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Chapter 3: Captivated

The autumn air breathed coolly against the pale skin that shone in the moonlight, but that flesh was shaking. The body anticipating a fall that would be quick and painless. The image of his small structure tumbling down the cliff was the only thing he could see. It was the only thing he had wanted. So many times he had imagined falling off of these rocks and into the wilderness that lied below so that his body may never be uncovered, so that people would think that he had become the average teenage runaway only for no one to know that...

They were wrong.

He wanted to disappear, to relieve his friend of the chains that bound him to one Arthur Kirkland. He was only a menace to society. What was his purpose? He was a walking train wreck, a ticking time bomb destined to blow up, doomed to hurt the only person he cared about.

One friend.

He would leave this world with only the memories of one friend. One friend, but he would leave this world and in his last seconds of his life he would not be seeing the light in his friend's eyes or the smile that filled him with hope everyday. No. It was not this face that he would see, nor his own. Nor his wretched mother, nor his oblivious teachers. What face would he see then?

Enemies.

Scoundrels. Pompous assholes that tormented him everyday. His creamy white skin was marred black and blue, scars that would never heal. He couldn't decide what was worse. Taking the blow day by day of words that were poison to his mind, that were knives thrown at his heart as if he was a practice target. They didn't need the practice.

They were experts.

Or perhaps it was the beating of bones against flesh, the tearing of skin, the gut retching kicks that he received just as often. Unlike most he didn't need to hurt himself... He just needed to open his mouth to say one word and he would gain the pain he was looking for. Insult free of charge.

Tears could not save him.

His screams were never heard.

What was the point of trying to fight each day and pretend that everything was all right? A slap, a few insults, that is not what brought him here tonight. He was not overreacting. This wasn't for one bad day at school, and one bad night at home. This was for every time he breathed, for every time he exhaled the breath of Arthur Kirkland.

He exhaled and smiled at this notion. How many breaths will he take, how much more oxygen will he waste until he frees the Earth of his presence? A beautiful gift is what his death would be.

All it takes is one step. Right?

He let one foot slip beneath him, he could feel the rubble from beneath his shoe. He could feel as his heel left the edge of tar from the road. There was a crack. His toes dived down into rocks, the sliding of earth against earth. He will cherish this sound. He let himself slip.

What did this child see?

A pair of blue eyes.

The trio was left behind for quite some time. The Spaniard grew more nervous as each minute passed, leaving a blond German to wonder what for. Likewise the American blond grew worried but tried to swipe away the thick atmosphere that lingered in the air. Alfred was never good with dealing with emotions that lied particularly on the edge. He chatted enthusiastically as possible to Ludwig about various American football teams and at some points the German would oblige the teen and communicate back.

It was a while until the rest of the members that had previously left returned. Their faces were smug and satisfied. Ludwig didn't like this one bit. The Russian student now sat in front of him, that soft smile seemed to have a mission that was against the German. What was this mission, he had no clue. Whatever it was the Russian seemed to have put up a front as if challenging the blond.

That was when Ludwig saw red. There on Ivan's knuckles held a deep red that was turning brown around the edges. It could only be blood.

Ludwig cleared his throat, only Ivan had noticed as the rest of the male teens continued on with their conversations as if they had never left. Alfred quickly joining in to wash away his unsettling feelings. Antonio had completely withdrew himself from the group and now sat idly by in his own little world.

"Umm, Ivan..." Ludwig began, violet eyes meeting blue ones as an answer of attention. "You have blood on your knuckles." he pointed at the two fists that lied balled up on the table as if they were trophies.

The Russian lifted one paw up and examined his knuckles, "Hmm I wonder when that happened. Though you never know, accidents do happen, da?" he looked sincere but Ludwig knew that that couldn't be the Russian's blood as his skin was left unscathed. What had happened while they were gone? Ivan gave a knowing smile to the German. This gave the blond a shiver. Things were starting to add up.

Ludwig tried his best to remove his attention away from the silver haired teen, engaging Antonio into a conversation about cultural differences. Something nice, easy as the brunette certainly was on edge. The German's intuition would have none of it. The thought of these teens sitting around him irked him to no end and he stayed on high alert until the lunch bell finally rang, informing the mingling group that it was time for fifth hour.

As the blond moved to follow Antonio out to his next class his eyes glanced to the side as he witness a coy and devilish smile spread across Ivan's face.

In truth Matthew was a small boy that was hardly ever noticed, some of his teacher's even forgot that he was in their class. He was a shy freshman with zero friends, but that didn't matter since he didn't even want any. They would just get in the way of his studying and other activities. Whenever this ghost of a teen was noticed, however, he was promptly teased. This wasn't something he could tell his all too enthusiastic brother about fore if he knew there would probably be a rage followed by flying fists. To Alfred, Matthew was the very ground he walked on.

The teen with the framed glasses wondered what his 'hero' brother would think of him if he ever found out his secret... that he was gay. Perhaps he wouldn't care. Alfred wasn't known for being prejudice but nonetheless this worried the dark blue eyed boy. He had a secret and he must keep it safe.

It was lunch time and he did well to stay invisible as he tried to scurry off, not wanting to be caught leaving the cafeteria even though he knew he shouldn't. He couldn't handle loud and crowded areas so he stuck to the school's hallways out in the open since no one noticed him anyway.

But today perhaps he wasn't so lucky... "Hey Mattie! Come join us today!" he heard his brother's voice yell at him. Damn it, and so close too. He looked over the table of teenage boys and stopped, eyes widening as he saw a certain French teen give him a sadistic smirk followed by an angry glare. He decided to scurry away instead of replying to Alfred's invite.

He was enjoying his lunch that consisted of a salad and a cup of lemonade; he wasn't a pig, unlike his older brother. In his own little world he did some light reading of a manga, one that he had found abandoned on the floor this morning. He actually quite enjoyed it and from what he knew this was a shounen, consisting of plenty of blood and characters that were helpless against some kind of giant humanoids. Maybe Japanese comics aren't so childish after all. he thought quietly.

Suddenly he could hear yelling from somewhere in the school and stopped and froze in his place not wanting to get involved. From the sounds of it he could hear the voices of all his brother's friends. Is there a fight going on? he wondered which was instantly answered with grunting sounds responding to pain and kicks.

Matthew listened silently. Coward. he insulted himself.

Eventually the noises died down and he tried his best to resume reading his adopted manga. At one point he heard a kid walking down the hallway, spooking Matthew once more. But the kid didn't notice him. Of course he didn't. Who would?

Sure enough the kid past by him without a second thought. This was enough time for the timid teen to get a good look at the beaten student. And he was beaten. His face had slits were skin was torn, his face poorly cleaned of blood and face starting to swell. However, it was with the bushy eyebrows, the emerald eyes, his punk attire, and his stiff and angered stride that allowed Matthew to name him. Now, the younger blond didn't know the kid's name but he had seen him around. Since the day he saw a black eye on the British teen and a scowl that told everyone not to get close he knew that he was trouble, that people should be weary of him. It was obvious. That kid was going to explode one of these days and Matthew didn't want to be anywhere near him when that happens.

His eyes trailed as he witnessed the teen march down the hallway, not too sure as to where he was going.

Once finished with his lunch Matthew got up and dumped his garbage in a nearby trashcan and tried to finish the chapter he was on before the bell rung. Hearing the all too familiar sound of ringing he packed up his backpack and made his way over to fifth hour French. He had been taking this language since middle school and he was now eligible to transfer to Canada by sophomore year, a place where his cousins lived so he wouldn't be so lonely. Ever since he had visited that country when he was little he wanted to join the wildlife preserves and study polar bears.

He hummed to himself just enjoying the walk to his favorite class but first, a quick stop to his locker. He was at the end of a row of lockers and had the luck to be given a locker on top and no student owned the one that was beneath his. This only increased his invisibility powers. He chuckled at this thought.

"Something funny, mon amour*?" a cold French accent whispered up the nape of his neck and into his ear.

The teen jumped and turned around, covering the back of his neck, "F-Francis, w-what are you doing here? Don't you have fifth hour with my brother?" he asked, trying to drive the attention away from his flushed face he dove his head into his locker.

"Mon cher*, surely you do not think that I would leave such a cute thing as yourself alone after that night. You haven't forgotten about that, non?" he questioned as he turned the shorter blond around and traced a finger around his chest in circles.

Of course that night. How could he forget? It was his fault really for going to such a party and now this French teen wouldn't leave him alone. Worst yet, he couldn't fully reject him since he knew Alfred and he could tell him at any moment.

"Francis, I think you got the wrong idea about us. T-that was a party. Everyone was drunk, w-well except myself that is, but nothing that went on there should be taken out into the real world! I told you that it was for one night." he said quietly, failing to make his voice sound intimidating as light blue eyes came closer to the boy's rounded glasses, finger twirling in the bit of hair that stood out curled.

"Oui, I am well aware that it was a one night stand, but since that night I could not forget~. Oh your body was so soft and perfect~ I simply must have it again~!" he grabbed Matthew's chin and planted a big ol' kiss on the teen causing him to let out a squeak. The freshman didn't indulge in the kiss, sleeping with Francis was one of the worst mistakes of his life. He thought that the French teen would have forgotten him, the rest did.

He placed his palms on a strong chest and pushed the flamboyant teen away, "Mon agneau*, why do you reject me so? I can promise you that I am most certainly an efficient lover~! I come from France after all and you should know that makes me qualified in the field of romance!" he protested. Honestly this guy would not give up.

"W-we're in school!" he squeaked looking around to make sure that no one saw them. Then he remembered, Crap that's right. He knows that no one notices me nor remembers me.

"You know, you are taking advantage of my caring nature," he began looking into dark blue eyes. "If I want you then I will have you. One way or another Matthew~!" he said as Matthew's eyes widened, pushing him away and slamming his locker shut he ran away, behind him he could hear the Frenchman call. "Oui I will have you mon amour. Very soon!"

When will he just forget about me?

It was on his way to sixth hour that Ludwig began to realize how much Francis and Alfred hated each other, though they covered it up with friendly sounding insults.

"Would you give it a rest man?" the blue eyed American called behind him looking to the blond French who was digging into his locker.

"Only if you will apologize for calling me Frog you stupid fat pig!" he yelled angrily.

The blond German had no idea what the hell was going on or how this all started.

"Oh look, I made Peppy le Pew upset. Hahaha!" Alfred gave a loud and obnoxious laugh after insulting the teen again, looking to Antonio and Ludwig down the row of lockers for approval. The Spaniard only groaned and the German let out a frustrated sigh, already feeling like he had known the two idiots his entire life though in truth it hadn't even been a full 24 hours.

"Damn you Alfred! Why can't you just disappear?" the Frenchie yelled.

Ludwig started to tune them out as he grabbed the rest of his stuff that was his homework, piling it into his backpack seeing as he would be going straight to football practice after PE, in fact, he wouldn't even have to leave the locker rooms.

Antonio motioned for him to follow as they left trying to be unnoticed by the fiery frenemies. They had successfully escaped the war zone and since they got into the locker rooms early Antonio showed him the football side of the locker rooms, "So when you get here man, you have to have a temporary locker away from the rest of us."

The German quirked an eyebrow.

"Well that's just the rule of the team, all newbies are segregated until they can prove themselves." Oh, well whether or not he cared he just shrugged, grabbing his bag for football and throwing it into a locker that Antonio gave him.

The last minute bell to class had rung and all of the students who had sixth hour PE swarmed in making the blond think that perhaps it would be a good time to dress out.

That day he had found out that every Wednesday was cardio day, but this was not a challenge to the well toned teen and he took the so called punishment with ease. When he was done with his mile he moved to begin walking but the coach of the class, and not to mention the football team, called to him, "Beilschmidt! Come here for a second!"

The Aryan race teen obeyed and jogged to the excessively buff man, "Yes sir?" he answered.

"You finished faster than expected, well done kid. Unfortunately it would be a waste of your time to just walk the rest of class. Could you go into the storage unit and get the equipment for football practice? Bring Fernandez with you. Oh and I'm glad you're on the team son." He gave a wide but crooked smile patting him on the shoulder.

All Ludwig did was nod a bit confusedly calling over the brunette to help him with his assignment, the Spaniard just finishing his mile then. They did their job and set out the equipment that consisted of helmets, jerseys, footballs, line of scrimmage, rope, tackle dummies, even some tractor tires and giant hammers. They didn't notice the class going inside and the coach sure as hell didn't alert them that class was almost over, the end of the day's bell ringing as they ran to go get dressed out and into their football uniforms.

As told from before Ludwig stayed at his temporary locker rather far away from his teammates, all of them jeering at him and calling him the newbie, he didn't care. His was in the middle of stripping when he saw a flash of brown in the corner of his eye. He looked up to see a small brunette staring at him. Just staring with a face that seemed so focused on him he couldn't help but feel his face heat up. Upon further inspection he noted that this was the same spazzy kid from this morning. The same kid that looked completely innocent and happy-go-lucky. Why is he in here? he wondered.

The brunette apparently realized that he was staring at the German intently as his face turned pink, causing the German to have butterflies rise up in his stomach.

"Yo man what's up?!" he could hear Alfred headed his way to which the little teen sprinted away causing Ludwig to blink at the speed. Was he in track or something? And not three seconds after he saw a blur of brown dash past him again, not stopping to look as he left the locker room.

Ludwig looked at Alfred with a confused look, "Aren't you supposed to be dressing out?" he asked as he noticed that the American was still in his street clothes.

"Yeah man, I just thought I'd dress out over here is all." he answered with a smile.

"Why?"

Alfred's face fell a little, only slightly, "Well you know," No I don't know, "I know we're suppose to seclude you and all, but I don't think that's nice so I'm going to keep you company." Oh, so he was just looking out for him. Ludwig thought that he should change his opinion about the American. He wasn't a bad guy, and he wasn't necessarily and idiot either. He was just a playful guy that was also thoughtful but people must have been mistaking his energy filled demeanor for arrogance.

"Oh, I see. Thank you." he muttered and Alfred replied with a 'yup'. If he could say, the darker blond seemed to be a tad flustered.

Oh jeez oh jeez. If I don't hurry I'm going to be late! Alfred was thinking to himself as he ran down the stairs and through the hallways of the emptying school. Man if I don't hurry Coach is going to ream my ass. he kept up a fast pace, he could see the locker room signs from down the hall as he tried to make a mad dash.

He was almost there until out of nowhere an object came flying into his path, the quarterback hitting it hard. He himself stood still but whatever it was that jumped out at him fell to the floor hard with a string of curses. It was a person.

"Oi watch where you're going you bloody wanker!" Dude, was that a British accent? he wondered. He looked down to see a small blond in dark clothing rub his head. Aw man, I didn't mean to hurt him. he whined.

"Woah hey I'm sorry dude. I didn't see you there, but then again you popped out of nowhere. Hey are you all right?" Alfred said as he leaned over the teen. His reached his hand out to offer assistance and that was when he felt his heart leap on one beat. Emerald orbs stared up at him, the sheer color captivating the taller student and he stood there dumbfounded for a moment until his eyes adjusted and looked at the teen's face fully. "I don't think I hit you that hard did I? Your face looks awful, what happened?" he noted as he saw how broken the grouchy teen's face was.

The blond Brit's face was seriously torn up, black and blue and red decorated his pale complexion. Alfred worried and wondered as to what had happened.

The blond looked at the blue eyed teen's hand with disgust and got up himself, wobbling a bit. This made Alfred's face fall. He was just trying to help. "Keep your nose out of other peoples' business. Go play your dumb testosterone filled game, Alfred. You're known as the star aren't you? Stupid git." he muttered and cursed.

Alfred pricked his ear's at his name, "Huh? Wait you know my name? Awesome! I didn't know I was so popular! (he actually did). My full name's Alfred F. Jones if you want to know! Nice ta meet ya!" for some reason he was excited to be known by this mysterious and gloomy teen. "What's yours?"

"Piss off," he huffed as he walked away from Alfred who stood there looking like a kicked puppy. Ouch, that wasn't very nice. he thought as he turned to go in the locker room.

In all honesty he let himself play on autopilot, not giving two shits about the noise in the locker room. All he could think about was the teen he had met not two seconds before. And those eyes! They stripped Alfred's soul naked and lied him in front for the whole world to see. He had to admit that even the kid's big and bushy eyebrows were cute. Oh no, what am I thinking? he shook his head Damn it Alfred you're straight, straight! Don't start thinking that a guy with a horrible personality is cute... But he was kinda cute... Grr!

He huffed indignantly and turned his head to see his new pal and teammate Ludwig dressing out for practice all on his lonesome. So they were laying him down with the seclusion trick, eh? Alfred hated that rule. It wasn't nice nor welcoming at all. He decided to grab his things and head over to the blond German, smiling.

"Yo man what's up?" he asked as he started getting his stuff together. He then went on to explain his being there and continued to smile though his brain was far up in space. Eventually the boys headed out of the locker rooms and onto the football field where they began warm ups before practicing the plays for the upcoming game.

For the entirety of the practice Alfred's mind was somewhere else, probably lost on cloud nine. He tried and tried to get his head in the game but with each pass he tried to make he'd get knocked off his ass due to a tackle.

"Damn it Jones! Get your head into the game! How the hell is our new fullback supposed to protect you if you're just standing there like an idiot?! He's doing his job, now why aren't you?!" Coach yelled, making his way across the field and grabbing the bars of Alfred's helmet to look him in the eye, analyzing. He gave a low chuckle, "Whatever girl it is that you're thinking of, stop hot shot. She's not interested." he smiled as he let go, the whole team letting out soft fits of laughter at their humiliated quarterback.

This was like cold water being poured onto Alfred's face. Huh? Girl? he paused. Damn it Alfred stop it! he mentally slapped himself as he realized that he was still thinking dreamily about the mysterious punk teen he had met.

The rest of practice presumed outstandingly, Ludwig finally being able to shine as he showed his true potential. Unfortunately for Alfred, Coach wasn't done lecturing him.

"I want you to jog before bed tonight, you hear me? And I'll know if you don't." he said with arms folded.

"Yes sir," Alfred mumbled as he made his way to the locker rooms to take a shower and get back in his street clothes for the evening. By the time he was stripped and heading for the showers most of the team was done and getting dried off. Personally Alfred didn't like shower time. He hated being exposed. Loathed it actually. He wasn't ashamed about his manhood though, actually it was quite the opposite. Except of course whenever he stood next to Ivan, the school's linebacker. That kid's junk would make anyone feel ashamed, losing all sense of pride and ego.

Anyone on the team would be lying if they said that they've never done a comparison check.

No, what he hated about taking a shower with the team was just the fact that he was uncomfortable being exposed to so many naked men. It just felt wrong, like his body should only be shown to those he was physically involved with. No matter, he'd just face the wall and ignore everyone.

"Oh hello Alfred. Where was your head today at practice?" a chill ran up his spine as he heard an icy Russian accent filter through his ear and he could feel a large hand make contact with his exposed bottom. He turned around in shock, wide eyed as he tried to see his teammate but with no such luck because he was blind as a bat without his glasses. He covered his ass and junk with his hands as he could hardly make out the grin on Ivan's face as he slowly walked away to the other side of the showers. What in the holy name of Batman was that for?

He shook his head and continued washing his body but he just couldn't shake off the feeling the he was being watched for the rest of that time. Eventually he made it to his locker next to Ludwig's, who had already disappeared with Antonio. Slipping on his shirt, his last article of clothing, his stomach gave a loud gurgle noise, informing the teen that he was hungry and would continue making dying whale noises until it was fed.

Looks like Mattie is going to have to eat fast food again. he grumbled as he picked up his backpack and went to the library in search of his brother.

As soon as he got to the dusty building his eyes zero ind on the outskirt tables, trying his best to find his blond brother with the invisibility powers. Lucky bastard actually gets a super power. Alfred thought momentarily before spotting said brother with his face nose deep in a disgustingly large book. From what he could tell it was French. He scrunched up his nose, Gross.

He went over and ruffled his little brother's mass of blond hair, the boy spinning around in shock. "Hey Mattie!" he gleamed. Matthew's face looked of one with horror as Alfred looked down at his brother, catching a glimpse of a magazine being thrown into his backpack before the oldest even knew what is was about. The smaller teen blushed profusely as he looked up at his brother. Alfred disregarded this however knowing that Matthew didn't like him prying into his personal business. "So dude, I'm hungry. Let's go get a bite to eat." he said and the Canadian loving teen noticeably grimaced but he nodded ever so slightly and followed his brother off the school campus.

On their walk home they had stopped to get food at the nearest fast food joint, Alfred getting a fat and greasy burger with a shake and Matthew opting for a small box of curly fires and a lemonade. A usual day for the two brothers.

Not.

"Yo, Matt!" Alfred called from upstairs as he slipped on a grey workout sweater. His parents had already been home for a few hours now but they were heavy sleepers, currently looking dead on their bed as they floated off into dreamland so the American teen had no problems with shouting across the house.

"What?" he heard a softer voice yell from the living room.

"I'm going for a run before going to bed, see ya!" Alfred yelled as he jogged down the steps and went to the front door.

"Wait!" he heard his brother call as his hand rested on the door knob. "Take Eagle with you!" Alfred loudly groaned and upon hearing his name a large German shepherd came hurdling down the stairs, looking at Alfred panting with a happy smile and seeing the teen in his running attire ran to go get his leash.

"Matthew you son of a bitch! Now I have to take him!" he yelled and groaned again when he heard a faint chuckle coming from where his brother was at.

"You should have taken him for a walk earlier if you didn't want to run with him!" the younger sibling said as he turned back to his book to drown out the older's whines.

"That was supposed to be YOUR job today!" he yelled but heard no response after.

The last thing he wanted to do was take a loud dog that never stopped barking at everything and peeing on everything out for a walk. Nevertheless the dog came running to his favorite owner, leash dragging from his mouth onto the floor. Alfred bent down to click the dog's leash on muttering a 'whatever'.

For the beginning of October the air was rather chilly and the blond thought that it was going to be a dreadful winter as he jogged down the barren roads, no light emitted before him except for the crescent moon shining his way as there were no streetlights along the road he was on. Through the thicket of the forest though he could see the lights still on in some houses that had not turned in for the night yet.

He rather enjoyed jogging late at night even though he knew he'd have to take a shower instantly if he wanted any ounce of sleep. Something about these runs, assigned by the coach or not, made him feel at ease. It allowed him to drown out all of the world's nonsense and allowed him to be him. Alfred Jones.

He smiled down at his dog that was surprisingly well behaved tonight, keeping up with the blond's fast pace. The dog panted and for some reason did not turn to mark his territory or bark at a passing animal, as if he had a set goal. Everything was going swell until his dog stopped instantly. Alfred was yanked backward by the leash and he almost tripped and fell, the dog being much like his owner and was as sturdy as a boulder.

Alfred grunted as he turned around to see that his dog was staring straight at something with a strange intensity. "Eagle? What's wrong boy?" the blond asked as he approached the dog. The dog backed up instantly, still not looking at his owner and barked ferociously, a lone whimper escaping his throat. "Hey hey what's the matter with you?"

Alfred panicked hoping that his dog wasn't waking any of the neighbors. He leaped forward, grabbing the dog's muzzle and shushing him. The dog tried to desperately get out of his grip, whining and trying to move forward towards whatever he was staring at.

"Oh come on now Eagle. What's got your panties in a-" that was when Alfred turned around to see what the dog was going crazy about and he stopped mid sentence when he saw a person far down the road walking along side it.

"Seriously man? You're barking over that?" he groaned, "Just leave the guy be." Alfred couldn't make out the person due to the fact that he was so far away and it was dark. The blond let out a huff of breath and decided to walk until they passed the stranger, that way he could have a little more control of his rowdy dog.

Alfred looked puzzled at the silhouette though, the body shape seeming eerily familiar. The dog walked along side him quietly but was still trying to push forward and it took all the teen's strength to hold him back.

Halfway from where he saw the man he stopped, as he realized that this stranger wasn't an adult. Alfred could see a head of light blond hair flowing in the chilled air, the body looked rather scrawny as it was enveloped in a baggy grey, long sleeved t-shirt and pajama pants, the shoes sticking out and completely mismatching the outfit. Blue eyes followed as he saw the boy throw something off into the distance.

It was strange, how he just stood there watching this person move, not having a clue that he was being watched. Alfred's face heated up at this little realization that he was inappropriately staring taking a few steps to continue only to stop again when the body moved. Skinny legs lifted up and went over the guard rails that protected vehicles from going off the cliff. Wait. Cliff?!

Alfred froze feeling that one wrong move would scare the teen and cause him to fall off. What the hell is he doing? That's dangerous! but his legs were still, eyes still watching and wondering as to what this boy was planning to do.

The small frame was leaning back and forth as if contemplating which way he would fall, his hands gripping onto the rail behind him. Then everything was in slow motion. Alfred could see from so far away like a hawk, eyesight he never knew he had, as pale fingers slowly let go of the cold metal. Feet that wore large shoes slid and Alfred thought that he could hear the gravel roll beneath the rubber. The feet moved forward and the blond released himself from the safety of the rails.

The American teen forgot all that happened in those few seconds and when he opened his eyes that were tightly shut he was looking into emerald orbs. His blue eyes widened as did the green ones.

"Eh?" he questioned looking down. He was hanging off the guard rail, his eyes zeroing in on the cliff he was standing right above, he couldn't even see the bottom the night was so dark, "Eh?" he said again as he noticed his hands were the only thing keeping the green eyes from plummeting to their death, holding the body up by the armpits from behind. "Woah!" he screamed but did not dare to back away, holding onto the boy with thick waves of adrenaline coursing through his body. H-how did I get here? I don't remember anything. he thought.

Arthur stared wide eyed. What the hell? Where'd he come from? Wait. I'm not falling. I'm still alive? If this was hell then he made a poor choice."What the bloody hell are you doing?! Let me go you daft bastard!" he heard an angry British voice call him back to his senses and he stared down.

Wait. Don't I know this kid? "S-sorry let me help you u-"

"No! Let me go this instant! You stupid git!" he yelled again. Arthur tried to move himself up back onto the ledge but the way his body was positioned it was hard. He squirmed in Alfred's strong grip. Oh, it's that asshole from the hallway. Alfred comprehended. He shrugged, breathing out and calming his nerves as he lifted the teen up and over the guard rails and to the safe road. Man, he's light. And loud.

Arthur was on his hands a knees on the ground once he was put down. He couldn't believe it. He was so close. So close to leaving this world. He groaned inwardly, tears starting to clog his vision. He was scared, his natural senses of survival kicking into full gear. Of course after contemplating death so many times it was obvious that his body would have a delayed reaction to anything dangerous. The adrenaline of free falling even for that short second was still ushered into his veins, heart pounding. He was shaking, his breath heavy as he panted. Worst of all, someone had caught him.

Lick. Arthur felt a wet tongue slide across his cheek.

The fuck? he looked and saw a giant wet nose in his face and he fell back against the pavement. "The bloody hell?!" he shrieked trying to back away from the giant dog that was advancing his way.

"Eagle down!" he heard a voice call and looked up to see focused blue eyes and a pale frown as the teen grabbed the monster's leash and backed away a tad.

Arthur's thick eyebrows furrowed, "You! T-that wanker from the hallway! Alfred!" he pointed accusingly at the football player.

Alfred's eyes snapped back at the teen, "What the hell do you think you were doing?" he nearly busted his vocal chords and the Brit paused in his rage seeing the 'hero' uncharacteristically shout, capturing his full attention. "You could have died!" he stated frantically.

Way to figure that one out genius, he thought as he leaned back on the road, hands behind his head. "Yeah I know that." he mumbled.

Alfred was about to ask him as to why he was there then if he knew the dangers until he paused. The image of fingertips letting go of a rail willingly passed by his eyes, and quite frankly, he was shocked. "W-wait, so were you trying to get yourself killed?" he wondered out loud.

Did you just turn on the light bulb? Arthur side glanced at the teen moving to get up, "That's none of your concern." he muttered as he moved to walk back to his dreadful house, the feeling of dying leaving his mood.

"Wait a minute! You expect me to just let you walk away after a scene like that?" Alfred called after.

"Yup." he responded curtly his form getting farther away.

Alfred frowned at this notion and he looked down, "Eagle," he said and his dog looked up with a happy grin, "Tackle." he commanded letting go of his dog's leash, the dog bounded away after the suicidal teen, jumping high into the air and onto his back, tackling him back down to the road.

Arthur was hit hard and he turned onto his back, his face then was being attack by a wet tongue all over his face, even his eyes, "The fuck? Get your mangy dog off of me you asshole!" he yelled as he tried to shove the dog off.

"Careful now, if you try to leave again without my consent I might as well tell him he fumbled." he stood over the Brit smiling and the dog began to growl as he heard the phrase.

"All right all right already! What the hell do you tossers want?!" he questioned wondering what kind of code word the teen was spewing out. Bloody Americans.

"I think," he crossed his arms, "That after that escapade and saving your ass, thus being the hero of course, that I deserve a few things in return." he nodded defiantly. Trying not to let an amused grin slip as he watched his dog continue to lick the boy but failed.

"You can kiss my arse! Don't heroes never ask for anything in return?!" he spat. Meanwhile Alfred wasn't listening. He was thinking as to what he would ask of the blond. Well certainly this kid was a mystery and he was intrigued. Not to mention that this suicidal kid needed help. Hmm... he looked at the kid's beaten face for a long time making the Brit uncomfortable.

"You still didn't tell me what happened to your face, or your name for that matter." he said randomly.

"None of those are your concern!" he yelled still struggling with the heavy dog that was now attempting to sit on him.

"I can't even know your name?' he questioned dubiously.

"Fine, I'm Harry Fucking Potter." he seethed sarcastically.

Alfred however did not find this funny, "Eagle, did you fumble?" he asked the dog. Eagle began to growl and bit down on the Brit's shirt collar, happy demeanor nearly erased as the dog thought of the insult.

"Okay, okay! It's Arthur!" he whined frantically.

"Nice ta meet ya Arthur," blue eyes smiled. He lent down his hand to offer the green eyed punk his hand, Arthur begrudgingly taking it as he was lifted up and away from the dog. Arthur continued to frown which dampened the teen's spirit.

"Can I go now?" he questioned and the teen was so lost in his thoughts as he stared deeply into emerald eyes that he had to shake his head to come back down to earth.

"U-uh yeah sure!" he said smiling, "But I'll see you at school you got that?" he said silently wishing that he was sort of making a promise with the Brit.

"If you're lucky," he snapped and he turned to walk away, "Oh and Alfred?" he questioned.

The quarterback stared up, "Yeah?"

"T-thanks." he whispered and then sauntered off into the night.

Thanks? For what? Didn't he just get done yelling at me for not letting him die?

Alfred smiled as he stared into the darkness, biting his bottom lip.

Arthur.

a/n: Oh my so many ways I could go with this. And to anyone who panicked about the cliffhanger- see I'm not so mean that I would kill a character... Oh am I? Plenty of new developments that will expand later on. We have our dearest Matthew even sharing bits of his life... with Francis? Who knows. And Ivan hitting some American ass? Either that's just to show how creepy he is or something else, you'll have to think about that for yourselves.

I know, it's ridiculous that it's still on day one but I will be moving this fic along now, I simply wanted to have everyone understand their daily lives AND introduce the characters to each other.

Oh yeah and for those of you who can't speak French and don't want to take the time to look up the words:

Mon amour- my love

Mon cher- my dear

Mon agneau- my lamb ;)

Shout out to some reviewers:

.143- I'm glad you enjoy reading this so much and I hope to not disappoint you. Your kind words have been settling, I hope you continue to read this story.

vellymymare- Glad to know that my plan had been carried out successfully. If later on you decide to be mad at me for what I may do to the characters then I give you full permission to hate me. XD

Man do I have a serious case of Squirrel Syndrome.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter, and seeing as I'll be back in my own home by Sunday I'll probably be better at updating. Thank you for reading and please review! ^.^