A/N: There's gonna be a few more chapters. Around 7 more; I'll stop around 20-21 ish.

"Yo Kirkland!" Alfred jogs over to Arthurs' lunch table with a large smile on his face.

"What on earth could you possible want Alfred?"

"I just wanted to sit with ya at lunch." He plops down in the seat next to Arthur, blocking his view from Alfreds' usual table.

"Are you sure that's all?" He leans back to see around but is again blocked by the view of Alfreds' goofy grin. "Wanker." A small blush creeps up his cheeks. "I'm going to toss my lunch away. It wasn't cooked right." He picks up a perfectly cooked ham and cheese sandwich and makes a scowl at it.

"It's cooked perfectly fine dude."

"No it's now." He obviously doesn't know anything about cooking. "I will be right back." He picks up his tray of food and walks over to the trash can.

"Yo faggot! Ya know Alfred doesn't like you right? He's just bein' nice and actually hates ya." The football players guffaw at each other and dump Arthurs' half-eaten lunch on him. "And don't walk by our table again fairy."

"Stupid bastards." Right as he says this, Arthur connects his fist with the football players' face.

"Why you little- I'll get you for that!" Gilbert and Berwald pull Arthur away before anyone could notice the commotion and dragged him into the nearest boy's restroom.

"Let me go!" He tries to kick himself loose of the two athlete's grips. Why the hell do they always find a reason to pick on me? Arthur sighs and elbows Gilbert in the face and breaks away from Berwald. "Stupid bastards!" He slips past them but runs into a large body.

"You are now going anywhere little angel. Your papa Michael will take care of you now." He tightly grips the Brit's arm, not letting him escape no matter what. "Now don't struggle faggot boy." The calm smile on the senior's face sent chills down Arthur's spine.

"Lemme go you assholes!" He tries to pull his arm away; only causing it more pain than it's already in. "Let. Me. The. Fuck. Go!" He rips his arm away and falls backwards, hitting his head on the floor.

"Well I guess he got hurt. This makes it easier for us."

Arthur is picked up off the floor and is set on the sink as his vision goes from blurred to black.

~Time Skip~

"-thur… Arthur… Arthur! Arthur wake up!" He feels a light shaking on his shoulders.

He opens his eyes slowly and sees a pair of sky blue eyes above him. "Al-fred? Why are you 'ere?" He tries to sit up but feels a deep pain spread through his body and falls back down. "What happened?" He looks down at his arms and sees them covered in dirt and bruises.

"I went looking for you after lunch when you didn't come back to the table. I nearly got detention until I told Mr. Long that I was looking for you since you didn't show up to class. He gave me a pass and let me go. I found you in the ditch by the football field covered in dirt, bruises, and stripped to your underwear, so I decided just to brink you to my house."

Arthur blinks at the taller teen and sighs, staring at the ceiling. "This isn't the worst I've had been beat up. But it's the worst at this school. I don't really care though…" he closes his eyes and a small tear runs down his cheek.

Alfred grabs his hand and squeezes it gently, "I'm still here Arthur, and I'll try and protect you from now one." He places his forehead against Arthur's and smiles, "just promise me one thing."

"What would that be?"

"Don't ever leave my side" He places a light kiss on Arthur's lips.

A/N: Really short chapter, Sowwy. I was working on my project and lost track of time. I will try and make it longer tomorrow though. R & R dudes!