Chapter 3

Arthur's eyes scanned the person in front of him. Dark brown hair with sun glasses placed on top of his head, wearing the same uniform as Arthur, tanned skin, and red piercing eyes looking straight right at him. Arthur looked at the floor taken more interest into it then boy in front of him. All of a sudden he felt something on hair wet, but more like a hand touching his hair. He looked up and saw the teenage boy with a wet paper towel; wiping his hair with it. Arthur stood there waiting for him to finish, not daring to move. The boy had threw the dirty paper towel in the trash; got a new one and then had started wiping Arthur's cover up makeup off. Once he had finished he threw the last paper towel in the metal trash can and walked out the bathroom.

"Better hurry up," he called out behind him, "don't want to be late for the last class," then he walked out of the restroom leaving a flustered Arthur behind.

Arthur just stared at the exit, 'what just happened?' Arthur thought. He looked at the mirror in front of him and saw his horrible freckles. He despised them so much; they were just brown dots that had been painted on your skin and stayed there permanently. He sighed then walked out of the bathroom, keeping his head down on the way to class so no one would see the freckles plastered on his face. Once class was finished he had waited until the hallways had quieted down a bit. He got straight up, wished the teacher a good day, and heading to the front doors of the school. Once he had walked out of the doors, then he felt himself being pushed down on the concrete pavement.

He looked with a glare, and then it had faded at the sight. He saw a smirking Italian with his small posse. Feliciano had looked down on Arthur while smirking with his small group, Lovino, Honda, and Ludwig. Arthur sighed and looked up to the group of five.

"What do you want Feliciano? I'm running late," Arthur stated.

Then Italian snickered, "you know what I want," Feliciano had started, "but, you know what happens if you get back with that group,"

"Yes I know," Arthur lowered his voice and looked down.

"Good, because if you do, there will be punishment," Feliciano smirked then waved his hand signaling his group to leave, "don't you ever let me see you with that New Jersey freak again, understand?"

Arthur nodded and watched as Feliciano had left. When the Italian teenager was out of view, Arthur got up and had cautiously walked toward his home.

Once he had made to his house he heard shouting in the house. He sighed, "she must be drunk… again," Arthur mumbled to himself. Then he had let himself in the house only to be greeted by yelling and a bottle that had been thrown at him. Arthur quickly dodged the glass object that had shattered on the wall, and then saw the figure walked towards him.

"Where have ya been, my sweet," Arthur's mother had slurred, as she walked had closer to Arthur with an evil smirk on her face.

"M-Mum?" Arthur asked.

"Shut up you piece of ungrateful shit!" she yelled making Arthur jump, causing him to look at his mother with terrified blue eyes. "I told you to come home when school is out and here you are at 4 bloody 30!"

"I-I'm sorry," Arthur said in a quiet voice, avoiding eye contact.

"Look at me damn it!" Arthur quickly looked at her seeing her pinkish violet eyes staring down at him with full hatred , she made a 'tsk' noise, "you look like your bloody farther, a fucking disgrace in my opinion," she then slapped Arthur leaving a red hand print on his cheek, Arthur gingerly cupped his cheek and looked at her with moistened eyes. "Get the bloody fuck out of my sight little shit,"

Arthur ran past her and to his room. Arthur quickly shut his door and locking it. He slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor with his knees close to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs. Not only the school hates him, but his mother's drunken side hates him also. Sure he hates all the students that bully him, but he can't possibly hate his mother, he understood why she started drinking, his father had left them for a woman, when he was in visiting Germany. Now Arthur and his mother were stuck in America not being able to go back to his home England due to the money trouble they were having recently, and that's where his mother started to have a drinking habit.

Arthur had pulled his knees closer to his chest, 'why does my life have to be so difficult?' he thought bitterly to himself. Then felt a tear fell down his cheek then another after more had fell. Then he realized that he was silently crying to himself, and having no one there to comfort him. He wanted to be loved, have students as his friends, have his mother to smile at him and not come home with her drunk and hurt him every time. But it was his daily routine. Going to school, getting bullied, coming home late, and getting beaten by his mother.

Arthur got up weakly, whipped his eyes. He had gone to his window to open and pocked his head out of the window feeling the warm breeze blowing on his face. He looked at the sky full of various colors of the light blue, red orange, orange, and yellow. He smiled a little, it wasn't a full smile, but he felt at peace for once. That's until he heard shouting from his mother, she was shouting to no one in particular, but it still scared him senseless imagining his mother knocking down the door and beating till he either passes out or when she got tired of him. Arthur had put his elbows on the windowsill and put his head in his hands and relaxed, and he was unaware of the bunch of eyes watching him.

It was a group of 5, Francis, Matt, Ivan, Yao, and Al. They had been following him, worrying for him. Also figuring out why the Brit stopped talking and hanging out with them, they were hiding behind a bush that covered the 5 of them. It was all quite between all of them until Francis had sighed. They all turned and looked at him.

Francis had an irritated look on his face, "why don't we just ask him what's up, instead of looking like a bunch of stalkers," he said plainly.

"But," Yao started off, "we already tried walking up to him," Yao frowned slightly.

"Also, he won't talk to us," Matt added quickly.

"He always avoids us too," Ivan finished.

Then Al had nodded making every ones point.

Francis sighed, then pulled out his phone, "I have to go, it's getting close to dinner," he got up and looked at the window noticing Arthur wasn't there anymore, then he looked at the group below him, and started to walk to his home, "call me when you figure out to talk to Arthur instead of being a bunch of stalkers," he called back, "honestly I think I'm probably the most mature one out of all of them," he mumble to himself. He tried to act like he didn't care; he didn't want to look like some kind of creepy emotional guy that will cry over anything or be over dramatic, just for his reputation sake, but he always liked the Brit. Before he came alone, Alfred and Matt always ended up fighting, Yao will be depressed, Ivan will try and bully the younger kids, and Francis will just stay at the sidelines and watch everything fall apart in front of him. Now that he and the others had meet Arthur, it's like a splash of color had came into their lives because of how he smiled, but the start of 7th grade everything changed, he started to smile less and he would stop seeing them.

Francis sighed as he walked to his front door and let himself through the door.

Arthur was lying in bed finishing up his last piece of his homework; he smiled as he finished the last question of his worksheet. He put it in his folder then put the folder back into the bag that was beside his bed. Arthur had got up and started to undress and put on his pajamas, just a plain white T-shirt and simple sleep pants. He had unlocked his door and pocked his head out of crack and saw his mother passed out on the couch. He quietly got out of his room and head to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Then he had walked back to his room and closed the door quietly and locked it just in case, and then he had walked to his bed and pulled the covers as he lay down he pulled the covers over him and sighed happily as he let himself fall into the wonders of dreamland.

OMG :c I'm so sorry this took so long

School means homework, homework means less writing time .-.

Plus I've been sick for god who knows how long! D:

Then yeah that's it… c:

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