Hey guys, wow, last chapter was bizarre, was it not. Welcome to my story, new followers and favorites. I hope you guys enjoyed last chapter, I barely uploaded it in time, and I think, because of how difficult school is becoming for me, and the family drama, I should upload, once every 10 days. Besides, I caught up with all of my chapters so now I'm writing this chapter two days after I uploaded the last one, and it's about 9 o'clock. Life's getting sour man… Arthur's point of view
Sorry for the late update ^0^
Warning: drama
Arthur was waiting patiently in the guest bedroom for at least 10 minutes. Arthur overheard the yelling and banging, and he couldn't help the fear that kept into his heart. Arthur felt cowardly when he locked the doors and turned off the light, but the idea of being attacked again drowned out the shame. 'You're a fucking coward you know that, right?' Arthur mentally sighed at himself and remained under the blanket. When he heard heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs, he felt his heart race for the 4th time that day. Didn't he say he'd be back in a minute!?
He slowly crept off the bed, planning on being productive and barricading the door, but then he noticed the door handle jiggling. SHIT! Arthur, without thinking twice, ran into the walk in closet and crouched behind some dusty boxes, waiting for some signs of the possible threat retreating. After a few minutes of hiding, the brit finally came to the conclusion of a confused house mate accidently going down the wrong hallway while looking for the bathroom. 'Like I said before, you're a fucking coward.' As the Englishman stood up, heading towards the doors of the walk in closet to let himself out, suddenly someone started banging on the door.
"Open the door Mr. Kirkland" said a deep voice. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm a federal agent."
Arthur didn't make a move to open the closet doors, in fact, he retreated further in, being careful not to make any noise. 'Maybe if you don't respond, he'll go away.'
"Arthur?" called a soft voice from behind the door, causing Arthur to stop in his tracks. "I know you're scared right now, but I need you to trust your best friend, okay?" Arthur recognized that voice instantly, it belonging to his dearest friend, Romano.
"Romano?" the brit called out, still hiding in the closet, heart in his throat.
"You would know if you opened the door, bastardo!"
Yep, it's definitely him.
Arthur slowly made his way out of the closet and approached the door. Arthur placed his hand on the nob and sighed. 'What are you waiting for idiot?' Arthur's heart began pumping faster, as adrenalin kicked in. If I'm gonna die today, it might as well be at the hands of my best friend and a federal agent. Arthur chuckled slightly at his dark humor and twisted the nob, pulling the door open, half expecting to be pinned down.
"Hello Mr. Kirkland" said the agent smiling in front of him. He had a nice, fit body that, in the blue suit he was wearing, appeared to be carved out of marble by an artist. He had a mess of black hair and perfect eyebrows, not too thin, not too thick. He had soft pink lips and light brown freckles that littered his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He wore Point-Dexter glasses and, underneath them, were the most magnificent shade of brown Arthur had ever seen. Best of all, he had a smooth southern accent that made his spine shiver. Arthur couldn't help himself from staring like a school girl for a second, not knowing what to do. This guy is fucking hot!
'What about Alfred? You fucking ungrateful whore'
Arthur suddenly felt wrong for some reason, but he doubted it was about Alfred. He isn't even into guys, so obviously we are just friends. The voice in Arthur's head scoffed before it spoke.
'Do friends just cuddle and kiss each other all the time- '
"Arthur, are you alright?" an Italian voice drenched in worry asked. A pair of small hands grasped Arthur by the arms and dragged him back to reality. Arthur, despite the poor lighting in the dim hallway, was able to make out the anguish on Romano's face, and what appeared to be a hint of, anger? Arthur shoved the thought away and focused on the situation at hand, glancing back up at the agent in front of him. "Arthur? Are you alright?" the Italian asked again, more of that anger shining through his expression. Arthur shrugged, looking back up at the agent.
"I'm fine I guess, you?" the brit asked nonchalantly, much more casual than he expected, and from the dirty look Romano flashed him, it was much more than he expected too. The agent however, looked rather pleased and offered Arthur his elbow, giving a curt nod.
"I'm doing fine, Mr. Kirkland, but we really should get downstairs. There are pressing matters we need to discuss." Arthur took his elbow eagerly, and lightly felt the other's muscles as he did so, basking in the feeling. He's so… firm. As they walked down the stairs, Arthur could hear many unfamiliar voices and could only assume they were agents also. Arthur, curious, started some small talk.
"What are you doing here anyway? Did you follow us?" the brit asked the handsome agent, subtly leaning in on him. The agent smiled warmly at the brit and nodded.
"We followed Gilbert Beilschmidt and Ivan Braginski from the school. We were tracking a bounty hunter, and when we found him, we took him out." He said in a charming voice. Arthur sighed mentally, enjoying the presence of a mature, suave, classy man for once. Arthur liked his friends, he really did, but they were so immature and rowdy and he appreciated the rare break of tranquility.
'Took him out?'
Arthur's face contorted in confusion about the words he just heard. He being too busy absorbing the agent's voice that he didn't stop to think about the words he was listening to. "Who are you? What are the pressing matters, and what exactly do you mean by 'we took him out'?" the brit asked, a lot colder than he intended. He watched as the agent's warm smile drop in place for a… less friendly one. The agent pulled his elbow away from Arthur, and glared at him.
"Do you trust me or not? We are here to protect you guys and prevent anything else from happening to you, okay?" he said with a stern voice, a grin pulling on his lips. Arthur's hostility instantly dropped, but the voice in his head kept nagging him so he kept pressing.
"How can I trust you if I don't even know your name, huh?" the Englishman spat, his usual venom gracing his voice. The agent, to Arthur's amusement, looked taken aback, wearing an expression similar to that of the one you make when a stranger yells at you. He still looks hot though.
"Mr. Kirkland" the agent said in a soft sigh, taking Arthur by the arm again. "My name is agent Durant, but you can call me Cory. All the pretty ones do." Cory gave Arthur a flirtatious wink and continued. "People have been paid to kidnap you and possibly multiple other students at your school. We have been following leads to find one of the kidnappers, which lead to the school. Apparently we're a little late to the party according to your friend back there" he motioned his hand to vaguely point behind them at Romano. "We took him out, because we had no choice, two students, the ones we followed here, were questioning him. We couldn't afford to have them spread the information and compromise our mission so he had to kill him, simple as that."
Arthur, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't hold back his laughter. Does he think I'm an idiot? Arthur removed the agent's grip from his arm and proceeded down the stairs, not recalling when they had stopped. He was at the bottom of the stairway before his laughter died down just enough for him to speak. "First off, agent, Hetalia High is secret AF, alright. Secondly, who the hell would want to kidnap me?! Of all people?! Oh please!" the brit laughed again, unable to suppress it, however he managed to speak once more. "Thirdly, compromise what mission? Operation protect the brats?! Sod off if you think I'm that stupid, mate." Arthur made his way to the voices which were currently silent because they were probably listening to Arthur's conversation.
The amused Englishman entered the living room with both the agent and angry Italian on his heels. Arthur made a mental note to talk to Romano about what he was all upset about. Arthur wasn't entirely shocked when he saw four more agents in the living room questioning his friends. They all wore blue suits and they were all men. Fine men, if I may add.
'Stop being such a slut'
I'll be whatever I want to be, considering all I've been through, and besides, who can resist the sight of all of this art!
Arthur gave everyone soft smiles as he made himself comfortable besides Ivan, who for some reason, wasn't sitting beside Gilbert, who was sat silently next to Francis. Gilbert? Silent? No, that can't be. The Englishman turned to the large Russian and struck up a conversation.
"What did I miss?"
The Russian slowly glanced down at Arthur and let out a relieved sigh.
"I am glad that are better. I hope you had enough rest" Ivan replied, a slight smile gracing his lips. Arthur looked at the smile on the Russians face and new it was fake, it looked exactly like the one he himself would make often. However, Arthur had learned not to take it to heart, knowing full well that Ivan at least meant what he said.
"Well, I was going to go back to sleep but then I heard yelling and got scared" the brit admitted quietly, looking down at his hands. Arthur wasn't particularly embarrassed by it, however, he was always afraid of how Ivan react to it. Arthur always ranted to Ivan and Romano about his woes, ever since they became friends. Arthur would complain, look down, and wait to hear Ivan laugh. But no matter how many times Arthur waited, he never received a laugh. He had received soft pinches or awkward pats but never a laugh. And to Arthur luck, he didn't receive one this time either.
"I'm sorry. That was probably my fault" the Russian said with an ounce of shame. Arthur looked at his friend and waited for him to evaluate. Ivan noticed the look and nodded before taking a deep breath. "Well, Gilbert and I came in covered in blood- "
"Whose blood?"
"The man who attacked you"
"Why were you covered in his blood?" the brit asked sarcastically. Are they all in on this stupid joke?
"He was sniped out through the broken window. I also don't appreciate the tone." The Russian answered, shifting in his seat so he could face his friend. Arthur could only stare at the other, absorbing the honesty expression on Ivan's features. Huh.
"Then what happened next?" Arthur asked, squinting at the Russian
"We came here, but when they saw the blood on us they started yelling and picking a fight- "
"AAHAA! Where's your bloody clothes then, huh? If they started freaking out over some blood, where are the blood stains?!" Arthur said excitedly. He loved catching people in lies.
"We changed our clothes when the feds came to the door. I had to wear one of Alfred's shirts. Do I look like I would own a Star Wars shirt?" the Russian said, a tad bit annoyed at being interrupted and being forced to wear the ridiculous getup. Arthur gave him the once over and saw that the Russian was wearing an uncharacteristic t-shirt with an image of a Stormtrooper gracing the front, shorts with stars on it and a scarf to match. The shirt itself was tight on the giant, the opening of the shirt revealing his fit belly. Arthur chuckled softly at his friend and nodded an apology.
"I'm sorry" the brit said softly, not really sure why he was apologizing. Arthur had a habit of doing that for some reason. The moment that he realized that he had offended someone in the slightest he would apologize. He didn't apologize a lot though, since all his years living alone in the guest house had made him a bit oblivious to other people's feelings.
"You didn't offend me. I'm just tired is all, and I'm a bit cranky." The Russian replied, flashing Arthur a meaningless smile. Arthur returned the look and returned his gaze towards Gilbert. The albino's milky white skin was pink around his eyes and red on his neck. Arthur could also see he was moving his lips softly and holding on to his rosary and cross. Was he praying?
"What did I miss?" the brit asked again, pointing in Gilberts direction. He watched as Ivan took a deep breath, as if the memory was pissing him off. After a few moments of the Russian not replying, Arthur patted his muscular arm gently, a way to calm down the silently steaming Russian. "Was it that bad?" the brit asked with a chuckle, playfully punching the giant. This made the Russian laugh lightly, calming him down to some degree. After pinching the brit in retaliation for a few seconds the Russian spoke.
"When we came in, Yao started making this huge scene and screaming about us being bloody. He fell backwards and people started crowding us. Gil tried to help him up, but he wouldn't stop thrashing. Eventually Alfred came down, asking questions and Antonio took Yao to 'safety'." The Russian said with a roll of his eye while making air quotes with his fingers. "Ludwig, out of nowhere, grabs Gil by the hair and starts asking him about who the blood belongs to, all the while Gil is begging him to let go. Then, that bastard has the nerve to start slamming and choking Gill against the wall, saying some shit about it being "between brothers"." Ivan takes a deep breath again, clenching his razor sharp jaw and fists. "I free my boyfriend, and I'm about to teach the fucker a lesson when, suddenly, everyone jumps in my way to save him! Giving petty excuses of him not feeling well. But as I recall, not one person did anything to help Gil!"
Arthur listened to is story eagerly, liking the drama. Believe it or not, Arthur was a tricky fella, and he would often cause disputes among other people on purpose because he was bored. His father said that instigating was bad, but Arthur thought that if life was boring without it. However, despite liking the storyline of the conflict, he couldn't stand that it was between his friends. He took a deep breath before looking at Ludwig. The large German was sitting beside Feliciano and Kiku while taking to a slim beauty with blond hair. He was no near as muscular as the other agents in the room, but the suit he was wearing emphasized his calves and the nice perk butt he was trying to hide with his clipboard. His body kind of reminded the brit of the albino.
When the brit turned his attention back to Gilbert, his heart was in his throat. Arthur was greeted with piercing red eyes burning with hate and pain glaring at him. Why is he glaring at me?! The only indication of his emotions were his eyes, his face being as stoic as a Greek statute. The brit was taken aback, of course, who wouldn't, but he was more confused than anything. Arthur gave the albino a questioning look, in which the albino slowly glanced towards his lover before returning it back to the brit, a frown on his face now. That doesn't answer my question- OH!
"I would never!" the brit gasped a bit too loudly, gaining the attention of the entire room. Gilbert rolled his eyes and growled.
"Oh fucking please" the German snapped, glaring impossibly harder at the brit.
Arthur couldn't believe his ears, did Gil really feel threatened by the brit? I don't like Ivan… in that way at least.
Well Guys I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. This is more of a filler chapter to set the mood for the next chapter. Oh, and if you guys were wondering, Ludwig doesn't know about RusPrus, and some of them know about it because they told individuals one by one. Why is Romano Angry? Does Gilbert really feel threatened by Arthur? Are these beautiful Agents really here to help? Will Arthur Get it on with the sexy agent, Durant? Next chapter: Gilbert
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