Hello, readers. I know this hasn't been updated for two weeks, but I HAVE worked on Differences. Part 2 to be precise. Since the first five parts don't have to be read in any order, I am working on them the order I get inspiration. So, if you ship PruCan, then you may want to read Differences: Outlines. Also, after 'Today', it's starting to get fluffy. Also, little dialogue in this chapter, I just felt it wasn't necessary.
The second weekend day of the project planning was a lot more productive than the first, since there were only six people there (Gilbert had also come along), instead of yesterday's eight. Alfred's partner, Kiku Honda, had also come over to work on their project.
It was 4PM, and Kiku, Francis and Gilbert had left an hour ago. Arthur was currently working through the rest of his homework, including French (which 'Madame' gave every week), English (writing a really bad news article), and Maths, an Internet worksheet, which he still hadn't done, but Uncle Alistair was currently working on the only computer in the house, and when he was disturbed while he was on a roll, you really didn't want to cross his path.
Flicking through a newspaper for his English homework, Arthur quickly flicked through an article about Kate Middleton's sister, a plane crash in Russia, Gibraltar, and a lot of women and men plastered in make-up and other things making them look like Barbie and Ken dolls. Eventually finding an article similar to what his own had to be based off, he rolled his eyes at the woman smiling at the camera and focused on the text.
Eventually getting all of his homework apart from the Maths complete (Alistair was currently emailing the police, something he really didn't need being disturbed doing), Arthur heard a lot of commotion coming from the room opposite to his, Alfred and Matthew's. After hearing several words being repeatedly said, he eventually managed to decipher what was going on. Seemed the two of them crushed their partners, and Gilbert had asked Matthew out yesterday. The young North American had accepted, and Arthur guessed that was what the collaring thing yesterday was about.
Going through his Geography book where he had taken notes, he then found a note that he definitely hadn't written slotted in by his work on Volcanoes. Fishing it out, he quickly picked it up. On one side, it said 'Call Me~' and the other side was a phone number. From all the writing he and the Frenchman had actually done today, he could easily deduct who the number was. Perverted Frog, he thought, as it was ripped up and thrown in the bin.
Arthur then realised he had given something to Breandan, and he needed it back quickly. He lived with his mother in the neighbouring town of Shawton, which was easy enough to get to using a bike. Getting up from where he had been sat doing his homework and going downstairs, he quickly told his Aunt where he was going before riding out.
Shawton was a small town with a population of 4'000. Since it was only houses that really were there (other than a slightly boring castle and a somewhere they delivered bread to), most of the people who lived there worked and spent most of their time in Hetalia.
Finally reaching the house that his half-brother lived in, he knocked on the door to hear the yelling of two people. Both were speaking with Irish accents, one a lot harsher than the other.
Finally getting a reaction, the door was opened by Brandon, Breandan's half-brother on his mother's side. Arthur and Brandon were acquaintances, though they didn't really have much in common. "Hello, Arthur. What ya doing here? I though you lived in Hetalia still, just the other side."
"I need to get something of Breandan."
Meanwhile, Breandan had walked into the room, a medium-sized box in his hands. "Ya want a box of condoms with that?"
Why am I related to a drunkie, a complete weirdo, and someone who offers everyone condoms, even single women? Arthur though, as his forest green eyes were staring into his half-brother's lighter ones. Taking the box and politely declining the offer, he threw the box in the bicycle's basket before cycling back.
Taking the river route (the whole town has a river circling it, which was a natural protector during Medieval time), back home, which was slightly longer but scenic, the young Brit ended up thinking over everything, even the stuff he didn't want to. This ranged from the letter, numerous people, and natural things boys his age would think of to childhood memories from before he was drawn away from everyone:
When Arthur was younger, he lived in the area around which he had moved back to now. He went to the same school as Alfred and Matthew, and even vaguely recognised some of the faces of the people who lived around in this area; the two schools had a bordering fence.
From what he knew, Francis started as soon as he left. Antonio moved in half-way through the next year. He remembered Gilbert slightly though, as he joined that school about nine months before he left. The young albino had nothing to do with him; apart from both knowing each other's names and other basic information. He kept away and hid in a corner- a fun game for the teachers to play when it was time for him to come out, or he ended up annoying Roderich or Elizaveta. From what he thought then, he just though the young acclaimed 'Prussian' was just stubborn and fiery, since he always winged, but now he knew exactly what he had felt like, despite not knowing his full backstory, apart from they lost both parents in tragic accidents, and something less 'tragic', for their Grandfather.
Both of the American twins were pretty much the same as they were now. Alfred was loud and rash, while Matthew was calm and had a soft, slightly feminine voice. Though, knowing about what had happened to Matthew since, it had gotten even more extreme.
Finally making his way back to the Jones-Williams' household, he made his way back up to his bedroom. Acknowledging his Uncle and Aunt as he walked past the kitchen, he also heard that his twin cousins were still arguing, though this time round it seemed a lot harsher, though the Brit knew not to step in. He knew with experience that one minute, siblings could be screaming hatred and cursing eachother, the next minute it could be hugs, happy bunnies, rainbows, and unicorns (though not many people noticed the Unicorns).
He then found himself with the diary under his hand. Opening it and reading some of the oldest extracts, more memories came back.
When he got told he was to be locked from the outside world unless it was necessary to be in contact with them…
When the abusing started…
When he finally got the maturity to understand what his mother was actually doing and how wrong it was…
When he felt like crawling in a hole and dying.
And finally, when Alfred and Matthew dragged him out of the hole.
He still wasn't sure whether he should pray to them like God's about it, or hate them for it. He was in so much pain it didn't hurt, but even the worst and most septic of them were starting to heal, since the doctor had given him some medication and only a few had been re-opened. The worst one that had re-opened was when he smacked his head on the headboard in the middle of a nightmare. A nightmare where his mother found him and made it all back to normal.
As Mrs Williams called from the bottom of the stairs that Dinner was ready, Arthur got up and walked downstairs, followed by Alfred and Matthew, who were holding a dark aura in between the two. Roast Sunday in the Jones-Williams' household was held in a complete awkward silence, the twins holding cold stares at each other. As soon as they can go back upstairs', it's going to blow.
As the food was eaten and the dishes were shoved in the softly humming dishwasher, the three teenagers went back up intotheir bedrooms. As Arthur guessed, the bomb had ticked through dinner and had just gone off.
He could hear a lot of shouting, mostly off Alfred, although he probably just didn't hear Matthew, and some slamming around the room. Uncle Alistair had told them to shut up, as they were distracting him from his 'work' plans for a party he was running next month, but as soon as he left, the two started up again.
Just as Arthur turned the lights out, he heard someone come into his room. Matthew.
"I-is it alright if I sleep in here tonight? You, um, probably heard what went on."
"Of course." Arthur said, before rolling over and shutting his eyes.
The North American was trying to be quiet (which meant he made no noise whatsoever), and quickly turned the lights out, before getting into the sleeping bag he grabbed.
If this is what I'm going to have to put up with, then I'm moving in with Blain.
OK, so for now, I may only upload this once every two weeks. If so, I will update Outlines. Thanks for reading, and thank you for the amazing Guest review I got sent for last chapter. There should be around twenty-six chapters in this part, so thank you for reading.