p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"Non-canon character names:/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"Dylan: Wales/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"Allistair: Scotland/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"Patrick: Northern Ireland/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"Evelyn (Eve): Republic of Ireland/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"Walking into school the next day, Arthur had not been expecting to be attacked by Alfred. To be honest he hadn't expected to be attacked at all but life seemed to hate him./p
p class="MsoNormal"In all honesty Arthur had thought the American had been joking yesterday when he had offered his friendship. It wouldn't be the first time someone had gotten kicks out of his humiliation when he greeted them the next day and they just laughed./p
p class="MsoNormal"So imagine the blond's surprise when he was tackle hugged from behind with no warning except a loud "ARTIE!" a split second beforehand./p
p class="MsoNormal"Stumbling from the weight landing so suddenly on his back, Arthur shoved the other boy off and turned to face him./p
p class="MsoNormal""First," he started off angrily, "My name is not 'Artie', it's Arthur. Not difficult to remember even for you. Second, em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"never/em do that again. You're too heavy and could seriously hurt someone. Third, why did you feel the need to attack me?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Sorry dude." The way Alfred laughed his words out didn't exactly make them seem meaningful, "That wasn't a attack anyway. If I had attacked you you'd be in the hospital. That was a tackle hug."/p
p class="MsoNormal"The Brit sighed and turned away to continue his way to the room his tutor class was held in., the other boy walking slowly beside him until they parted ways for class./p
p class="MsoNormal"-/p
p class="MsoNormal"Come break time, Arthur had almost completely forgotten that morning's events. Until that obnoxious voice once again attacked him./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hey! Dude!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"He sighed for what felt like the tenth time that day and turned around to see the same American boy./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hello Alfred. Decided to hold off on physically attacking me this time?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Aw c'mon dude! I don't have such a bad memory that I can't remember what was told this morning." Alfred whined. Arthur winced at his butchering of the English language but said nothing…other than a few curses to Alfred's vocabulary and grammar ranges in his head./p
p class="MsoNormal"The duo continued to walk to an empty table and sat opposite each other, Alfred trying to find a conversation topic and Arthur perfectly content with the silence. After a long pause, usurprisingly, it was Alfred who spoke./p
p class="MsoNormal""so…you got any family?" That certainly got Arthur's attention. Of all the questions he could have asked…/p
p class="MsoNormal""Why do you want to know?" He replied, not quite reaching the other's gaze./p
p class="MsoNormal""'Cuz now we're friends I wanna know you better. So, siblings? Parents? Anyone?" Sky blue eyes met and stared expectantly into his own grass green./p
p class="MsoNormal"Sighing (again. Seems that's all he ever does now.) he reluctantly spoke "I have three older brothers, a younger brother and an older sister. The oldest is Allistair. He's 23 and basically runs the house." 'em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"With the amount of time he spends at the pub he probably runs that as well'/em he added in his head. "Then there's Dylan. He's 19 and the only one I can really tolerate. Then the twins: Patrick and Eve. They're both 17. Then me at 15 and finally the annoying pipsqueak known as Peter. He's 10 and a pain I the arse. They all are really. I never knew my father and my mother died 5 years ago in a car crash." As he finished, he looked up and saw the interest in Alfred's eyes. What the hell was he interested in?/p
p class="MsoNormal"As if to answer his unspoken question, Alfred said in a mesmerised voice, "That's so cool! Not the parents part obviously but I wish I had a ton of siblings. I got my mom and my twin bro and that's it."/p
p class="MsoNormal"Arthur laughed almost bitterly "You do not want siblings like mi-" he cut himself off. "Wait, you have a twin?"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Alfred's eyes seemed to sparkle and light up at the question, "Oh my god! You haven't met Mattie! He's honestly the best person you'll ever meet. C'mon, I'll take you to him." He grabbed Arthur's arm, pulling him around the cafeteria until they came to a table with two boys./p
p class="MsoNormal"The first boy (Alfred's so called 'Mattie' Arthur assumed) looked almost exactly like the American blond apart from his longer hair, stray curl in said hair and warm violet eyes. The second, who seemed to be eating a foreign brand of ice cream, had dark skin and dark hair that had been put I dreadlocks and then tied back. Arthur noted he definitely did not look like someone to mess with./p
p class="MsoNormal""Mattie!" The American exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement, "This is my friend Arthur. Arthur, this is my twin bro Matthew and his friend Carlos." Arthur gave a slight awkward wave which Matthew returned just as awkwardly. Carlos just glared at Alfred. Arthur figured they had some kind of history that he didn't need to get caught in and shrugged it off./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hi Al. Nice to meet you Arthur." Despite being twins the differences between them were obvious as soon as Matthew spoke. Whereas you could always hear Alfred from a mile away, Matthew was extremely quiet and soft-spoken. "I'm sorry if he annoys you too much," he gestured to Alfred, "He never really learnt any manners." He chuckled lightly when Alfred stuck out his tongue and crossed his arms indignantly, doing nothing to help his case./p
p class="MsoNormal"At this point Carlos finally spoke up. His voice was rough and low, matching his appearance. "Don.t expect any kind of manners or respect from him. Or anything at all actually. I'd stay away and save myself if I were you." The two, clearly, enemies locked eyes and glared at each other until Matthew kicked Carlos under the table for being rude and he looked back down to his ice cream./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"A/N: Yeet I'm leaving it there because I don't know how to end chapters. I actually finished this chapter quite a while ago and posted it on quotev when I wrote it. I was too lazy to type it u o my computer as well as my phone to post it here until today. Don't expect the next chapter anytime soon./strong/p
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p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"Dylan: Wales/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"Allistair: Scotland/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"Patrick: Northern Ireland/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"Evelyn (Eve): Republic of Ireland/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;" /strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"Walking into school the next day, Arthur had not been expecting to be attacked by Alfred. To be honest he hadn't expected to be attacked at all but life seemed to hate him./p
p class="MsoNormal"In all honesty Arthur had thought the American had been joking yesterday when he had offered his friendship. It wouldn't be the first time someone had gotten kicks out of his humiliation when he greeted them the next day and they just laughed./p
p class="MsoNormal"So imagine the blond's surprise when he was tackle hugged from behind with no warning except a loud "ARTIE!" a split second beforehand./p
p class="MsoNormal"Stumbling from the weight landing so suddenly on his back, Arthur shoved the other boy off and turned to face him./p
p class="MsoNormal""First," he started off angrily, "My name is not 'Artie', it's Arthur. Not difficult to remember even for you. Second, em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"never/em do that again. You're too heavy and could seriously hurt someone. Third, why did you feel the need to attack me?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Sorry dude." The way Alfred laughed his words out didn't exactly make them seem meaningful, "That wasn't a attack anyway. If I had attacked you you'd be in the hospital. That was a tackle hug."/p
p class="MsoNormal"The Brit sighed and turned away to continue his way to the room his tutor class was held in., the other boy walking slowly beside him until they parted ways for class./p
p class="MsoNormal"-/p
p class="MsoNormal"Come break time, Arthur had almost completely forgotten that morning's events. Until that obnoxious voice once again attacked him./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hey! Dude!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"He sighed for what felt like the tenth time that day and turned around to see the same American boy./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hello Alfred. Decided to hold off on physically attacking me this time?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Aw c'mon dude! I don't have such a bad memory that I can't remember what was told this morning." Alfred whined. Arthur winced at his butchering of the English language but said nothing…other than a few curses to Alfred's vocabulary and grammar ranges in his head./p
p class="MsoNormal"The duo continued to walk to an empty table and sat opposite each other, Alfred trying to find a conversation topic and Arthur perfectly content with the silence. After a long pause, usurprisingly, it was Alfred who spoke./p
p class="MsoNormal""so…you got any family?" That certainly got Arthur's attention. Of all the questions he could have asked…/p
p class="MsoNormal""Why do you want to know?" He replied, not quite reaching the other's gaze./p
p class="MsoNormal""'Cuz now we're friends I wanna know you better. So, siblings? Parents? Anyone?" Sky blue eyes met and stared expectantly into his own grass green./p
p class="MsoNormal"Sighing (again. Seems that's all he ever does now.) he reluctantly spoke "I have three older brothers, a younger brother and an older sister. The oldest is Allistair. He's 23 and basically runs the house." 'em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"With the amount of time he spends at the pub he probably runs that as well'/em he added in his head. "Then there's Dylan. He's 19 and the only one I can really tolerate. Then the twins: Patrick and Eve. They're both 17. Then me at 15 and finally the annoying pipsqueak known as Peter. He's 10 and a pain I the arse. They all are really. I never knew my father and my mother died 5 years ago in a car crash." As he finished, he looked up and saw the interest in Alfred's eyes. What the hell was he interested in?/p
p class="MsoNormal"As if to answer his unspoken question, Alfred said in a mesmerised voice, "That's so cool! Not the parents part obviously but I wish I had a ton of siblings. I got my mom and my twin bro and that's it."/p
p class="MsoNormal"Arthur laughed almost bitterly "You do not want siblings like mi-" he cut himself off. "Wait, you have a twin?"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Alfred's eyes seemed to sparkle and light up at the question, "Oh my god! You haven't met Mattie! He's honestly the best person you'll ever meet. C'mon, I'll take you to him." He grabbed Arthur's arm, pulling him around the cafeteria until they came to a table with two boys./p
p class="MsoNormal"The first boy (Alfred's so called 'Mattie' Arthur assumed) looked almost exactly like the American blond apart from his longer hair, stray curl in said hair and warm violet eyes. The second, who seemed to be eating a foreign brand of ice cream, had dark skin and dark hair that had been put I dreadlocks and then tied back. Arthur noted he definitely did not look like someone to mess with./p
p class="MsoNormal""Mattie!" The American exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement, "This is my friend Arthur. Arthur, this is my twin bro Matthew and his friend Carlos." Arthur gave a slight awkward wave which Matthew returned just as awkwardly. Carlos just glared at Alfred. Arthur figured they had some kind of history that he didn't need to get caught in and shrugged it off./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hi Al. Nice to meet you Arthur." Despite being twins the differences between them were obvious as soon as Matthew spoke. Whereas you could always hear Alfred from a mile away, Matthew was extremely quiet and soft-spoken. "I'm sorry if he annoys you too much," he gestured to Alfred, "He never really learnt any manners." He chuckled lightly when Alfred stuck out his tongue and crossed his arms indignantly, doing nothing to help his case./p
p class="MsoNormal"At this point Carlos finally spoke up. His voice was rough and low, matching his appearance. "Don.t expect any kind of manners or respect from him. Or anything at all actually. I'd stay away and save myself if I were you." The two, clearly, enemies locked eyes and glared at each other until Matthew kicked Carlos under the table for being rude and he looked back down to his ice cream./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"A/N: Yeet I'm leaving it there because I don't know how to end chapters. I actually finished this chapter quite a while ago and posted it on quotev when I wrote it. I was too lazy to type it u o my computer as well as my phone to post it here until today. Don't expect the next chapter anytime soon./strong/p
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