Arthur Kirkland, could be described in many different words; Obstinate, stubborn, cunning, rebellious.
Stupid, is not one of those words, however, that doesn't mean the Punk didn't do the occasional stupid thing.
Right now, Arthur had done something very stupid, and very dangerous- Jumping in front of a blood-thirsty Russian.
The punk hadn't intended to get himself into such a situation, but as soon as Kiku reminded him about Alfred's fight, he hurried to get dressed and soon came running.

When he had arrived on the courtyard,( still shirt less) the scene that greeted him was awful- Alfred was lying on the floor, writhing in pain blood pouring from his mouth, nose and face. The crowd laughed and jeered as Ivan stomped on him. The Russian boy himself seemed completely out of it, his expression was dazed and he hardly seemed to realize the damage he was causing- Ivan was in fight mode.

At the sight of his friend being beaten in the most brutal manner on the floor, something inside Arthur snapped. Without regard for anything, or anyone else he burst through the crowd.

" You get the bloody hell away from him." The Brit shouted standing between Alfred and Ivan, Arthur's acid green eyes flared with anger, as he stood there, shirtless. The crowd gasped.

" What the fuck is that bastard doing!?" Lovino hissed, Antonio shrugged his shoulders, a grave look on his face.
" And I thought he was smart." The Spaniard said with disdain, his eyes were uncaring and cold, his usual happy smile was gone.
Gilbert, who had just joined the crowd frowned " What's he doing here?! .. He should be wandering around the forest naked right now!?."

" Is there a problem, Arthur?" Ivan asked, mockingly, cocking his head to the side in a display of innocent curiosity.
" You know damn well what my problem is." Arthur hissed, every fibre of his body screamed with protective anger ' why am I getting so het up over Alfred?'
" Oh? This little weakling?.. I think I broke him already." Ivan said, giggling. Alfred lay on the floor motionless, his eyesight was blurry and dark, and sounds seemed to echo. The american was dipping in and out of conscience, and was somewhere between feeling numb and in pain. The blonde hardly noticed when his attacker stepped away from him. " I think I've taught him his lesson."

The crowd began muttering amongst themselves, their blood lust had gone, and was replaced by confusion ' what was that punk doing Interfering with a fight, saving that boy? .. That can't be Arthur Kirkland'.

Arthur ignored the looks he was getting, and dropped to his knee's beside Alfred " Hey! Can you hear me?"The Brit said shakily, leaning over him

Before the beaten up blonde had the chance to form a garbled response, a large boot slammed down onto Arthur's bare back.
It was Ivan, the Russian was standing over the punk after stomping his boot into him.
" You should know, comrade, not to turn your back on you opponent." The Russian laughed.
Arthur struggled away from under him " get of me you cheating bastard."
Ivan just laughed stepping towards Arthur who was just getting to his feet.
" Are you going to fight me in place of Alfred then?"

Arthur didn't answer, he only glared. He was so angry he felt like charging straight at Ivan, the only thing stopping him, was the fact Ivan could probably do some permanent damage to him. Arthur wasn't stupid.
" Who said anything about fighting? You've won, well fucking done," Arthur spat, his voice dripping with sarcasm and venom.

From his spot on the floor, became more and more aware. He felt less numb now, and more in pain. He could clearly see what was happening, the blonde gritted his teeth in frustration if only he could help! Arthur couldn't take the Russian on by himself, they guy was like twice his size!

Alfred willed himself to move, slowly and painfully, he began to sit up. The blood was running down his throat still, searing him. Alfred remembered the bullies back at his old school the worst they ever gave him was a few bruises nothing compared to this. The crowd watched with baited breath to see what would happen between Arthur and Ivan, the barley noticed when Alfred sat up, his face smashed and bleeding.

" Why are you so afraid of me, comrade?" The Russian said a mocking tone to his voice.

" I'm not afraid." Arthur hissed, praying to God he could stay strong, The Brit usually didn't pray to God, and often doubted that such a being existed although Arthur's father had been a strict Roman catholic The blonde himself didn't see much point in religion. But desperate times called for desperate measures, however, he doubted that if there were a God he wouldn't want to involve himself with their messy little fight.

The two boys, Arthur and Ivan continued to stand glaring at each other, both unwilling to make a move. Arthur out of fear. And Ivan out of guilt- he didn't mean to hurt the American so badly.. He never meant to hurt people badly, just one flash of anger or blood-lust and it was too late.

Nobody forgot Ivan's sins, and although he resented always being known as the dangerous boy who beat people half to death,But he could only really blamed himself. the Russian just wished they'd remember the good things he did every now and then.. He'd saved a stray cat from being killed by the angry cook, he'd taken the blame for breaking the window to stop a younger pupil, Ravis, from being Caned. He saved people from being beaten up by others. Ivan often wondered whether his good deeds would be enough to atone for his sins. He doubted it.

Gilbert Beillschmidt gritted his teeth, irritated beyond belief.

The first thing that annoyed him, was the fact Arthur was here, not wondering around the school grounds, locked out behind the fence and wearing only a towel The Prussian had no idea how he'd managed to escape and turn up here ( albeit without his shirt on.), But it made the Albino feel half angry that his awesome prank had failed, and half impressed with the Brit for apparently doing the impossible.

The second thing that annoyed him, was Ivan. As one of Gilbert's enemy's Ivan always annoyed him, but now the guy was literally making the Prussian want to blow a gasket. Arthur was his enemy, his and the rest of the bad touch trio, seeing the Brit being kicked around by someone else just didn't feel right.. Arthur got into lots of fights, with lots of different people, but never the Russian before, and it made the mood-swing prone Gilbert Mad.

" Calm down, it's only a fight, no?" Antonio said, sensing his friends mood, the Spaniard was eager to calm his friend down before he got involved with this messy brawl ( which at the moment had turned into an intense verbal battle between the two).

Gilbert nodded, he could tell how serious his friend was, by the lack of Spanish words in Antonio's speech, Both Antonio and Francis added French and Spanish words to their English sentences, as a kind of display of loyalty to their first language. As Francis said " If I must speak that ghastly English language, I'll have to put a bit of French in their, oui?'. Personally The Albino thought it was stupid but couldn't really say anything, as he himself often dropped German into his English sentences purely out of habit, not forced like the other two.

" Yeah, yeah I just don't want either of them hurt so bad I can't have a decent fight with them." Gilbert said, grinning forcibly.

" Their not even fighting yet! " Antonio laughed with a warm smile " although I doubt out American amigo will be up to any fighting- maybe someone should help him."


' If I was lying beaten up like this at my old school.. Even my Bullies would help me' Alfred thought bitterly, the crowd was far to engrossed with Ivan to even notice Alfred force himself into sitting position ' Arthur's protecting me.. If I can get out of here, he could two before getting into a fight..'. The American was more shocked than anyone about the Brit's intervention, even though the two had become friends Alfred got the impression Arthur only really worked for himself. He seemed the type to only help others when there was something in it for him. There was nothing in it for him now, yet Arthur still protected Alfred. The thought made the American's heart swell it felt good to know someone actually cared about you. But Alfred also felt guilty ' what have I got him into?' He thought desperately as he sat low, trying to place some weight on his legs ' he'll be okay- Arthur's used to fighting.. Right?'.

It was Arthur who made the first move. He knew he should leave it, but that was easier said than done for a Brit who hated backing down in any fight regardless of the circumstances. It was just a push, but it smashed the thick tense atmosphere and started the fight.

As soon as Ivan felt himself being pushed back, he forgot all hesitations, and pushed Arthur back forcefully, this lead to one punch, then another, and another. The two were stuck in deadlock. Ivan was stronger, But Arthur was faster. Ivan could block Arthur's blows, and Arthur could doge Ivan's.

It was almost like a deadly dance the way the two fought. Have it his way, the Brit would be clawing and biting his way through the fight, but that would be fighting like a girl, wouldn't it? Even in situations like this, reputation was everything. The two weren't even clear exactly why there were fighting each other, but they both knew they wanted to win.


" Simply barbaric, is it not?" Francis said, running his hand through his silky yellowy-green hair in a dramatic fashion, Matthew nodded silently in agreement listening earnestly as the sounds of shouting boys travelled through the window.

Francis, and Matthew were sitting in the dorm room which was mostly abandoned, besides Vladimir a quiet Romanian boy who'd never go outside during the day on account of how sensitive his skin was to the sunlight.

The two French speakers, were vehemently against using fighting as a form of entertainment, so were some of the few not watching the brawl. Matthew couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about not being their to support Alfred, but what could he do anyway, he doubted the American would even notice he was there. Besides, when Francis suggested something he couldn't just say 'no'.

Speaking of The Frenchman, Matthew couldn't help but find the way he condoned fighting a tad hypocritical, it was only last week Francis and Ludwig were having a scuffle in the corridor. Matthew would never voice his opinions of course, he was just happy Francis had decided to include him in something.

" Merde.. I wonder if this hair dye will come out after another wash?" Francis wondered absent mindedly as he lounged across the bed, After Cleaning his hair four times, Arthur's hair dye had mostly came out the French boy's hair, but his blonde locks still had a slightly green tint. " Let's hope so, eh" Matthew said, he was sitting next to Francis on the bed, but his thoughts were far away worrying about Alfred. ' Let's hope the idiot doesn't get hurt'.


The deadly battle between Russian and Brit continued. Arthur had a bruised cheek, and Ivan was sporting a black-eye. The blonde was begging to wish he hadn't got into this, he should of just got Alfred and went, he should of ignored Ivan when he stomped on him. ' I just might win this yet.' Arthur thought as he delivered a gut-wrenching kick to Ivan's stomach That hoped was squashed the moment the Russian lunged at him, sending them both flying to the floor.

Bam

. Arthur felt the back of his head whack against the concrete he could see Ivan falling onto him, and smashing his forehead into the floor. "Damn, those two bastards are groaning to get some pretty fucking bad concussion." Lovino remarked as if he were some sort of expert on head injures.

Ivan growled angrily under his breath, as he tries to restrain the struggling blonde under him, which was difficult considering he was fighting back like a lunatic " Stay still, da?" Ivan said, smiling despite the pain in his head, and his anger at both himself and Arthur for both refusing to give up. ' Why must I be so conflicted?'.

He grabbed hold of Arthur's wrist with one hand, and punched him in the face with the other. Alfred felt his anger rising, his hatred for Ivan and these people who weren't helping seemed to explode.

He forgot his intense pain, the glass in his face, his searing throat, the agony in his bones, and without a second thought, he stood up grabbing a flagstone from the floor as he went. In this state, induces probably by anger and concussion the weight of the heavy bit of stone hardly seemed to affect the American Growling and hissing under his breath like a wild bear, Alfred stormed over to Ivan and Arthur who were to busy fighting on the floor to even notice him. With no regard for the consequences Alfred lifted up the flagstone and dropped in on Ivan's head.

Smash.


(a/n; Considering how long it took me to make this.. it's a little sketchy but a bad chapters better than no chapter, right? I'd been building up for this fight so long I found it difficult to write.. This whole chapter feels a little awkward, please tell me if you have any ideas for improvments. I'm so glad the fight is over though, I think I'll be able to write better now. Sorry for each chapter taking so long, I have a lot going on at home, and a LOT of exams DX.

As Always, thankyou for reading, and a special thanks to those who have stuck by this story, and have reviewd.. please reveiw! Their greatly appreciated!

Sorry for any flaws in this chapter by the way.. I spell-checked it but I haven't re-read it.. I'll have to do that later..

Thank you~ 3