "I'm giong to make you speak again!" Blinking, everyone at the table stared. "As a friend, I'll get you out of this non-talking loop, and you will speak to us again!" Alfred kept smiling as he thought, I'd like to hear his voice. See what it sounds like to my ears. And anyway, he should speak so he can share more of his thoughts for what he believes in!
Arthur smirked. Go ahead and try, twit. I'm never talking again.
Determined to accomplish his new task, Alfred set out in thought of what to do. Arthur, I will make you talk again one day. This I swear, as the hero, I will do everything I can!
Note: Holy cow, it's been forever! I'm so sorry that I haven't been up for a month! Two months now, but at least I've gotten this up! I though I would never continue this story to it's end, but here's the next chapter! :D I'm so happy that I've continued it! I apologize that it's short, but I couldn't think of anything more to write yet. You also have no idea how hard it is to not write any dialogue for Arthur. D: It's hard! At least I can write down his thoughts. :D
Now I've introduced the one and only Alfred. I can get on and write more! Now, I can also write the other chapters I've been meaning to do. ^^;
This isn't beta-ed so there might be mistakes.
Ciao: I hope you enjoyed this short chapter. I thank you all for reading, loves! R&R.
