A/N: Heeey~! What's up, guys!? Sorry for taking awhile to update. Before I knew it, I had to fix some financial aid stuff so I could go to college this semester! Now, all I have to do is get my books for this upcoming semester. Ugh, I know college is supposed to be great and all but I will still miss my free time of doing whatever I want and not worrying if I'm passing classes. Anyways, I have decided not to make any official pairings appear for Arthur in this story, however, there WILL be hints and fluff between pairings, so get your 3D Shipping Glasses on from here on out. Thank you for reading, don't forget to review and here is chapter 11! WARNING: Not Beta'd. If you have a problem with anything, then please say so in your review and give advice. I am trying.


Viktor was dreading what was to come, or rather he was dreading the two arrivals that were no doubt nearing Flavio's house. He sighed and leaned back into the sofa as he watched Arthur look at the TV. The boy was small, but Viktor could sense a great power within him…and something else that bothered him greatly. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, trying to observe the small boy in hopes of pinpointing what could have been bothering him. However, Arthur felt his narrowed gaze and turned around to look at Viktor.

"What are you looking at, wanker?" he asked a bit too innocently. A small smile spread across his chubby face as Viktor glared at him. A moment of silence followed before Arthur began to frown himself. "Hey…seriously, are you okay? Is there something on my face?" he asked, genuinely concerned about the glaring man and at his appearance. He began to self-consciously touch his face as he glanced down at the floor with a blush of embarrassment. Once his hands reached his forehead, he froze. "It's my eyebrows…isn't it…Are you going to make fun of them too? I have a feeling that I…" he trailed off, his hands now lying flat on his forehead to cover them.

Viktor took a deep breath before releasing it in the form of a large sigh. "Your eyebrows are fine…" he grumbled. Arthur looked up at him in surprise.

"R-really? You think so…?" he asked shyly, his lips tugging up into a small and shy smile. Viktor huffed and crossed his arms in response. Arthur stared at him a bit more before getting up and cautiously making his way towards the grumbling Russian. He hesitatingly took a seat next to Viktor and watched the show currently on the TV before scooting closer to the grumpy Russian. Viktor noticed Arthur's advance and quieted, glancing at the small boy beside him from the corner of his eye. Then, Viktor moved a bit further away from Arthur, his side firmly pressed against the armrest of the couch. There was a long moment of silence and Viktor finally turned his attention back to the show.

'He's watching this? It's a bit…morbid, isn't it?' he thought to himself, watching as a man was shot in the head from afar in the show. There was a rustling sound and Viktor looked down beside him to find Arthur wrapped around his arm and staring at the television in awe.

"Whoa…" he whispered. Viktor felt one side of his mouth twitch up in a small smirk at the small remark. Then, he realized that the young Brit was practically hanging off of him. He sighed and tried to remove the boy from his person, only to be surprised by his strength when he did try. Viktor began to sweat nervously when Arthur gave him a large and innocent smile. Then, he blushed softly when Arthur began to nuzzle into him. "You're…so warm…" Arthur whispered, his cheeks flushing as he continued to cuddle up to Viktor.

"Uh…you….Let go!" he hissed, trying to move away in his flustered state. He only ended up falling off of the couch and onto his ass. Arthur laughed at him and patted his head.

"Sorry~!" he giggled, giving Viktor a cheeky smile. Viktor glared at him and his fists tightened.

"You little…!" he began to shout, only to be disrupted by a knock on the door. Viktor groaned, dreading the figures he knew were on the other side of that door. Arthur tilted his head and hopped off of the couch before running towards the door.

"Who is iiiit~?" he called, standing on his tippy toes and trying to jump for the doorknob once again. "Hold on! All…most…GOT IT!" he exclaimed, twisting the doorknob and opening the door. He looked up at the new people and smiled up at them shyly. "H-hello…" he whispered shyly, withdrawing slightly.

The two nations standing in the doorway were shocked still, to say the least. They stared at the small boy in front of them before the one with the dark red hair grabbed the sleeve of his dirty blond companion's leather jacket.

"Thomas…what is that?" he asked, his accent thick with confusion. Thomas, the dirty blond with his hair pulled back, stared down at the small figure before him.

"What do you think it is, Dracul? It's a child, obviously…" he hissed, glancing at his friend in exasperation. Viktor sighed, shaking his head at their reactions.

"Yes, it is a child. His name is Arthur. Arthur, this is Dracul and Thomas. Dracul is Romania while Thomas is Norway…they will be helping with your…magical studies" he told Arthur, looking down at the small Brit who was still looking up at the two new arrivals in awe.

"Wow! You have sharp teeth! Are you a vampire?" he asked, looking up at Dracul in amazement. The Romanian gave a soft laugh while Thomas smirked.

"He likes to think so, but he's just a wannabe" he said, causing Dracul to huff and protest.

"Hey! I am too a vamp-"

"Oh, good! You're here!" Flavio exclaimed, cutting the Romanian off as he walked in from the kitchen.

"Yeah, we're here….Care to explain why you have a little kid here that looks like Oliver?" Thomas asked, his arms crossing in disapproval. Flavio nodded and gestured them to come inside. They did so and sat on the couch as Arthur went to go sit in front of the television again. Viktor sat on the recliner chair and sighed, not looking forward to working with the other two nations in the room.

Flavio sighed and began to explain how Arthur came into their lives and how his twin and the other nations in his house noticed little things about Arthur that brought a cause for concern about their other selves. Dracul straightened up and narrowed his eyes when Arthur's scars were brought up.

"There are quite a few, but most of them are fading away…though that still doesn't make it okay. I mean, sure, we have scars too, but there are some that rubs me the wrong way…like the one around his neck…" Flavio mumbled. Thomas blinked and looked down at Arthur.

"Boy, come here" he demanded, causing Arthur to stiffen up. He looked around and saw Thomas beckoning him to move towards him. Arthur hesitated a bit before getting up and walking to him. He looked up at Thomas with innocent eyes which held annoyance at missing his show.

"Tilt your head back. Let me see your neck" Thomas demanded once more. Arthur sighed and did as he was told. Both Dracul and Thomas inspected the scar before the Romanian nodded.

"It…looks like a beheading scar…." He whispered to his friend. Thomas nodded and they both leaned back. "You can go back now…" the Romanian said softly. Arthur smiled up at them and went back to sit down, only this time he sat closer to Viktor much to the Russian's annoyance.

"Have you asked him about it?" Dracul asked, staring at the boy now leaning against Viktor's legs.

"We tried…but he says he doesn't remember. Now that I think about it, he doesn't remember much of anything. We tried giving hints about the doppelgangers, but he seems to have no memory of them. That or he doesn't really know them…" Flavio said, crossing his arms. There was a long moment of silence before both Dracul and Thomas looked at each other and nodded.

"Alright…we'll teach him about magic. That's what you want, isn't it?" Thomas asked, getting up and picking up Arthur who protested slightly.

Flavio nodded and sighed in relief. "Yes! Arthur, these three are going to be your new magic teachers! They will teach you all that you need to know…" he said with a smile.

Arthur looked up at them in excitement. "Really!? Oh wow! This is so awesome! I can't wait to get started! Can we start now?" he asked.

Flavio smiled happily at Arthur's excitement. "Well, you can start after eating the brunch I just made" he exclaimed with a laugh. Arthur smiled at Flavio and bounced in Thomas's arms.

"Finally! I was starving!" he crowed with a sheepish smile. Flavio grinned and snatched Arthur up and began his way towards the kitchen.

The three nations left in the living room were startled by Flavio's cheery mood and looked amongst each other with a worried glance.

"Don't you think…he's getting too attached?" Dracul asked nervously. Viktor nodded.

"Good, you noticed it too…" he mumbled, looking at the kitchen entryway. Thomas sighed and shook his head.

"It's not like we can do anything. Flavio…is a bit scary when he's angry…" he whispered, his face taking on a bleak expression. The other two began to match his expression with varying degrees.

For you see, in this world, Flavio was the strongest…and the most frightening of them all.


Alfred was practically wheezing and bending over in exhaustion after a few plays and was now being made fun of by Allen who hadn't even broken a sweat.

"HAHAHA! Oh my god, it must be all the fat you eat, pork chop! You look like you're going to die!" Allen exclaimed with a laugh. Alfred grumbled and glared at his counterpart.

"Well, what do you expect!? Two Canadians are playing hockey! Not one, TWO!" he exclaimed, scared of the aura that was now surrounding his brother and his doppelganger. "Holy shit, dude!" he squeaked, ducking out of the way from a flying puck and it going into the net behind him.

"AL! WHAT THE HELL!?" Matthew yelled, snarling at his brother. "Do you want to win or not!?" he exclaimed angrily.

"Well, yeah! But I don't wanna die!" he squeaked, looking fearful at the puck behind him. "Also, our net looks like it's gonna break!" he said, looking at the net which held a few burn marks.

Matthew grumbled and got the puck back into play. "Maybe catch the damn thing so it doesn't create burn marks and break it then!" he scolded harshly and once again began to play. The two American nations had agreed to be goalies while the two Canadians went at it during the games.

'Shit…Who knew a puck could hurt…' Alfred thought to himself, rubbing his arm where a bruise was no doubt forming through his protective gear. Allen smirked at him and gave him a flirtatious wink. Alfred growled at him and noticed that his other shivered slightly. The American sighed. 'I can never win…' he thought to himself with scowl as Allen blew him a kiss. However, at that moment, Alfred got an idea…an idea so devious and so genius that even Ludwig would have praised it despite the idea being a bit unorthodox.

Alfred waited for Matthew to take a shot before whistling to catch Allen's attention. Once he had it, he quickly picked up his shirt and flashed him a sight of his abs. He smirked when he saw Allen choke and miss the puck which successfully went into the other team's goal. Matt scolded his brother and brought the puck back into the game as Allen glared at him with a blush.

Alfred smirked and dropped his shirt again. 'Alright~! Now what should I do next~?' he thought to himself as the game progressed.

A few flashes of skin and a happy trail later, the scores were now tied and it was time for the winning play. Allen glared at Alfred and tried to find a stance that would hide his hard on for his doppelganger. Alfred smirked and winked at him after seeing his other squirm.

"H-hehe! It's a wonder you have any abs, porky!" Allen exclaimed, trying to save face. Alfred just gave a laugh and got ready to defend his goal. The last play between the Canadians was intense, and Alfred was really impressed with his twin.

"Kick his ass, Mattie!" Alfred encouraged from his spot. Matthew seemed to take the encouragement to heart and took the puck back, making his way to Matt's goal. However, just as he was about to hit it, Matt came out of nowhere and nudged him harshly out of the way. Matthew cursed and went to chase Matt, only to stop in horror when his doppelganger hit the puck hard enough for it to sail through the air towards Alfred. The American gulped and braced himself before he was hit hard in the chest. Alfred was surprised to find himself launched back into the net before collapsing onto the ground.

"A-Al!" Matthew yelled out in concern, rushing over to check on his twin. He was alarmed when his brother spat out blood. "Oh my god! You're bleeding!" he cried out in shock. He whirled around and glared at his counterpart. "What the FUCK was that!?" he demanded, getting up and into Matt's face. Matt just stared at him coolly before looking away with slightly sheepish expression.

"Sorry…that last one got a bit too out of hand. Wasn't thinking straight…." He mumbled, looking back at Matthew who huffed.

"Oh! He's fine! Just a few healing potions should do the trick!" Oliver said, walking over to Alfred and opening the first aid kit.

On the sidelines, Ludwig had a bleak expression on his face. 'Such bloodlust! I didn't know that nation had it in him!' he thought to himself. He gave a sigh and was about to go back into the house when he heard it.

"Germaaaaannnyyyyy~!"

Ludwig let a relieved smile slip onto his face as Italy barreled straight into him. The Italian nation hugged him tightly and Ludwig couldn't help but sigh and pat his head affectionately. "Feliciano…I'm glad you're alright" he whispered. Italy looked up at his Germany and did his signature 've' happily. All too soon the happy atmosphere around them was crushed by the nearby cursing that was coming from Romano. Germany sighed again, but in exasperation this time.

"Potato bastard! Let go of my brother!"

'…Well…at least I know Feliciano is alright….'


After their brunch, Arthur was taken to another room to learn about his magic. First, it was Thomas who began to teach him control and the theories about magic. Then, it was Dracul's job to teach him about potion making afterwards. Now, Arthur was currently learning about curses from Viktor and how to accurately draw runes on the floor when he was suddenly hugged from behind.

"Arthur-chan~! I haven't seen you all day" Kuro whined, nuzzling the top of Arthur's head. Arthur hummed and leaned into the touch.

"Kuro~! You saw me at breakfast, you ninny" he said with a huff. Viktor gave a snort at the remark. He watched as Kuro pouted and refused to let go of Arthur. "Oh! Viktor is teaching me how to curse people and make summoning circles!" Arthur told the possessive Asian happily. Kuro looked down at his happy expression in amusement.

"Is that right? Can I join in on this session~?" Kuro asked, looking down at Arthur. The young Brit just looked at Viktor who shrugged. He didn't really care as long as Arthur was focused enough to get what he was saying in the lesson. Their lesson continued until it was deemed over by Viktor. He was pleased with Arthur's desire to learn and the young boy wasn't doing too badly since he was able to curse Kuro.

"You did say you wanted to join in…" he said, looking down at the Japanese nation that was curled up in a fetal position. He only received a groan in response.

"I-is he okay? Can I cure him?" Arthur asked, walking over to Kuro in worry. Viktor huffed.

"You can't heal yet. You're not that advanced…" he said, trailing off when Arthur looked up pleadingly with wide and shining eyes. "Ugh…Fine, I'll heal him" he mumbled, taking out a vial and forcing Kuro to drink it. There was a moment of silence before Kuro sprang up, grabbed Arthur, and began to run out of the room. "Wha-! Hey!" Viktor called out, stomping over to look out into the hallway. He gave a sigh when he saw that they were both long gone.

'This is so troublesome…' he thought to himself, leaving the room and walking down the hallway where Kuro escaped with Arthur. After a few minutes of walking, he saw that the man was stopped by Luciano and Lutz.

"Big brother!" Arthur exclaimed, making grabby hands at Lutz. Viktor stopped and rose an eyebrow at what Arthur had called the German nation. Lutz just gave his friend a smirk before taking Arthur out of his arms while Kuro huffed.

"Hey! That's not fair! I only get to hold him for so long before someone grabs him from me" he whined, trying to get Arthur back. Lutz held Arthur high above his head and out of Kuro's reach while the young Brit laughed at being held so high up.

"That's because we don't want you doing anything weird to Arthur, you sick bastard…" Luciano said, crossing his arms and glaring at Kuro.

"What the hell am I going to do!?" Kuro exclaimed, reaching up to try and grab Arthur.

"Look Kuro! I'm tall~!" the Brit exclaimed with a smile. Kuro pouted and continued to try and grab Arthur.

"Fuck! Why do I have to be so fucking SHORT!" he yelled, trying to jump and grab Arthur again. Then, he found himself staring at Lutz's chest before a smirk appeared on his face. "PURPLE NURPLE!" he screeched, pinching Lutz's nipples and twisting hard. Lutz gave a curse and dropped Arthur who was caught by Kuro. Once the young boy was situated in his arms, the Japanese nation began to run the other way with an obnoxious laugh.

"BASTARDO, GET BACK HERE! I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DO THAT TO MY HUSBAND!" Luciano exclaimed, giving chase to his friend. He pulled out a knife and was about to throw it until he realized Arthur was still in Kuro's arms. He gave a curse and continued the chase without throwing any of his knives.

As Lutz rubbed his chest with a grumble, Viktor turned his bleak face towards the other end of the hallway and watched the chase with a scowl.

'.So troublesome…'


A/N: So, how was it? Once again, sorry for being late with this chapter. College preparations have suddenly hit me, but I will try to update as much as I can. Also, I would like to reassure you guys that I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF GIVING UP ON ANY OF MY STORIES. I will try to be as dedicated to my stories as much as you wonderful readers are dedicated to reading them! If I don't happen to update in a long while, review again on the story, remind me, say *kicks your butt to write the next chapter*, or something uplifting to get me going and motivated and I will try my best. Thank you for sticking to the story and chapter 12 will be coming soon! Also, I've been thinking of doing a Lollidictator AU type of story, in which an Arthur Kirkland unit is diverging from his 'programming' and doing his own thing? I'll post a summary of it on my profile for you guys later to see if you would want me to start on that. I plan to have other characters from other anime mix in as well in that AU. Anyways...

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