Arthur carried in the box that contained his possessions, and tried to keep tabs on Matthew, becaus he always seemed to disappear at the worst, possible times.
He also listened with half a ear to Lovino's complaints; they mostly seemed to be about how small their new apartment was, or about the instructions that the woman that had sold them the apartment room were.
Arthur vaguely remembered that they were to be 'careful' at the park at the end of their neighborhood; she had not told them why.
Lovino was ranting that they were not children, and that parks were made safe for children anyway.
Coincidently, there were no kids in their neighborhood, or on the nice one a little across the way, in other words the one that was on the other side of the park.
The woman had told them to avoid that side's portion of the park, and to not head over to that community at all.
She yet again had not explained her self, and Lovino was on another rant about how stupid those particular rules were,
Give Lovi a week, and he would be on the other neighborhood.
Arthur assumed that Lovino would be flirting with all of the pretty ladies of that neighborhood; it was what his family did.
Matthew managed to make it in with his smaller box with out getting stepped on to his relief, and drowned out all of the noise that his Italian friend was making; he was used to tuning out people.
It was one of Matthew's specialties, since he had grown up with an impossibly loud, American half-brother that was also his twin.
His friends had given up trying to figure out how someone could have a half-twin, but Matthew could never quite explain it himself.
Arthur was the only one of their trio of friends that didn't have a twin; it didn't bother him any.
The Brit had decided that twins were a hassel, so he was really glad to have not been born with one.
Arthur immediately began to unpack upon entering the apartment, and Matthew had done so as well.
Lovino was forced to when he realized that they were not listening to his complaints in entirety.
It did not take more than that day for them to unpack; each one of them only had a bag of possessions a piece.
Arthur decided to walk to the park that was very close to their house in the morning since no one else had woken up yet, and he was banned from making breakfast or any other meal for that matter.
He had no idea why his food hated him anyway,
Arthur slowed down his fast pace after he had arrived at the park to a slow crawl; it gave him plenty of time to look around and enjoy all of the beautiful nature that he could see.
He had accidently walked past the given stopping point with out really noticing.
He froze at the sight of an admittedly attractive man laying down asleep.
"What the bloody hell!" He couldn't help screeching.
The blond haired man sat up, and Arthur tried not to stare too far down on the man; he was a British gentleman, he would never be so rude.
"Are you from the other neighborhood, mon cher?" The man asked; he had a French accent.
'Great, a bloody frog!' Arthur grumbled with in his head, and he was kind of glad that the other man was not a mind reader.
"How would you know?" Arthur grumbled in hopes that the bloody, naked frog would leave him alone.
"You are obviously not a nudist, and you did not seem to understand that I am." The Frenchman smirked.
"You are a bloody nudist!" Arthur shrieked; the rules that the woman had made clear suddenly made since to the Brit.
"Yes, mon cher. Would you like to move in to my community instead?" He smiled at him in a way that definately did not cause Arthur's insides to warm.
Nope, not at all.
"How could you call yourself a gentleman at all?" Arthur asked instead of answering the question.
He smiled that charming smile again, and teased lightly, "Where is the fun in being a gentleman?"
Arthur already hated him.