Characters do not belong to me. Scott = Scotland, William = Wales. Enjoy!


Suffice it to say that Alfred had easier time getting permission from the academy to sleep over at Arthur's house. This was mainly due to the secretary's laziness. Alfred knew that some kids had lots of issues with overnight stays, but found it was easier than he thought.

"Now, normally, you'd have to deal with paperwork for this. Lots of it. We'd need your parent's phone number and your address, and get written or verbal permission from them," she said with a lazy, slow voice as she gestured to Arthur. "Then we'd have to send it to Alfred's parents, and they'd have to approve and give listings of rules, blah, blah, blah. This takes about a week or so, depending on the parent's response times; so here's what I'll do."

"I'm just going to pretend, when I check to see that all the students are in their rooms tonight, Alfred is there; and you better be back by midday tomorrow." She grumbled before going back to her gossip magazine. Arthur was extremely uncomfortable with her lax way of dealing with this, but happy at the same time.

Thanks to this, the two boys were walking down the street now; Alfred had a backpack strapped to him filled with his pajamas, toothbrush, pillow, and everything else he'd need.

The only problem now was getting the move. Arthur secretly wished two things for this coming night: the first one was that they would not be able to get the movie. The second one was that, by some wonderful mistake, his brothers would not return home.

Since he started school in America, Arthur had dared to bring home one friend he'd made: a Japanese boy named Kiku; and in the time frame of one hour, his older brothers had completely spilled every secret that Arthur had ever had out, read his diary out loud in a mocking voice, and set his most prized stuffed unicorn on fire. By the time their parents had come home, the younger boys were duct taped to the tree in their backyard, Kiku in complete tears.

Needless to say Kiku never returned. It had taken one hour for his brothers to completely destroy his friendship. He rarely ever talked to Kiku now, and the Brit couldn't blame him; the unicorn sacrificing was a bit crazy.

Arthur sniffed; he missed that unicorn.

After that Arthur had made a few acquaintances, but never had any friends. He never wanted to make anybody sit through that again. Except for Alfred, who the Brit deemed would survive the night. Alfred had this way of not realizing how serious the situation is, nor did Arthur think he would mind being duct taped to a tree.

The two boys walked down the street and turned the corner; Alfred was mostly silent, but that was because his whiteboard was stuffed away in his backpack. His cobalt eyes were shining; this was his first sleepovers. Cool things always happen on sleepovers.

"That's my house, right there with the big tree in the front yard," Arthur pointed towards his house. Alfred looked at where the other boy pointed, and a huge grin appeared on his face. It would be an understatement to say that the boy was excited. This was his first real time out of the academy; he'd been there since his parents had sent him. Yeah, they had field trips and whatnot, but nothing could compare to being out of the academy without his parent's permission.

The two boys walked up to the front door, where Arthur pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it. Alfred instantly bounded inside, and his eyes opened in awe.

Everything was decorated spectacularly and everything was clean. Arthur bent down and unlaced his shoes before sliding them off and setting them by the door. A staircase led downstairs to the right, and the living room was on the left. The Brit walked straight, passing the main room and the hallway that led to his oldest brother's room, turning left and into the kitchen where he started making tea.

Alfred stared in awe just at the living room alone – a beautiful fireplace and mantle was the focus of the room. Beautiful couches sat around across from each other, a small coffee table in the middle. A grandfather clock sat in the corner, accented by the light that streamed in through the windows. It almost looked like it could belong to your grandmother's home.

"Alfred, stop being a twit!" Arthur yelled; the American stopped staring at the room and noticed that Arthur had walked off into the home, leaving Alfred staring at the front room.

The American followed the voice around a corner; he saw Arthur standing in the kitchen, holding a kettle in his hands.

"Do you want some tea?" the Brit asked, and Alfred wrinkled his nose; but before Arthur had time to reply to his friend, yelling erupted from inside the house. Arthur watched in complete terror as his older brother stuck his head out of his bedroom door.

"What's all this yelling about an Alfred?!" The brown-haired boy roared, looking at where Arthur stood, and then noticing the other boy standing in his home.

Scott stared at the boy, looking him up and down. There was no doubt that this boy was here with Arthur; they looked the same age, although 'Alfred' seemed much taller and more fit than his wee little brother. It had been a long time since Arthur had dared to bring home a friend.

The older boy smirked, then in a sing-song voice, called out to his brother. "Oh, Willy~! We have some company!"

Arthur placed the kennel down on the counter before sinking to the floor. He'd forgotten that the high school let out early today, so his brothers would be home before he'd have time to usher Alfred into his room.

Alfred heard the sound of a door opening, and footsteps jogging up the staircase. A blonde haired boy ran to the kitchen and slid to a stop on the hardwood; he looked like an older Arthur; blonde hair, larger brows – though not nearly as severe as Arthur's – and green eyes. He was much taller and lean while Scott was huskier, built like an athlete.

William stared at the boy in his kitchen, then at his hunched brother, and put two and two together. A smirk exactly like Scott's appeared on his face.

"Aw, Artykins, how cute! You brought your boyfriend over!" William mocked. Scott roared in laughter.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Arthur shouted, his large brows furrowing together in anger. Alfred sat quietly – though it's not like he could have said anything anyways – wishing he could help Arthur. He remembered in one of his classes at Carthoson's that you should go with what the bullies say, because once it stops hurting your feelings, they stop bullying you.

Alfred turned to Arthur and bent down, pulling the Brit up by his arm. He blushed awkwardly, then wrapped his arms around the other boy and kissed Arthur's cheek.

All three brothers sat in shock. The youngest blushed furiously, wanting to push Alfred away and punch him for even trying something like that. Scott and William's eyes grew large as they watched Arthur's 'boyfriend' hold him against his chest. Finally Scott whistled out loud.

"Guess we called the bloke gay one too many times, huh, Will?" he said awkwardly. "So, I'll leave you two to, uh, your gaymance…" Scott pulled his head into his room and slammed the door shut. Will nodded in agreement and sprinted back to the basement. Arthur immediately shoved Alfred away and started half-heartedly hitting the American's back.

"Don't you ever do that again you bloody twat!" He grumbled as he hit the boy's back with the side of his fist. Alfred just stood, immune to the punches, proud of his heroic act.

"Don't act like you're a hero, either! Give them a couple of minutes to recover and they're going to tease me forever about what you just did!" the Brit moaned as he thought about the torture that was to come for the next several months.

Alfred just shrugged his shoulders, still beaming. He'd never been able to kiss somebody before; this was the best time he'd ever spent out of Carthoson's. Arthur slowly stopped hitting the other boy, then grabbed the American's shirt and pulled him towards his room.

He hasn't even been here for 5 minutes and it's already a bloody nightmare, Arthur grumbled mentally. At least his older brothers were gone – for now. If they found out he and Alfred were going to watch Saw tonight…

Arthur shuddered. He didn't even want to think about it.


Paha! Look! An update! These new chapters are as scarce as the second coming of Jesus... I'm sorry .

Well I have a small excuse on this one. Saw used to be on Netflix, and my plan was to watch it and then write said chapter. Well, silly me, I go to watch it and realize that, oops, they've deleted it! So I had to grovel on my knees begging my mother to get it, but she wouldn't because she was convinced that I would have bad nightmares, yada, yada, yada. So I had to ask my local hippies to borrow their copy, and, luckily, they were much cooler about it. That whole thing took me about 2 and a half weeks.

Then the watching of Saw won't even happen until the next chapter... *facedesk*

On the British Isles: I've always found that I can get their names confused throughout reading the fanfiction, so I think some of you might have the same problem..? So just look at it this way. Scott is for Scotland, Will is for Wales - they begin with the same letter. If Ireland and Northern Ireland come in (I'm planning on it), they will be twins, Northern Ireland being a girl. This should help keep the names set in place for you guys.

Thank you to all the lovelies that reviewed my last chapter! I absolutely adore you all! I would encourage you all to review this one as well!

Finally, my local hippies say hi to all of my readers!