Arthur gulped and tried to comprehend what he had just heard.
"That Alfred" he gaped, unbelievably.
"The one who didn't get what I meant by Florida? The one who was can't read the atmosphere to save his life? That?" he repeated pointing over to the blonde with his tongue sticking out in concentration as he put the final fry atop the stack. "Alfred."
"Hai" Kiku answered. "Trust me, I speak from experience".
The Japanese boy closed his eyes and quivered, lost in the awful, awful memorize.
"Ja. Kiku here has had the worst of Alfred, but all of us has been on the other end of his fury and trust me, you better hope he uses his super-strength on you otherwise you'll end up just like Allen".
"Si. Ninety percent of people who get on his bad side end up transferring for 'personal reasons' and a few months later have either committed suicide, gone insane, or moved out of the country."
"So let's reintroduce him, shall we" Francis said.
"Alfred F. Jones, the weakest, strongest, most powerful, Mafia Dame, leader, follower, oblivious, piercing, person you will ever meet. The most Bi-Polar, the most confusing and contradictory person on earth. He is the Hero, villain and damsel in distress, all at once and that is what makes him dangerous".
"But there is one thing nice we can say about him" the younger Italian tried. "He is by far the friendliest out of the three. He always is so nice to people. And he got rid of all the bullies since he is so scary and people would always yell at those picking on people. Now next to no one teases anyone anymore".
"Very true Feliciano-San, Very true" the back haired boy agreed.
"Poor Kiku has had to deal with Alfred at one of his worst's. If it weren't for the fact that he values their friendship so much I can guarantee what he did to Allen would have looked like child's play" finished Ludwig.
"What is wrong with your school?" said Arthur shaking his head.
"Oh it gets weirder Eyebrow-bastard" sighed Romano. "The three bastards even have a weird thing together. Just watch for a minute, idiota, and you will understand".
So Arthur watched, and what he did see was odd.
Alfred and Ivan were up standing looking each other in the eye.
"Commie!"
"Capitalist!"
"Old man!"
"Little boy!"
"Anger issues!"
"Bi-Polar!"
"Death smile!"
"Hero complex!"
It looked like it was about to break into an all out fist fight and Arthur was getting worried.
Now the Chinese one was also stepping into the fight yelling insults to both of them.
"Immature!"
"Spoiled Rich Kid!"
"I am more responsible than both of you, aru!"
"Your both just jealous of my Hero-ness!"
"SHUT UP!" the other two just screamed in unison.
The three were all shouting at each other but the entire cafeteria just ignored it.
Finally after two minutes of back and fourth insults between the three, Alfred pulled his arm back like he was going to punch.
Then dropped to the ground laughing.
Ivan let out a little chuckle and Yao rolled his eyes but still had a smile.
"So dudes, since I win, tonight we get to watch… wait for it… Star Wars!" he cheered.
The other two powers groaned. They have watched that movie at least twelve times at Alfred's dorm. The only movie they have watched more was Indiana Jones.
"…what just happened?"
"As said before" commented Gilbert. "The three of them confuse even the awesome me. They are always fighting about everything, trying to one up, lying to, and sabotaging each other. And yet when it comes to anything personal or so called 'friendship stuff' I've never seen any three people closer than them in my awesomely awesome life".
Wheels were turning in Arthur's head faster than they ever had before.
He was weighing out every pro and con of every possible angle to come out of this situation.
Every angle but step away.
You see Arthur is an extremely smart, intelligent and well read man, but he is known for being awful at figuring where to put risk.
And this is showing in his judgment right now.
'Just imagine' he thought. 'No one would ever mess with me again. I would be the king practically and all I would have to do is keep a sixteen year old happy. How hard could that be? Having him under me (in both ways) I would rule this school even more than I did the last. Screw it! I'm going after him'.
Francis saw the determined look on his frenemy's face and sighed. He knew from experience when the Brit wants something he will either get it or die trying.
"Mon cher" he laughed, "let me tell you this. If you manage to get the American to willingly kiss you, let alone make amour, I will give my back that tea set I stole from you in seventh grade".
"You took that!" Arthur shouted.
"Francis!" Ludwig growled. "Why are you encouraging him?"
"Simple" the Frenchman answered. "I have known the Brit for most of my life and the first thing I learned about him is he is too stubborn for his own good. No matter what we say he won't give up until he's laid or dead".
"Most likely the second" grumbled Romano under his breath.
"So may as well give him some motivation, non?"
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When Arthur went to take another glance at the object of his 'affections' (greed), he saw the table that they were sitting before was abandoned.
He decided that better than just sitting around to wait for lunch to end, he threw out his lunch (he lost his appetite after the story) and began his walk to the student lounge.
As soon as he stepped outside he was met with a huge crowd surrounding two figures.
The Brit pushed his way to the front and saw that in the center was Alfred and a Turkish boy who Arthur thinks is named Sidiq.
Behind Alfred were two kids that looked to be the same year as him, one with long brown hair and the other with short Blonde.
By the way, the blonde was wearing a skirt and after a minute of studying Arthur deduced he was a boy.
Off to Alfred's side Yao and Ivan watched like proud parents would during their kid's performance in a musical.
"So you think it's nice to tease people just for being different, huh?" the American said with a big smile.
"What do you care faggot. Get out of my way so I can finish what I started with the cross-dressing wimp".
Alfred's clicked his tongue three times but didn't move.
"You know it's not nice to call people things like that. If you apologize we can just move forward and pretend this never happened."
"Why should you care, huh? You going to fight me or just run like a little girl".
Finally with that crack, the mood darkened around him and Alfred seemed to be glowing an eerie red.
His eyes were alight and the temperature in the room somehow managed to turn boiling hot and freezing at the same time, like dry ice.
"Speaking of little girls" he said in a smooth tone.
Now Sadiq stopped and stood straight.
Even he realized that he had picked a bad fight this time.
"How's your little sister?"
Suddenly the tan teen quivered and looked down to the ground.
'Hit the nail on the head' Alfred thought in his head.
"G-good, why do you ask?" the other stuttered.
'Anger, sadness with a lot of pent up guilt.'
"Oh no reason, I just haven't seen her around for a while. You know little Wy always loves to visit during her Lunch hour. But she hasn't been around lately has she?"
"She's away" Sadiq lied.
The bells rang in Alfred's head.
'Sinker'.
"Now that I think about it, no one has seen much of her lately have we?" he asked the crowd.
They all nodded their heads quickly and Alfred put on a fake concerned face.
"She's not sick is she, or maybe injured?"
"She's fine" grumbled the Turkish teen.
Once again the beeps went off.
"Really, is that so?"
Alfred stared straight into Sadiq's eyes and the tan boy cringed back; they were looking too far into him.
The malicious smile returned to Alfred and he began circling.
"Because last time I checked being paralyzed isn't really 'fine' is it?"
"Especially when her big, kind, older brother is the one responsible".
Sadiq felt the overwhelming guilt bubble back up inside him, just like it had when she first got paralyzed thanks to him.
"You just simply had to show her climb trees didn't you? You promised catch her, but when she slipped, you missed and down she went." Alfred said in a sing-songy voice.
The tears were now flowing over Sadiq's cheeks but he stayed silent.
"Poor little Wy. Trusted you so, so, much. You swore to protect her, that it would be alright, but look what you did."
Alfred let out a small chuckle then continued.
"Now you have to take it out on those that remind you of her since she refuses to talk to you now. Take it out on Feliks over here because you need some way to express your anger and guilt without hurting her, and what better way than on a guy who can't defend himself?"
To most of the crowd they could understand why what he was saying hurt, but they didn't get why he was crying.
But those who had been on Alfred's other end understood.
He won't call you a single name; he treats you as if you're below that.
Instead he will break you from the inside out with your biggest fears and guilt's.
And the best part is he can still say that he was the mature one in the conversation.
"Now you just have to settle for losing the only one left. Your mother left you, your father left you, your friends left you and now the only one who cared about hates your guts."
"Because of you she will never be able to walk, or run, or dance again. And if I remember right from the party you threw, she does… or should I say did, love to dance"
"You're all alone. Most people either hate you or just don't care."
"We're in the same boat then" snorted Sadiq through his stuffed up nose.
Alfred ignored the comment and walked back in front of Sadiq looked him in the eye and moved his head to the side innocently.
"She will never walk, or play, or trust again
And it's all your fault".
With that final crack, Sadiq didn't care about his pride any more took off for the bathroom on the end of the second floor.
He slid down against the wall and reluctantly marked his name on the wall.
The wall of Alfred's victims.
Back at the circle, the crowd had dispersed and Alfred was facing Toris and Feliks.
"Thanks Alfred, your, like totally, my hero!"
"That's the job" the American laughed. "No one should get picked on because they have awesome fashion sense".
"You really like it!" squealed the shorter blonde. "See I, like totally, told you that my skirt was awesome Toris. Now we just need to get one for you. I would say green to match your eyes".
Toris sighed and muttered something about "maybe later" and walked off hand in hand with the other.
Alfred strutted over to the other members of his trio and both of them patted him on the back congratulating him.
"I knew he wouldn't get away with calling you that, aru" Yao praised. "You settled it perfectly. Well done".
"Da, Alfredka, you did well. I am impressed, you are learning." Ivan joined.
They actually were proud. When Alfred had first joined his weird talent was hardly developed and he had only used it Ivan and Allen, and that also required weeks of spying on his part.
Now he is able to see your entire life story if he chooses with a blink of your eye.
The three walked together to their next class so they could be early when the bell rings.
Meanwhile, even after the crowd parted, Arthur stood there mouth agape just staring at what had been possibly the closest thing to a torture session he had ever seen.
Suddenly he felt a hand pat him on the back, but instantly knowing the feel from years of fist fights (and groping), he didn't even bother moving.
"Do you see what I mean now, mon cher" Francis sighed patting him on the back.
'What have I gotten myself into?' Arthur thought.
But all that came out was, "Bloody hell?"