I will probably get more done in the next couple of weeks, schools finished now until January 6th. Merry Christmas to all of you, or whatever you celebrate! Also, longest chapter so far!

Tuesday's were a long day for Arthur.

For a first, he had to be at school forty five minutes earlier for his guitar lessons, which ended up still finishing twenty minutes before school started. Since his mother was in jail and his father, practically 'didn't give a shit about him', he had managed to get them for free. Though, since most of the other students had their lessons in the middle of the school day, Arthur found this slightly inconvenient.

However, he loved just losing himself into music. It was just another world that he could escape to, a world people actually believed (I mean, who doesn't believe Unicorns are real? They're Scotland's national animal!), and to hear the strumming of the strings just created beautiful pictures in his mind. At least his teacher understood him- in some respect.

His own humming went along with the tune of the strings of his electric guitar as he gently plucked them, as it wasn't the start of school yet and his lesson had already finished. The guitar was originally Uncle Alistair's- he used to play, but neither Matthew nor Alfred had picked up the instrument. Alfred had said band (which was compulsory if you played) was for losers and Matthew was never the sort for playing a loud, electric instrument. Something less modern was more his 'style', if you are a musician, you probably understand where this is getting at.

As he finished the song, he smiled to himself, realising how long it had actually took him to get that piece good enough. It had been annoying him for a long time, and finally, he had mastered it.

"Hey, Arthur, you're not that bad, oui? And also, I expected you to be a punk, goth or something like that, I'm not surprised."

"Frog, why are you listening to me?!"

"Well, I needed to talk to Miss about something, and then I heard someone playing. Since you mentioned about it yesterday, moi was a little curious, so I came to have a look. I've been here since just after your teacher left."

"He left fifteen minutes ago!"

"Well, as I said, you're not that bad. You've been asked to play in the concert, haven't you?"

"Yes, so what?"

"Miss just doesn't let anybody sign up, she looks for the people who actually want to learn or are talented in playing, not someone who just does it because they have to. If you're on the list; then you must be good in Miss' eyes, and she is very specific when she chooses people to play. Anyway, this school is specialist in the Arts, so they don't want to be made a fool of by the girl's school or the snob's school."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"You should learn to respect the arts and culture. It might come back and bite you."

"I'm so scared that a field of interest that I absolutely hate is going to come and bite me." Arthur said in his normal, dry tone. British people are so sarcastic…Francis though, shaking his head.

That was when the warning for getting into class rung around the whole school. The two of them simply got up, making no acknowledgement of each other as they made their way to the same classroom.

Everyone had to silently read in registration, since Miss was in the middle of a grudge and was shouting at anyone who she heard breathe. However, everybody screamed as she dismissed the class. Her face ended up like she was going to blow her head off when everybody had left for the first lesson.

…And all hell was about to break loose as the teacher was ill and no supply teacher was available.

The classroom had enough computers for everyone in the room, so most people ended going on Facebook, Twitter, E-mails, and other random websites they would be dead if they were caught on with a teacher present.

Arthur had decided to use this chance to get some more of his writing done. He had started the first few chapters for the past few weeks, and had just got to a part he had a lot of ideas for. After all, he thought all the social network sites were 'stupid'.

Losing himself in his imaginative world, Arthur blocked out everything around him. Including several people screaming as several 'inappropriate' images and video's filled people's screens, need I say no more?

Generally, the lesson went pretty fast, and French quickly rolled on. The whole lesson was only about what people wanted to do in their future and write it in French. Arthur knew he wanted to get the hell out of Hetalia, though stay in a more decent part of England, and whatever happened afterwards… happened.

During P.E., Badminton was a bit of a bore, though it slowly passed by. It wasn't as if he was too bad at it, he could play a decent game if he was with the right person. This time he had brought his own towel, so he didn't need to disturb Antonio, who strangely was dancing around to something on his phone in fluent Spanish.

Music was playing one piece for the whole hour. Most people used this time to catch up on some sleep or muck around in one of the music rooms. Several people (not mentioning names…) had decided to go round opening peoples doors and then running off and annoying somebody else. Several other people got annoyed of this pretty quickly, and- to sum it all up, a certain Vargas had bitten three people, and had had his 'Nonno' brought in and had been sent home.

Lunch was alright. It went pretty slow, though since one of the teachers had installed a Music Channel around the school, most people sat down and listened to that. It ranged from old songs that most people's Grandparents probably danced to brand new stuff.

Chemistry was the last lesson. The teacher that Arthur had, Miss Bellten, was a bit crazy at some points and let people slack as long as they did their work, but she could be firm when she needed to be. She had made a rude comment to someone last year, but she said she was just in the middle of a rage and didn't know she had said so until she had calmed down. Today was just writing up reactions of some experiments done last week. It was actually the same work they were doing in Biology.

Respiration is Oxygen and Glucose- Carbon Dioxide, Water and Energy. Photosynthesis is Carbon Dioxide and Water - Glucose and Oxygen. Photosynthesis is near enough the opposite, since we take what the plants don't need, and vice versa, and swap it and discard of it again.

Chemistry was never Arthur's strong point, though he was bright enough to keep up. Eventually going through his work, he was collared by Gilbert Beilschmidt, who was sat behind him.

"Kirky, tell me all the answers and I'll give you five quid*."

"Get someone else to do it."

"You're harsh." Gilbert said, getting up from his own desk and standing in front of Arthur's. "I'd double it if I could, but, might as well do it for free, kesese~" he said, grabbing the Brit's book before he could react and taking it with him and sitting down.

" You're a wanker."

"Boing! I'm buying you a dictionary for Christmas, Arthur." Francis said, popping up from the desk to the left from Gilbert, where he was sat with Antonio. "Swearing means you have no other words to use, and there are many alternatives in the English language. My English dictionary's twice the size of my French one**, and I still don't swear in French."

"No-one invited you into the conversation."

"Maybe I did telepathically," Gilbert started, pretending to be a magician, or something else, though, in Arthur's opinion, it was stupid. Turning to Francis, he added "and Francis, you swear loads."

As if on signal, Antonio, paying no attention to the conversation, stomped on Francis' foot.

"Merde, Toni! Don't hurt my precious foot!"

Gilbert simply shrugged his shoulders. "And there we have it."

Arthur never remembered Gilbert actually being like this to him, even before he returned to this side of town. Maybe it was because of his 'relationship' with Matthew.

As school finally ended, Arthur walked out of the class to go and find Alfred. Matthew had a club on afterschool, so he was going to be an hour later. It took him nearly fifteen minutes, but Arthur just shrugged it off.

Though, on the way home, Arthur noted Alfred was being suspiciously quiet. The usual loud, stereotypical American was acting more like his younger twin. But, Arthur didn't want to go into anything private that may have not involved him.

Alfred had his head down, obviously in deep thought, his cerulean eyes darkening and losing their perkiness. Eventually, as the two of them were in a more rural part of town, Alfred spoke up.

"Mom and Dad aren't at home, if you didn't know."

"Why?" Arthur ventured asking. Though Uncle Alistair worked, and usually also did the shopping, if Aunt Madeline was out, then something was up.

"They're at the hospital…they went via Ambulance…it's an emergency." Arthur waited for Alfred to put more detail in, though from the look in his expression, he was holding back tears.

Arthur had never seen Alfred cry, apart from when he ran into that table and had his eye cut and when he cracked his head from falling off the top of some Monkey Bars. Alfred wasn't usually the emotional sort, and if he was; he usually hid it well or in private.

Alfred sighed, before carrying on. "Matthew's been self-harming since just after we turned thirteen, three months ago. He's basically become a cutting addict, and passed out from blood loss in the toilets. At first I thought the fucking people beating him for no reason did it, but when I saw how many razors' he had in his bag…I literally lost it."

"So that's why I heard an ambulance in Chemistry…" Arthur just stared, the silence being the only fitting thing here. He only then had noticed neither of the twins were in the last lesson. This answered a lot more questions he had about his youngest cousin, from how he moved sometimes to how he always looked so glazed over.

"…He should have told someone. I'm such a bad bro-"

"Bloody hell, Alfred, it's not your fault! Were you the one cutting him? No. Did you even know about his self-harming?"

"I saw it when he first started. He was out of lessons and only came back after about two hours. Apparently, he had gone to see the school's councillor, who had left him in the room. He found a screwdriver and a pencil sharpener, and you can probably see where this is going…I thought it was a one off, but I guess not."

The rest of the walk home was in complete silence: The only fitting thing that could be filled in the walk.

~x~

Matthew had to stay in overnight, so Uncle Alistair came home, and- not wanting to stay away from his ill son for too long- he ended up dropping off the two of them at another cousin's of the twins, Evellia. She lived near to where Arthur used to, but he didn't know her.

And now he had met her, he didn't really like her either.

Evellia was nearly the same as Alfred in personality, despite being related to them on Aunt Madeline's side. Despite how wretched Alfred had felt earlier, she had managed to cheer him up and get him back to his normal self- so that was probably something good about her. Though, with the two of them being rowdy at the same time, it was almost unbearable.

However, Arthur found this as a time he could actually have to himself. Since he had been stuck with the twins for the past few weeks, he had felt like he had no time to be the 'real' Arthur Kirkland. And, lying on his back, he just went to his own little world, the only creatures he acknowledged being Flying Mint Bunny and his other magical friends.

"Hey, Arthur! We haven't spoken in ages!"

"I know, Flying Mint Bunny. I've just had a lot on my plate…"

"Come on, Arthur! We're your friends, you can tell us!"

"Urgh, can't you just find out yourselves somehow? I want to sleep."

"We could, but we would probably find out the things you don't want us knowing."

Arthur sighed heavily. He felt like a migraine was going on, due to loss of vision at the bottom of his eyes and grogginess. Turning the light of to try and at least make the migraine a little lighter, the only light in the room was now coming from the other side of the door, the moon, and the small amounts of light coming from the creatures surrounding him.

And so, knowing that if anyone he could trust, it would be his magical friends, he told them every last detail of what he hated about life at the moment. All of them listened intently, none of them wanted Arthur being hurt, as he was the only person they knew who could see them.

Looking at the clock when he finished, he noticed that almost an hour had gone past. "Bloody hell…"

Then, since it was still only around eight o'clock, Alfred and Evellia opened the door. On natural instinct, half of Arthur's magical friends hid, but they didn't need to, Evellia was even more clueless about them than Alfred.

"You were talking to those imaginary friends of yours, weren't you?"

"Go away, wanker!"

Evellia, who was standing at the doorway playing with her hair, simply watched as the two boys started throwing harsh comments at each other. She couldn't help but giggle, boys just argued over the stupidest things!

As the two of them stopped arguing and Alfred went back out of the room, shutting the door as he left, Arthur went back to his conversation with the magical friends. Why did no-one believe in them? If only he could find someone who actually could, or at least wouldn't take the Mickey out of him.

After about another two hours conversation, Arthur felt rather tired. Though, his magical friends had noticed this long before this, and had already started to tuck him into the bed. With this interaction, the creatures slowly left the room as Arthur met the world of sleep.

Evellia= Mexico.

*= Quid is British slang for a pound. Yes, the British use slang, I am from one of the area's that is mixed between chav's and posh people. I'm one of the few living in between the two.

**= My English dictionary is my largest one out of the one's I currently have. My French one is half the size and my Italian about the same as the French one. And, the other foreign dictionaries I have seen are also a lot smaller too.

Urgh, another bloody cold I've had. This is the fourth or fifth in the last sixth months, and about three migraines (one that lasted for four days) to add to that. I am illness and problem prone. I am also blind in one eye, near enough deaf in one ear and have an anxiety disorder. Oh, well, in the words of my Maths teacher 'Life's a bitch, then you die'. I love the older teachers at my school, they're so fun!

Merry Christmas and Joyeux Noël!