You're Given All, I'm Given None

by SecretFan17

A student AU for the GerIta and USUK pairing. Life is difficult for two outcast friends, Feliciano and Arthur. It's not easy that both are tormented daily by their peers. Ludwig the transfer student and Alfred the football star live perfect lives. But what happens when their exact opposites cross their paths? Will there be love or an all out brawl?

6. Chapter 5 Dreadful Interactions

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Wow it's been so long since I've last updated and I am SO sorry. Things have been rough all over for the last two months. Firstly, school started a while back and when I mean school I mean that I go to TWO schools. I don't get home until late at night and after that I have a BUNCH of homework -.- . Furthermore, my family and I are struggling financially. It's so bad now that I am looking for any amount of work to fill up whatever free time I have.

In terms of my updating I will try my very best, I promise. I swear to not abandon any of you who have miraculously stuck with me. Thank you to those who have. It means a lot.

This chapter might not seem like much, but read between the lines. So much is going to happen from now on!

WARNING: There is some nasty bits in this one =^.^= . To anyone who is sensitive you are now warned.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia or any of the characters. We all know this by now.

Characters: Arthur Kirkland (England), Alfred Jones (America), Ludwig Beilschmidt (Germany), Feliciano Vargas (N. Italy), Tim Govert (Netherlands), Francis Bonnefoy (France), Matthew Jones (Canada), Antonio Fernandez (Spain), Roderich Edelstein (Austira), Simon Densen (Denmark), Ivan Broginski (Russia), Natalia Broginski (Belarus), Kiku Honda (Japan), Heracles Karpusi (Greece), Lovino Vargas (S. Italy), Allistor Kirkland (Scotland), Dylan Kirkland (Wales), and Seamus Kirkland (Ireland). (:

Enjoy~

Chapter 5: Dreadful Interactions

After the game and a nice cool shower to relax his muscles, the quarterback of the high standing high school football team took his sweet time getting dress, smiling and high-fiving each of his teammates that passed by. When the locker room was void of all but him he plugged in his ear buds and began to jam out to classic stings of guitar solos and pound his hands to the beating of the drums, his eyes closed and a goofy grin sprawled out on his face all the while he tried to clean off his equipment and pack up for the night.

Still bobbing his head, the blond slipped on a blue t-shirt with a Captain America shield at the center before grabbing his duffelbag and headed for the door. Once outside he noticed that only a few stray teens stood about the torn up field. Peering out he could even recognize his Greek teammate standing next to a much smaller and even more recluse raven haired boy holding a camera. Oh, yeah the photographer for the school news. He was with Arthur and that other kid... He took note of that as he began to head for the school parking lot.

"ALLFFRREEDDDD!"

The called out teen turned his head only to be tackled to the ground by a blur of blond, "WOAH!" Looking up he saw the beaming smile of a Danish teen by the name of Simon, though something was... off. His face looked like it was hit by the air bag of a car.

The blond teen got off the American and offered help up, his arm extended, smile still in place, "Dude, one would think that you would'nt able to handle a tackle." he chided.

"Yeah well not when it's a surprise attack from a friend instead of an opponent." Alfred mumbled as he dusted himself off. Looking behind Simon, he noticed that Roderich and Ivan stood, Frenchie Francis and Im Yong Soo were missing. Roderich had his arms crossed as usual and Ivan had a dark aura , his face seemed to be worse than the blond that stood before him. What the hell happened to them?

"True." Simon shrugged back. "Oh by the way! Great game you guys!" he turned around sending his golden smile at the Russian as well.

Ivan simply nodded and the blond scratched the back of his neck, "By the way... Why are you two all busted up?" he asked, shifting his weight left to right.

Ivan's face grew to looking like a stone bust, "Our new little friend, Ludwig, had a fit with us."

"Huh? Ludwig? But he's a cool guy. Why would he do such a thing?" Alfred was taken aback. He knew the German was strong and straightforward but he didn't think that he was the type to start up a fight.

"He simply got in the way of us handling with a kid who owed us some time." the Russian said simply.

"But I couldn't imagine him beating you all up over that. He even got you good, Ivan." Alfred looked puzzle. Ludwig didn't seem the type.

"It happened, Alfred. You might to want to watch your back around him, da?" Ivan gave a creepy smile before his face fell into a dark state and began to walk towards the exit that lead to the student parking lot.

"Right..." the blond was still puzzled as he drag on the question. The rest of the group began to follow the Russian so he tagged along. He was heading home anyways.

The quarterback looked at the group and turned his head around remebering that two teens were missing. He knew Antonio left with Ludwig but the Korean and French teen were still no where in sight. "Hey guys... where's Im Yong and Frenchie?" he asked.

Roderich and Simon looked a little surprised Alfred noticed?, Ivan continued trudging ahead. "Er... Well Im Yong got beaten pretty bad and he didn't want to show his face. As for Francis..." the Danish boy trailed off with a puzzled look on his face.

"No one knows. He came with us to see the game, but then he disappeared." Roderich spoke up.

"Oh..." was all Alfred could say and he simply shrugged, pulling his duffelbag higher up his shoulder.

"Oi, Alfred. I almost forgot. Going to homecoming on Saturday?" the blond questioned.

"Why do you ask? Planning on asking him out, Simon?" Ivan turned and gave a teasing smile. Alfred felt relief, Ivan seemed to be partially back.

"Shut up. Oh, are you going to take Natalia, Alfred?" Mathias chided, smug smile large and in charge. Ivan, who was walking ahead, noticeably tensed at the thought of his scary sister.

"Hum? No, actually I can't go to homecoming tomorrow." the American mumbled.

"What? But you're the school's quarterback, don't you have to go?" he answered back.

"No, besides even if I was going, Natalia would kill me if I asked her out." in truth he had tried during last year's homecoming and she actually did threaten his life. Never again. Besides, the girl was nuts. She had a sick obsession for her brother. It was just plain gross.

Ivan frantically turned around, running up to Alfred and grabbing his shoulders. It was the first time the blond saw fears in those violet eyes, "P-please Alfred! You have to go, you have to try to ask her out! Please! She hasn't left me alone! Y-you have to..." he visibly shivered. Everyone else stared in awe.

"Woah, dude. Sorry, love to help, but I really can't go tomorrow. It's family issues." Alfred was shocked to his core. Damn, does Natalia really freak him out this much? He pushed the pleading Russian away and ran off, waving behind him sending off a 'see you guys later' to escape the scene.

Once in the parking lot he walked out, heading home. Matthew had told him that he would wait outside the gate for him once the game was over but when Alfred got there, the shy blond was nowhere to be seen. His head turned side to side in search of him and when he concluded that he wasn't any where near the gate, he pulled out his phone to give him a call.

The phone rang for a long time and it seemed as though he would be sent to voice-mail. What's wrong with him? He always answers within the first three rings, he thought to himself.

Finally there was a crackle at the other end as the summoned teen breathed into the phone, "Alfred?" he questioned.

His eyebrows furrowed, his brother sounded... tired? "Hey dude, where are you? The game is over, we need to head back home now." He thought he could hear some faint heavy breathing in the background.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry." he said meekly. "Uh, I met a friend at the library and we decided to leave the school. Tell mom and dad that I'm spending the night..." He trailed off.

Huh, friend? "Uh, alright man. See tomorrow, I guess." he didn't know that Matthew had a friend.

"Bye Alfred!" Matthew squeaked out, it sounded rushed and as if he was spooked before the line went dead with the dial tone.

Blue eyes stared down at the phone in confusion. That was... weird. He shoved the cellphone in his jeans and began heading towards his house on his own.

Matthew might not have thought that Alfred noticed but he knew that something had been off with his little brother. He'd always say that he'd be hanging out with 'friends' but he'd come back home, late at night, looking exhausted and the blond could have sworn he saw a hickey at the base of his brother's throat. Exactly what the quiet freshman was doing out so late nowadays frightened the quarterback.

He shook his head, taking a glance at the diner he went to everyday at school and thought about getting a shake but he remembered that his parents would be home early, and when that happened he knew that meant one thing: Sprinkle Joe's icecream and Netflix with his dad.

He simply waved to the familiar waiter at the bar from across the street as he passed. He knew he could see him through the large windows and he gave a great smile. Okay, time for icecream, he thought as he ran down the road all the way home chanting 'icecream, icecream, icecream' under his breath.

Huffing from running so fast, he reached his home to see his dad getting out of his van, one made to accommodate his handicap. His dad taking his own car meant that his mom would be home late, probably with arm fulls of files for her next case. Alfred could see that his dad was struggling with unfolding his wheel chair so the teen immediately dashed up the driveway to assist.

"Hey pops, need some help?" he smiled warmly as he reached for the chair only to have the top of his hand slapped away.

"Damn it, Alfred! I can do this myself!" the teen could only chuckle at his dad's antics. If anyone heard, but could not see, they would have thought that the man was angry, but to the blue eyed American boy he could plainly see his father's smile that spread across his face as he tried to act angry.

His dad was such a dork.

Eventually the man got his wheel chair situated, bending back in the van to retrieve a bag with the name "Sprinkle Joe's" splayed across. He hooked it on his arms like it was a purse before launching himself out of the driver's seat and into his wheel chair. He gleamed up at his son brightly. Anyone whoever met Alfred's father would say that he was an exact copy of the man except much younger. Their likeness seemed to convince people that cloning was going on the rage.

"Oi, smiling dorkwad, mind wheeling me in? I don't want to move my arms." His dad asked, moving the bag with tubs of icecream into his lap.

"Sure thing old man." the blond retorted and began to push his father up the graveled driveway.

"Who you calling old? Brat. And where's your brother Mattie?" he asked, turning in his chair to look at his towering son.

"Haha, and Matt said that he was going to be with some friends. Won't be back till tomorrow it seems." he started chewing his bottom lip, thinking back to his theories from earlier.

"That kid. He seems to be disappearing more and more. Well so long as it's not anything illegal and he keeps his grades up, I don't care. So he just left you at school like that? Which reminds me... How did that game go tonight?" he gave a crooked grin, waiting for the verdict.

"We pounded their asses!" Alfred howled in excitement. He knew his dad was always proud of him being on the team.

"That's my boy!" the man yelled out, giving a hard high-five to his son.

"Yeah, the new fullback we have was amazing! Tore right through the other team." he said as he started up the ramp to their porch.

"Glad to hear your team is doing great." the man smiled keenly. Alfred was always proud of his father, being so full of excitement and optimism. When the man was in the Air Force his plane's inspection was poor and the mechanic missed the worn out wires in the propellers. The plane began to fall from the sky and when he ejected out of the plane he landed hard into the ground, even with his parachute, the fall has too fast, the ground too hard. He landed and severed some tissue and nerves, his spine compressed and there was so much damage. He was lucky to be alive. Alfred was in middle school and Matthew in elementary when this happened. As a result the man was paralyzed from the waist down, but now he worked as an instructor and did various things with the Air Force. His unit was a family and took great care of him and Alfred always wondered if that was why his father was so happy all of the time. Sure there were rough patches but overall he was a happy man, all because his unit picked him up and dusted him off when he fell down. When he needed his family the most, they were there.

"So Netflix and icecream?" dark blue eyes looked up as he raised the indicated bag.

"Fudge yeah, man!"

Skin pressed again. Slicked with glistening sweat. Flushed. Breathing. Heavy. His body felt like it was hot and cold all at the same time. Like he was floating to the heavens. God damn it. I gave in. But this- this is. It's addictive. His throat gave a purr as skilled fingers rubbed his chest, his perked nipples, slick back. He could feel the cool breath on the back of his neck, the slight stubble that was rough on his shoulders.

This was like ecstasy.

So wrong, but so right.

"Mon amour. Matthieu, you feel amazing." the normally silky voice now husky, a growl hiding in the back of his throat as he thrusted forward.

The blond whimpered, a wince with one eye closed from the slow intrusion.

He moaned at the other's movements, he titled his head back. He was so close.

ring ring ring ring

The motions stopped and both teens looked up to the lit up cellphone that lied on the night stand.

"F-fuck, I believe that's yours." the heavy accented voice murmured.

"Y-yeah." the blond mumbled, reaching out to the phone, looking at the name displayed. "Shit, it's my brother. I forgot, I was supposed to wait for him after the game." his head fell to the bed and he rose it back up, readying himself with his practiced lie.

"That pig of a brother you have? Can't he walk himself home or is he incapable of-" a slender hand reached behind and covered his mouth.

"S-shut up. He is my brother I have you know. Don't bad mouth him. Now stay quiet while I answer him."

The larger teen lied on his back causing him to croak out, "Alfred?" as he answered the phone.

"Hey dude, where are you?" he heard on the other end. He gave his brother the run around that he wouldn't be home until the next day. He struggled in keeping his heavy breathing down, he was getting anxious. He could feel the other teen start to go soft within him.

"Uh, alright man, see you tomorrow, I guess." both boys heard. The long wavy haired blond took this as a 'go ahead' and thrusted deep and hard within the smaller and paler teen.

"Bye Alfred!" he shouted out at the surprise entrance, his spine feeling electricity all the way to the top of his head. With the call over, their love making continued in endless bliss.

Brown eyes shut tightly at the prodding he felt in his sides. Someone was trying to stir him awake, but he refused, that was, until he heard the threat. "I once killed a man in his sleep with his mustache und a grape."

"EH?!" there was a high pitched shriek and the teen fell off the bed he was sleeping on. He winced as he hit his head, rubbing the lump that was starting to form on the back of his skull. He looked up to see intense blue eyes staring down at him.

"Ve~ Ludwig that was mean!" he said remembering where he was and that he was not actually in danger.

"I tried to wake you up nicely." he spoke deadpan, his arms folded across his muscular chest. He was wearing a black tank top and pale blue boxers, the menacing black cross was displayed proudly around his neck.

The little Italian sat up more, "Ve~ Sorry Ludwig. I guess when I feel safe I become a deep sleeper." he mumbled.

"Yes, well..." he cleared his throat, slight pink tinging his cheeks, "Breakfast is ready, and I'm sure your transfer guardians would like you home soon." he said before heading out of the bedroom, the door giving a soft click.

Brown eyes lingered on the door before looking down. A splash of surprise splayed across his face realizing that the air mattress that he was suppose to sleep on the night before was now gone. Everything that had happened after accepting to go to Antonio's and Ludwig's house came flooding back into his memory.

"Sorry, does that hurt?" the blond German teen murmured as he removed the cloth with disinfectant from Feliciano's bruised and cut up nose.

The Italian gave a sharp hiss from the pain, "Sort of, but grazie Ludwig. For helping me." he smiled warmly at the German.

"Uh, yes. You're welcome Feliciano." he turned around and began to put away the aid kit that he had Antonio get out.

"How are your wounds?" the brunette asked.

"They're fine." He smiled lifting up his bandaged hand and wiggling his fingers. He had given into Feliciano to treating his injuries first, "Thanks to you," he added.

Feliciano continued to smile until the Spaniard teen walked into the kitchen. Ludwig's face fell, "I believe I asked you on our way here to explain what that whole mess was about. Please, do so now." His cold blue eyes watched as the tanned boy held his head down and skulked to the nearest chair at the table the others were currently sitting at.

Antonio twirled his thumbs a bit and began in a whisper, "Well you see..." He had told Ludwig, everything. From day one the group had targeted poor little Feli after watching him walk down the hallways with a certain dark punk blond. All the beatings, the teasing, everything. And when he was done, he felt free, almost clean. Like all that guilty weight he had held for those years of watching the torture and not stepping in. For all the times he joined in punishing the two innocent peers who wanted nothing more than to be left alone. "I-I'm sorry for everything I did," he looked up into chocolate orbs, "I'm sorry for everything I did to you and Arthur, Feliciano."

The German, however, was livid. These confessions were not enough for Ludwig. He pounded his fist down onto the table. Hard. "Vhat?! Do you think you can just apologize for all of zhat and get away if you apologized?!" the German yelled, infuriated. The wooden chair he sat in scraped across the tiled floor, heavy footsteps sounded in the quiet room as he trudged up to Antonio. He grabbed a fistful of the front of his shirt, lifting him from where he sat. The teen's face flinched preparing for the worst. Sure enough, Ludwig planted his hardest punch onto the Spaniard's face, sending him across the room and onto the floor. He stepped and glowered over the whimpering kid.

"Ludwig! No more!" Feliciano yelled out, too shocked to move from his seat.

"Consider that even." he growled, offering his hand to his friend.

Slowly Antonio accepted the hand, pulling himself up and covering his bleeding nose.

"Feliciano, if you'd like, why don't you spend the night while everyone calms down? Is that alright, Antonio?" Ludwig asked the two brunettes. Feliciano waited for the other's answer.

"Yeah, that sounds good. How about a movie and popcorn? As a peace treaty?" he muttered with a slight smile.

"Ve~ Thank you Antonio!" The Italian cheered, all the fear he had of the Spaniard washed off by Ludwig's presence, he left and went to go tell his guardians the situation.

After the movie it was time for bed and Feliciano walked into Ludwig's clean cut bedroom to see the blond pumping up a air mattress for him on the ground. "Ve~ Grazie Ludwig!" he exclaimed, walking further in the room.

The German turned around and in doing so went bright red at the sight. Feliciano still had his striped geeky shirt on, but no pants. He had pink boxers showing proudly. He even rubbed his tired eyes with his wrist in a cute way. Vait. Cute?! Vhat am I thinking?! He's a guy! Ludwig shook his head and continued setting up the bed. "Y-yes well, you're welcome." he stuttered. "There, now, time for bed." he patted the sheets and got up, landing on his bed.

"Ve~!" Feliciano belly flopped onto the mattress, curling up into a ball in the wad of covers. "Goodnight Ludwig!" he called out.

"Gute nacht, Feliciano." he murmured as he began to drift off to sleep.

Feliciano could not fall asleep so easily.

He tossed and he turned. Fidgeting in the comforter that Ludwig gave him, he bit his bottom lip. Back when he was little, back when he lived in Italy with his family, he never slept alone. Never. He and his fratello used to have reoccurring nightmares, one or the other would wake up shaking, crossing their small shared room in the apartment above the family's restaurant, and crawl into the other's bed. Habit turned into routine and after time passed the two Italian brothers found that they could never sleep in a bed alone.

Now Feliciano wasn't in Italy, he didn't share a bedroom with his beloved fratello and since freshman year of high school he had tried so hard to break this habit. It was easier with the Govert's considering that he rather spend a night alone in a cold bed than share one with his foreign exchange buddy and whatever piece of bare flesh he decided to share the sheets with that night.

But now...

His brown eyes stared at the wide back of his new German friend. He had only ever known Arthur, and even slept in the same bed with him once he confessed to his 'clingy' desire to share a bed with another person. Would he think it odd if Feliciano just jumped in bed beside him?

Technically he had only just met the intimidating blond teen.

Collecting his resolve, he threw the blankets aside and quietly slid underneath Ludwig's own. Almost instantly he hummed happily as his eyes fluttered completely shut, a soft and content smile spreading across his face.

Blue eyes shot open as he felt his body dip further into the mattress as added weight joined him in the bed. Slowly he turned to see whatever it was that intruded his slumber, but all he could see was a lump lying next to him. His fingers lightly gripped the top of the covers, raising it so he could get a good view. Looking underneath he saw the Italian brunette comfortably sleeping flat on his back snoozing away.

This realization came slow to the tired German. His eyes shot open after a moment as did his whole body, "Vhy zhe hell are you in my bed?!" he shouted in more of shock than anger.

He stopped, his flailing arms dropping down to his sides as he noticed the Italian did not stir even in the slightest. Anger bubbled over the surface at the brunette's impolite behavior. "Are you seriously tell me, zhat my yelling is not waking you up?!" he shouted, but the Italian stayed motionless. He let out a soft sigh, looking over the small frame of the teen, still sleeping soundly.

All the fury he had for having another male sleeping in his bed washed off of him. For some reason this little Italian kept him calm, he just felt drawn to him and he had no idea how or why. Accepting defeat, he hauled his tired self underneath the covers, his giant hand ruffled auburn-brown hair, a slight smile gracing his lips as he lied down and drifted back to sleep. That night, he could smell the faint scent of paint and spices.

Feliciano smiled faintly at last night's pleasant slumber before getting up to join Antonio and Ludwig for breakfast. Smelling the air he could tell that it was sausages for breakfast and recoiled, praying to every god he could think of that they would taste good and that he would not starve so early in the morning.

"Oi, shithead."

"Oi. Oi, little fucker, wake the bloody 'ell up before we drag yer arse out ourselves."

One thick, blond eyebrow twitched. A tired faced scrunched up at the bothersome voices.

"How the 'ell is he related to us? Look how bloody thin he is! I can see his ribs!"

He flinched at the sharp prodding at his side.

"How do think we should wake 'im up?"

"I say we kick 'is arse off this damn bed."

"Aye, alrighty then. On three, one... two... thr-"

A screech resounded in the small room as the British teen was flown off his warm and comfortable bed. His green orbs opened to the view of his ceiling before they darted to the shadows hovering over his bed on the other side from where he sat.

The blond rubbed his head, "What the bloody hell was that for?!" he cried out and then stopped. He saw two pairs of equally green eyes and thick eyebrows, except that their hair color consisted of one a light orange/red and the other a blood red. Both men were wearing very conspicuous suits, one midnight blue, one black.

"Haha! The little fucker awakens!" roared the darker ginger.

"Allistor? Seamus? How the hell did you get into my house?!" he stood up, seeing the grin on the oldest's face he looked down to see that he was completely stripped down to his boxers. A deep flush crossed his cheeks as he bent down to grab a pair of his black skinny jeans that were thrown out onto the floor. He hopped one leg in and then the other.

"We ARE your brothers you twit. Not to mention we are mob bosses." The lighter ginger stuck his tongue out, "Ejit, we are the kings of crime, you'd think we couldn't figure out a damn key lock."

"Ugh, I don't need this shit this early." he covered his eyes, shielding it from the light his older brothers let into his room. He did get a little wasted last night. "Why are you two here?" he barked. Shouldn't they be in Scotland and Ireland?

"Oi, don't use that tone with us." Allistor spat. "And did yer scrawny ass forget? Dad died today..." he trailed off, his thick accent softening.

"Oh." he breathed. That's right. Death row.

"Yeah 'oh'. We aren't 'aving a funeral since 'e's being cremated so we came down to say our goodbyes."

"Did he get my letter in time?" Arthur spoke in a low whisper, the weight of his father's death, the only family member who spoke to him tenderly, now settling on his shoulders. He did get my letter, right? Oh god, please say that he did.

"Yes. 'e did." Seamus murmured. "Got it right before they sent 'im down the green mile. The bloody milksop wouldn't stop blubbering, 'e was so happy and yet crying at the same time. You only wrote three damn words and it turned one of the greatest mob bosses into a crying baby. Way ta go."

"I'm sorry." he whispered again, looking down at his bed. So his dad got his letter, but then why did he feel so empty inside? Was it because it made his father cry?

"You replied. You made him happy and fulfilled his dying wish. So wipe that sorry look off yer mug before I take it off for you." Allistor crossed his arms and waited for his little brother to look them in the eyes.

"Right..." he sat down on his bed and looked up at his two oldest brothers. His eyebrows knitted as he looked up at the duo... They were supposed to be a trio. "Where's Dylan?" he asked, looking around for the missing brunette. His second older brother.

"Oh that ejit? As soon as dad was recorded as dead, 'e ran out. Said that 'e 'ad an important meeting to attend to back at 'is territory."

"His territory? So he's back at Wales... or?"

"Yeah Wales. You damn well know dad separated 'is territory for 'is three oldest sons." Seamus looked at his brother. Damn he wanted to change the mood. After all the emotions this morning and then coming back to see his brother in the state that he was. He wasn't an idiot, mum was gone and his brother was upstairs with cans of beer surrounding him like it was his nest, it was also clear that those were bruises and cuts all over his pale body. His little brother was worse of than their whore mother let on. Seamus then caught a glint from his younger brother's chest, "What's with those collar bone piercings?"

"Huh?" Arthur looked down to see his studs standing out proud on his bony chest, "They're called clavicle piercings." he said as he turned around to find a rock band shirt, two sizes too big for him.

"Are you a little punk boy now?"

"One could say that." he mumbled, raking his fingers through his messy blond mop. "You guys want breakfast, or are you both going to go back to your homes?" he began walking to the bedroom door. If they had to break in that meant that his mom or the horrid man of her's wasn't home. They were also the strongest guys he ever met. He was safe.

"Naw, I think we're going to stay 'ere for awhile. We've got connections. Our men and territories are safe. Especially from that damn Italian mafia that's been coming around." Seamus muttered walking to the door with his brother.

Arthur, however, gulped. Right. The United Kingdom gangsters were having trade problems with the Italian mafia. And they were fierce, they were the original mafia that hasn't died out after generations. He remembers Feliciano mentioning that his father was a part of that and left his family behind to fend for themselves.

Seamus and Arthur were just about to walk out the bedroom door before two arms hooked around them, "Oi, why don'cha say we catch up like brothers and then drink like men t'night?" he shook the two.

"Yeah, that's a great idea! I still remember where dad's favorite restaurant is, we can go for dinner and then we'll stop by the nearest liquor store!" the red heads gleamed down at their little brother.

Arthur through his hands up in exasperation, "You guys are such great role models. Just let me make some god damn tea before I have to deal with you for however long you're staying." he huffed before running down the stairs, away from his psychotic brothers.

"Soooo, 'ow's mum been?"

"Yeah, when dad talked about 'er, it sounded ta me like she turned into a rotten whore." Allistor looked pointedly at Arthur from his spot on the couch. They had been spending most of the day sitting around drinking tea with some show on Netflix as white noise.

"She's all of that and more." Arthur said before taking a sip of his tea.

"She the reason why you're all," Seamus motioned up and down, "this?"

"This?" he questioned with a scoff.

"Mr. Piercings and 'I don't give a fuck about 'ow I dress.' Because you look like that to us," the youngest red head lifted one of Arthur's bruised arms, "And this? I'm no detective but considering I 'ave to be one step ahead of them all the damn time, I'd say this is a combination of ejit's at school and whomever mum's shacking up with."

The British teen lied back into the couch, biting his pierced bottom lip. He folded his arms, "This is nothing. Just fell down. And why do you guys keep bringing up how much of a whore mom is."

Green eyes stared down at him, "Probably because she is. Arthur, you know, if anyone is beating the shit out of you, besides mum's odd few men, we can always arrange to have fear stricken in them." The oldest smiled.

Arthur stood stiffly up, "I don't need you guys to take care of me like I'm that same five year old alone on the bloody swing set! It's nothing, and if there was something I could take care of my damn self!" he roared, his brother's were only going to continue to poke and prod until he fessed up, and he wasn't prepared to admit defeat. No. Not just yet. His pride wouldn't allow it.

He ran back upstairs and slammed the door. "What the bloody 'ell was that?"

Seamus only shrugged. Both gingers stared at each other, sadness and worry evident in their green orbs.

"Come on, dude! We got the rez waiting for us!" Alfred called up the stairs to the bathroom that his brother was hauled up in. He slid across the wooden floor to the banister at the steps to slip on his tennis shoes.

"Yeah yeah, Alfred. I got it!" he yelled back as he walked out of the bathroom, cleaning his round glasses with the end of his shirt.

"Boys, when will you ever stop fighting?" their exasperated mom sighed and she threw her purse over her shoulder.

"Relax, honey. The boys only get to do this once a year. Besides, they are missing homecoming just for this," their father soothed, wheeling up next to her and placing his hand on the small of her back affectionately.

"Ew dad, gross. Hands off mom." Alfred's nose scrunched up.

"I have you know, son, if it weren't for these hands," the middle aged man did a show of jazz hands, "You probably would have never been born."

That was when Matthew fully entered the front of the house, "Ew dad! Shut up!" the blond brothers howled in unison, both walking out the door and hearing their dad's laughter.

The teens helped out their dad into the car, much to the man's chagrin , and hopped in themselves.

"Hey, is General Lucas going to be here this year? He promised me a magic show, damn it." Alfred said while buckling up.

"Alfred, language." His mother warned, earning a chuckle from Matthew and a slug in the shoulder in return.

"Ow, dude." Matthew whispered quietly, getting ready to fight back.

"Boys, try not to kill each other tonight." their dad looked up into the review mirror, catching the boys in mid brawl, "And yes, he'll be here, along with the rest of my unit," he smiled at his two sons, "So behave."

"Yes, father."

"Yes, old man."

He had no idea how his wretched brothers got him out of his room, but they did. And now here he stood watching his brothers use their power to get a table in the very packed family restaurant. Seriously, two mob bosses and their little punk brother at a family restaurant. This is not what he pictured to be the American dream. Nonetheless, somehow the two gingers with a Scottish and Irish accent, got the three of them in, without waiting time to boot.

Arthur vaguely remembered this place. It was nice. It cooked anywhere from a fine dine hamburger to and original mozzarella ravioli with marinara sauce. Arthur would have to mention this restaurant to Feliciano on Monday.

Their waiter guided them past tables and tables full of smiling faces. Arthur couldn't help but scowl, earning him a good slap on the arm from Seamus. They were lead into a large room with a over-sized round table in the center. Arthur took a good look and his eyes widened. It was a table full of soldiers, he knew because all of them were decorated, some seeming to carry with them some battle wounds.

Then he saw him. The bloody moron. Could he not find a place this damn blond wasn't at? At the round table of soldiers sat Alfred, a big stupid smile on his face with everyone laughing around him. When the three brothers began to pass by, he covered his face so as not to be seen. Allistor, however, tipped his stupid black fedora their way and Seamus dipped his head out of respect for the soldiers. Some smiled a waved.

The three of them sat at a table on the far end, seated for four, by a window. Arthur plopped himself right in front of that window and craned his neck backwards just to see the Italian yellow lighting shining through the window, making it clear that it was pitch black outside.

The brothers continued on in silence as they looked at their menus, each ordering their own food and drinks before settling down to reminisce about the old days when they were much younger and their dad would take them to this very restaurant every Friday night, instead of the bar like their mother.

"I can't wait to get wasted!" Allistor beamed and Arthur choked on his glass of water.

"Really Allistor?!" the blond Brit gave a hushed yell.

"What? I'm itching for some booz." he shrugged.

"Can we not rip out each other's throats like when we were kids? I mean really, Allistor you're a grown ass man and Arthur, you're a junior in high school now. Just act your age until we get home." Leave it to Seamus to keep a level head. His green eyes scanned the room.

"You're one to talk Seamus."

"Yeah, I can manage. If you'll excuse me," he eyed to restaurant for a moment in contemplation, "I'm going to the restroom..." He got up from the table and headed to the men's room. He groaned when he saw the long line to even get in. Figure, a packed night calls for a packed restroom. He leaned up against the red wall in the hallway to the restrooms, his arms crossed on his chest. From any outsider's perspective: he looked pissed. But deep down, he could feel a warm smile spread within his chest. As much as his older brothers harassed him growing up they were always there for him and he couldn't have chosen a better batch of brothers.

"Arthur?"

Broken from his train of thought, emerald eyes looked up. His skin crawled.

"Why the bloody hell are you here?" he spat venom. There before him, walking to stand next to him was that damn Alfred. He knew that he was here but did he seriously have to bumped into him?!

"Hmm? Oh, it's an annual for my dad and his flight team. What about you?" he smiled down at the blond.

His dad's in the Air Force? Great a thorough bred of Captain America himself. Arthur thought bitterly before answering, "That's none of your business." he huffed indignantly.

"Riiiiight. Almost forgot. Because, you know, even though I know your secret, wondering about anything else would just be nosy." Alfred said sarcastically.

"It is none of your business!" he snapped and then realizing that he conjured up some attention from the men in the hall, he quited down. "It's not my fault you saw, you could have kept walking. I wouldn't have cared." he whispered, drooping lower into his black leather jacket and shifting slightly as the line moved forward.

Alfred's face dropped into a contemplative frown, "Even if you say that, I would still pull you off that ledge a million times over."

"Why bother?" he growled. "You know nothing about me."

"That may be true, but last time I checked, we're both human beings. I can't stand by and watch a fellow peer fall into the depths of depression without a rope to hold onto." his pale blue eyes shifted in energy, the spark dulling to one devoid of smiles.

"It's still none of your concern."

"Huh, you may be right..."

Both teens then fell into an uncomfortable silence. Arthur aggravatingly tapping his foot, impatient and waiting to use the restroom so he could run and hide by his scary mafia brothers. Alfred, on the other hand, was going over and over in his head how he could reach out to this dark teen. How could he help someone who didn't want to be saved? Talk about a challenge.

Finally the line moved forward. Both teens walked in to find that they were the only two left. Without saying a word the blonds stepped up to the only two urinals that stood side-by-annoyingly-close-side.

Arthur gritted his teeth trying desperately to look at anything but at the blond next to him, but without his permission, his eyes scaled down out of curiosity glancing down at Alfred and all his teenage glory.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. That's just not fair. And Arthur stopped, suddenly not feeling like relieving himself in the way he expected. Looking down he could see that he was getting slightly stiff. What the bloody fuck?! What?! Why?! He panicked, his body was betraying him and he was clueless as to where this sudden flurry of arousal came from.

Quickly zipping up his tight skinny jeans, he raced to the sink to rinse off and bolted out the door to his table, he could barely hear Alfred behind him yell out of confusion, "Arthur?"

Once rejoined with his older brothers he sat down and hid his face behind the menu, not taking anything in at the moment, confusion still clouding his mind.

Allistor and Seamus caught on immediately.

"Oi," the eldest started, "You alright Arthur? Your ears are turning pink." his voiced was laced with a chuckle.

"S-shut up. I'm fine." he muttered.

"Ey 'e might've ran into a purdy lass." Seamus added.

"Haha, ye're prob'ly right. So was it little bro? Did you see a hot one." the darker ginger continued to press.

"N-no, now just leave me alone to figure out what I want." Arthur continued to stumble over his own tongue, flustered about his momentary hard-on. What the hell was wrong with him?

"We already ordered for you. It's your favorite, fettuccine Alfredo." Allistor beamed.

"T-thanks." he stammered, putting down the menu, revealing his flushed face. His brothers chuckled but continued dinner rather peacefully. Arthur effectively avoided looking at the table of soldiers where he could hear Alfred animatedly talk.

"CHUG CHUG CHUG!" he could hear his older brothers cheer him on as he gobbled down his umpteenth beer. He let out a sigh as he slammed the can onto the coffee table. It was late at night and all three brothers were sitting on the floor in the living room, having a good time giggling at whatever crossed their clouded minds. Their mother had yet to return so Arthur's anxiety had significantly drunk and even began feeling safe in the open space.

"Oh god -hic- I loves yes guys. Ya know 'at? Yer two ares the best brohams I could ever -hic- have. Cheers to family!" Seamus raised his can before falling back and passing out before the other two.

"Eh, full grown man, runs a mob, and 'e still passes out after a few beers." Allistor chuckled before titlting back a bottle of whiskey. He had opted for the harder stuff.

Arthur only smiled fondly at the blacked out red head before looking up. It was like lightning had struck him at his core. Allistor's face was set like stone as he stared deeply into his youngest brother's emerald eyes. Calculating, serious.

"What?"

"Ye know, Da was really touched by yer letter." he muttered.

Green eyes blinked awhile as that sank in, "Right," Arthur looked down at his newly opened can, ""m sorry. For not staying in touch with him all these years and stuff."

"Don't be. You made him happy with just that." He only nodded in response. Allistor huffed before going on again, "'e also asked me to persuade ye into taking over the mob up in the United Kingdom. It was 'is last wish." he whispered the last sentence.

The English teen grit his teeth, his hand clenching around the beer can now, denting it. "...I...know..." his throat was tight as he pondered how he should reply. It was his whole family's dream that he would follow in their footsteps but he had been shielded by such things most of his life. He didn't know the first thing it took to being a mob boss.

"I'm sorry, Allistor. I don't think I will. I know that's what you, Seamus, and Dylan want for me. But I just can't..." his voice drifted off for a moment.

His older brother's eyes never left his face, his expression still serious as he slowly nodded, "Right, Da always thought it wasn't for ye. Says that ye reminded 'im of an angel. Ye used always have so many imaginary friends when ye were a wee tot. Boy if 'e could see ye now." he chuckled and took another swig.

"Right." Arthur could faintly remember all of those 'imaginary' friends. To this day he still believed they existed.

"But I won't hold it against you." Allistor said suddenly, causing Arthur to look up in surprise.

"T-thanks."

"Do you still visit that cliff? You know, the one our old man found, with that beautiful sunset." Allistor looked at him from the corner of his eyes and he took a large gulp from the whiskey bottle.

Arthur, however, was not so casual with hearing this. He tried to swallow down the lump that magically formed in his throat. "Yeah, from time to time." More like every time I feel like jumping off of that bloody thing. "They built a large road by it now. The rest of the forest was cleared for a lot of houses."

"Really now? Such a shame. Is the sunset still beautiful though?" he inquired further.

"Yeah, it's still breath taking."

Both brothers remained in silence as they reminisced at the same time when they and their father had discovered that cliff while taking a hike through the woods. It really was a sight to behold and it became their secret spot for the family of boys from then on. It was that reason that Arthur rather die there than anywhere else. God he needed help.

His brother's gazed continued to bore into him. He looked up to see, in fact, that his brother's dark red eyebrows were furrowed contemplatively. "Ye know, when we said that we planned on staying 'ere for awhile, that wasn't exactly the case."

"I see."

"We plan ta leave Monday mornin'..."

"Okay."

"Damn it, Arthur." Allistor sighed frustratingly, putting down the bottle and scratching his head. "Ye're gonna make me say it, aren't ya? Ye look like ye've been through 'ell and back. I can tells that living with mums isn't going swell. Now, I've been thinking... Why don't ye come with us on Monday to the airport? Ye can live with me up in Scotland. Ye'll be better off."

Arthur's chest began to feel warm. Run away? To live with his brother? To be free? Oh god how he would love that. He'd be away from that dreadful woman, away from his peers that tormented him every day, and better yet, away from that haunting cliff that beckoned his call every night. Maybe his depression will go away. Maybe he'll be able to properly smile without having to fake it. And then his stomach dropped.

What about Feliciano? There's no way he could take on this cruel world all by himself. It would be selfish of him to just leave him alone just to save his own skin. He was stuck. Stuck until this nightmarish life drove him over the edge. He was close. So close to death that he could feel the cold of Grim's aura waiting to collect his soul.

"No," he whispered, "I can't. I have friends here. I can't just leave them."

Allistor nodded in understanding, "Well if ye ever change yer mind just give me a call. I'll get ye a one way ticket in the blink of an eye."

"Thanks." and Arthur watched as Allistor finished the amber liquor, placing it's empty glass on the table before rolling around, saying 'g'night' and dozing off.

If only escaping was as easy as that.

It was a lovely Sunday morning and an auburn haired Italian hummed lightly in the kitchen as he helped his transfer guardian cook for his great grandmother. It was him, Tim, and the elderly lady all smiling as the smell of Dutch pancakes filled the room.

He had made a new friend, lost an enemy, and things started to look brighter. He couldn't help it. He was excited to tell Arthur about Ludwig. He was so nice even though he seemed scary. And handsome too.

He chuckled lightly and then paused when he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Taking off his frilly white apron he pulled out the phone, excusing himself from the kitchen and walking into the living room.

"Ve~ Hello? Who is it?" he asked cheerfully.

"Is this-a my stupid brother Feliciano?" an angry or...er irritated? voice asked over the line.

Feli gasped, "Fratello! Did you really call just to talk to me? Ve~! I missed you so much-a!" his voice rang.

"Yeah yeah, will you calmed down already fool? I called to let you know about something important so shut up a moment."

"Ve~ Okay Romano!"

"I decided I can't let you continue walking around-a stupid America by yourself. So I arranged to have myself transfer to your school. I'm coming to live with you and that Govert family." Knowing his own brother, Feliciano could tell that Romano must've had a blushed sprawled across his face.

"Ve~ I am so happy fratello! When are you coming? Oh I can't wait to see you again after so long!" His smile grew at the thought of seeing his dearly beloved brother again.

"Yeah yeah. I'll be coming next Friday. Don't leave me stranded at the airport or else I'll send a shit storm right at you."

"Right right. Ve~ I can't wait to see you!"

"Yeah, okay. See you Feli." and the angrier twin hung up, the dial tone ringing in the other's ear.

Things couldn't get better.

Woo! Foreshadows and lemons and Lovino oh my! Hope you guys liked this update. I promise character relations/development and angst in the next chapter! I'll work and update it whenever I have time so please be patient through this delicate period. Please?

To my lovely reviewers,

You have no idea how much your words mean to me and how much they keep pushing me to continue this fic. Thank you.

To Guest (you know which one you are): Thank you for the compliment. And you'll just have to wait and see how Arthur handles our favorite German and Spaniard. :3

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To .143: I actually had a hard time writing that ending for the last chapter but glad it kept you interested! And you question has been answered! Lovino will be joining us in the near future. A Hetalia fic wouldn't be the same without our fiery little Lovi~.

To NBER1HOBO: Spamano is one of my favorite pairings so adding them was a no-brainer. Still wondering how I am going to cram those two together so it's a secret to myself until I have an epiphany at three in the morning again.

Thank you for reading and sticking with this. I know it's too early in this story to be waiting for and update but I really can't help. Please stay tuned and please please review! It keeps me going day by day. Thank you all for reading! Chao!