Miss Morrígan was left speechless at her son's story. All the partying and drinking she suspected simply turned out to be part of a much bigger story. With slightly shaking arms, Miss Morrígan snaked her arms around her son's petit body, resting her chin on top his messy locks of blonde hair. "Oh, Arthur... Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered, keeping her voice down so she wouldn't startle her son. Her small hands began to rub circles on Arthur's clothed back as she felt him calm down in her arms.

"I thought if I-I told you, you would s-shut it all down..." He admitted, his voice not quite as shaky as it was before. "N-now... I wish I would've told y-you, Mum..." He began to shake again, remembering everything that happened just moments ago.

"How about you stay home for the day, poppet?" Miss Morrígan said, placing her hands on her son's shoulders to slowly push him off of her. She looked into his eyes with a small, sad, smile creeping onto her face. "Allistor can come get you, and I'm sure he'll watch you until he has to leave for the airport." She cupped Arthur's cheeks and brought his head closer, so she could plant a kiss on hid forehead. "Okay? I can call Allistor right now. I can ask Francis if he can gather up your homework for the day." Miss Morrígan whispered on Arthur's forehead.

Arthur sniffled, bringing his sleeve up to his nose and wiping excess mucus onto it. "O-okay, Mum... If you insist."

One phone call later, Allistor was in his rental car in front of the school. He watched with concerned eyes as Arthur walked out of the school, with his arms hugging his own body as he kept his eyes pointed to the ground, and straight into the car. Allistor wasn't briefed on the whole story when his mother called him. All he held knowledge about was that Arthur was in an extremely emotional state, and was going to crack if he went to school that day. Luckily for Allistor, however, on the car ride home Arthur decided to retell the story. Which nearly caused Allistor's face to turn as red as his hair, and nearly caused him to suddenly turn the car around so he could beat this Alfred into a bloody pulp.

However, they had pulled up into the driveway before Allistor could do such a thing.

Arthur slowly climbed out of the car, his back slightly hunched as he walked into the house dejectedly. Both he and his eldest brother Allistor slipped off their shoes before they traveled further into the home-Iggy-Cat mewing softly from his spot on the armchair.

"Oi, Artie." Allistor called out as soon as Arthur was ready to climb up the steps. Arthur turned to look at his brother, before Allistor continued with, "I know we hadn't seen each other in four years, 'fore this. I know we ain't exactly the closest of siblin's. But, I just wanna let ye know, that if ye ever wanna talk. Ye have my number."

Arthur felt a genuine smile appear a on his face as he nodded. "All right... Thanks, Allistor."

Nodding as well, Allistor allowed Arthur to escape up and into his room. Before the red-headed Kirkland went up to his guest room to pack his bags.

Once in his room, Arthur set his light backpack down by his door before he sat down on his bed. He didn't bother to lie down, he was too immersed in his thoughts to do so. He began to think about what if he had debunked that girl's statement, and then showed proof that he was the one who wrote the letter. Would Alfred have been disgusted? Would Alfred have been ecstatic? Would Alfred had felt embarrassed with pursuing the note? Only to come to the conclusion that the non-popular Arthur was behind it all.

Arthur was beginning to regret his decision of allowing the girl to snatch Alfred from him.

Stealing him away from his thoughts was his cellphone buzzing in his pocket. Arthur jumped slightly at the sudden disturbance before he slipped his phone out of his pocket. Only to see a farewell text from Allistor-since the elder brother had officially left the house while Arthur was staring off into space-on top of a text from Francis.

Which read as, 'Where are you? Sick? Dead?'

'I'm at home. I'm not sick nor am I dead.'

'Did you forget to finish a project?'

'No... Alfred's dating someone else now. Some bloody girl claimed she wrote the letter... And I let her.'

The next text arrived ten minutes later, which Arthur could only assume was because of Francis' shock to the news. Arthur could simply imagine Francis' mouth hanging open before he forced Kiku to read the message, to ensure his fabulous eyes hadn't misread anything. 'Mon dieu...' Was the simple reply, which was followed with, 'I need to see this for myself...'

'Go ahead... Alfred's happy with her, at least. In the end, I guess that's what I really cared about.'

'You don't mind being heartbroken for the sake of Alfred's happiness?'

'The tables could've been flipped if I had told Alfred I was really the one behind the notes.'

No reply came from Francis after that. It must've been because the self-proclaimed God of Love had nothing to say back to his devastated grumpy friend.

That didn't mean Francis didn't have a single word to say to Alfred, however.

So, when lunch time rolled around, Francis had invited Alfred to the senior locker area for a 'friendly' little chat. Luckily, no one was traveling about in the hallways to hear Francis say, "I hope you're happy, mon ami..."

Despite the venom evident in Francis' words, Alfred didn't seem to sense that and replied with his famous beaming smile-a smile that normally caused Arthur to blush and feel as if his knees were to buckle in. "Isn't it great!? I found the girl behind the notes! I couldn't be happier!"

"Alfred, don't you see that you broke his heart?"

"Hm? What're you talking about, dude?"

Before Francis could reveal Arthur's role with the notes, the despicable girl from that morning came running up to Alfred, and hugged her new boyfriend from the side. "Alfred! There you are! We should go out for lunch! Just you and me!" She said, her voice overly sweet and her actions of affection being overly exaggerated.

"Sure, babe." Alfred agreed, beaming down at his new girlfriend. "I'll see ya' later, dude."

Francis watched as the American and his fake girlfriend head down the steps-their destination being the parking lot where Alfred's sports car was parked in. Francis brushed a hand through his naturally curled blonde locks as he took in a deep breath.

"Sacre bleu, Alfred... You broke Arthur's heart, Crétin."