Chapter 8

Arthur and Al had walked down, when they were half way to get to Al's house. There was silence; it wasn't uncomfortable silence, it was peaceful and nice silence. Al looked at the small Brit that was next to him, he notice it was slowly getting dark and the Brit didn't have that much on, and it was getting dark out. Alfred had shrugged off his bomber jacket, and succeeded on not dropping any of Arthur's items. He took Arthurs backpack and put his bomber jacket on Arthur's shoulders. He saw red growing on Arthur's cheek that made his freckles unnoticeable. Then Arthur had looked at Al confusingly.

"Why did you give me your jacket," Arthur asked.

Al blushed and pouted and looked forward, "you looked cold…" Al said and slung Arthur's backpack on his shoulder. Arthur blushed.

"You don't need to carry everything," he stated.

Al shook his head, "you had a long day… and it's going to be a long night considering were going to deal with the 3 bastards,"

Arthur flinched, and sighed, "please stop using such unnecessary words Al…"

Al only hummed and looked behind them, 'I swear that there is something there…' Al thought to himself, and then he turned back face forward, 'must be my imagination.'

"Is there something wrong?" Arthur asked and looked behind him and didn't see anything and then looked back at Al.

Al shook his head, "no… just checking every now and then, you might never know what's coming at you at this time of night," he stated.

Arthur nodded and kept walking. After some time had passed, Arthur looked at Al. The two teens had made it to Al's house; Al unlocked the door and let Arthur to go inside then himself. Arthur grabbed his items and went to Al's room to drop them off. Then he back down stairs and saw Al looking through a case and pulled out a DVD case. Arthur walked up to Al and poked at his shoulder; Al looked behind him and saw Arthur looking at him with curious eyes.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked.

"Picking out a game and movie for everyone, considering you can't watch anything that is scary, the others have to accept comedy," Al answered.

Arthur nodded, "Oh…"

"Hey don't feel bad," Al stated and looked at the Brit, "it's not your fault," he stated and went to the gloomy teen.

"I know…" Arthur said and gave Al a small smile, "you're a good friend to have," Arthur said.

Al had blushed and turned back to the shelf and pulled out a comedy movie. When a few minutes had passed Al had gave a sigh of relief that he had got everything prepared for the sleepover, he and Arthur were already dressed and they both decided to have everyone to sleep in the living room since there wasn't going to be enough room. Arthur and Al had waited on the couch; Al looked at Arthur and looked around.

"So… I heard you're in Home Ec…" Al started off.

Arthur looked at Al and raised an eyebrow and smiled a little, "yeah… I suppose I am… why you ask?" Arthur asked.

Al looked around, "just wondering," Arthur smiled a little.

"Well I can tell you I can make some pretty good cupcakes," Arthur stated proudly.

Al chuckled, "really? I wouldn't have guessed, you could make them here," Al said.

Arthur looked at Al with wide eyes, "really?"

"Yeah sure, want me to show you where everything is?" Al asked.

Arthur nodded eagerly, and followed Al to the kitchen, Al showed where all the stuff is, and then the doorbell had gone off, Al got up and walked to the door. Then he had come face to face with Francis, Yao, and Ivan.

"Evening," Francis said in a tired tone.

"Hey… um yeah just put your stuff in my room and just put down the stuff you need down here, were going to sleep in the living room," Al had directed and moved out of the way for the teenagers. When he watched them go upstairs, Al had went in the kitchen to check on Arthur, when he entered the kitchen he heard some humming.

Al looked at Arthur and notice Arthur was swaying side to side and humming a small happy tune as he stirred the mixture. Al walked towards Arthur and looked inside the bowl; it looked like regular vanilla cupcake or cake batter.

"What are you making?" Al asked.

Arthur looked up and gave a small smile, "cupcakes, cakes take longer to bake," then Arthur stopped stirring, and grabbed a unused utensil and scooped up some batter and gave it Al, "want to try it?" he asked.

Al nodded, "sure, but I'm not really big on sweet things," then Al took the utensil in his mouth and pulled it out leaving the yummy batter in his mouth, when Al swallowed it, he gave a small smile, "it taste good,"

Arthur smiled and nodded, "I never really get to make cupcakes," Arthur confessed and looked at Al, "but I'm glad you like it,"

Al nodded and gave a smirk, then watched Arthur put the each cake batter in cupcake wrappers, and put the pan in the oven. Arthur stepped back and saw Al holding an egg timer and handing it to Arthur.

Arthur smiled slightly and took the timer and twisted it to the right time and placed it on the counter and cleaned the mess. Al pitched in too, it didn't take long just cleaning a few items, plus Arthur had been cleaning alone the way.

As the two were done the left the kitchen and saw the three other teenagers sitting in the living room moving some furniture so there was room for all of them. When everyone had set up their sleeping bags and got settled in. After awhile Yao and Al had settle on playing some video games while the other 3 had watched them. Arthur had got up when he heard the timer go off, and then brought the cupcakes in the living room to share them with his friends. When an hour had passed they started to watch a movie

Arthur began to dose of while sitting up, his head began to dip a little, but he quickly shot his head up.

"Tired already?" Arthur looked to his left and saw Ivan looking at him with a small smile.

"I suppose, today was a tiring day…" Arthur said in a quiet voice. Ivan nodded and looked forward.

"I liked the cupcakes…" Ivan said, and then he chuckled a little.

Arthur smiled, "how are your sisters doing?" he asked.

"Irina is doing fine, still not very emotional, Natalia is still sweet, nothing hasn't really changed over the years…" Ivan said.

Arthur nodded, and tucked his knees to his chest and placed his head on his knees and closed his eyes, as he started to drift again.

When the movie had finished the 4 teenagers yawned, Al turned off the television and walked to turn off some lights so it was dark enough to sleep, but light enough in case someone woke up and needed to get anything. Al walked back to his sleeping bag and then looked at Arthur noticing he was the first to pass out. He got in his blanket and went into a deep slumber.

As morning approached Francis was the first up, he got showered, dressed, didn't even bother brushing his hair, and went and cooked everyone a simple egg and bacon breakfast, but Francis knowing Al he made him 3 eggs and a couple of toast. As the others woke up and took turn taking a shower and putting on their uniforms and ate breakfast. Then walked out of the house with their backpacks and headed to school. As the school bells had rung signaling that the classes were to start soon, the group separated heading to their classes, while Al and Arthur were walking together, Arthur looked at Al confusingly.

"You're going the same way?" Arthur asked, as he glanced over to Al.

Al shrugged and continued to walk, then he stop, Arthur looked back and frowned a little noticing that Al was already at his appropriate class, "see you at lunch?" Al asked. Arthur nodded and smiled a little, things were finally turning around.

As Arthur was walking out of the locker room, since he actually did something physical in the class, so he had to take a shower and had to put on his cover up makeup when nobody was looking. Now he was walking towards the cafeteria and was standing by the entrance of it looking around the large room full of teenagers eating disgusting lunch food. He felt an unpleasant shiver go up his spin as he thought of kids eating the horrid food. He sighed looking around and then looked down, not seeing the people he had grown so close to. He was about to turn around then he had heard someone had called his name, Arthur turned around and saw a tanned hand waving in the air getting his attention, he gave a small smile and gave wave as he walked toward the table full of the familiar teens. As Arthur sat down at the table, Al was on his right and Yao on his left.

"Hello Arthur," Yao said with a smile.

Arthur smiled back, "hello," then sighed.

Al gave a little concern look to the Brit, "you alright?" Al asked. Arthur looked up and gave the tanned American a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry about it; I just came out of gym that's all,"

"Then you must be hungry, non?" Francis asked his one eyebrow raising.

Arthur looked down at the table, he was hungry, but he didn't have money and he won't eat that so called food, he looked back up and gave a small forced smile, "no, don't worry I'm fine, besides your breakfast filled me up, so I'm not that hungry," he heard Al scoff, he looked over and saw Al not looking at him, then Al turned back to him and had a sandwich in his hand and handed it to Arthur, Arthur looked down and blushed a little then looked at Al who had another sandwich in his hand and taking a bite out of it.

"Eat it so we can get out of here," Al said, and then looked slightly behind him, feeling that someone is being watching them, Al turned back and took a bite. Arthur took small bites and sighed knowing that there won't be any meat in it. When he and the group had finished they stood up and took their trash, then went outside.

A purple eyed Italian was watching the group with disgust, "I don't get it…" Feliciano sighed as he poked his homemade pizza. While his brother was next to him eating his pasta happily and next to him glum Spaniard known as Antonio, he had short black hair with parts of his bangs had been dyed white, tanned skin, gray eyes, wearing a white T-shirt, with a black opened vest over the shirt, and dark pants with leather boots. Lovino leaned onto the shoulder of the Spaniard; he looked at Lovino and gave a small grunt to the Italian.

Then the older Italian had looked away from his boyfriend and looked at Feliciano, "what don't you get brother," he asked.

"Why the fucking hell don't they split up?!" Feliciano whispered angrily while pointing at the group that had walked away. "I tried to get rid of that stupid Brit, but yet he still has the guts to go crawling back to that group," he said through his teeth.

Lovino looked at his brother worriedly, "what is with you about that group,"

Feliciano slammed his hands on the table as he stood from his seat. Then grabbed his trash and threw his trash away and walked away from the cafeteria. Kiku and Ludwig, who was the quiet the whole time, slowly stood and followed Feliciano.

Antonio had looked at his small boyfriend and rolled his eyes, "don't know why you hang out with the spoiled brat," he stated.

Lovino lightly hit Antonio on the chest, "quiet, he's not spoiled… he barely get's the attention, so I think he's just doing this for attention," Lovino had thought out loud.

Antonio just shrugged, "maybe he's jealous?" he asked.

Lovino looked at his boyfriend, "I don't know, he barely talks to me…" Lovino had sighed and laid his head on Antonio's shoulder, "why does he have to be so complicated?" he moaned.

Antonio nervously rubbed Lovino, obvious not use to an upset Lovino. When he calmed down they stood.

"Do you want to see Gilbert and maybe Francis if he is willingly to leave the group to hang with us," Antonio had asked.

Lovino sighed happily and nodded, "okay… let's hope none of your friends are in a depressing mood," Lovino had stated.

Antonio chuckled a bit, "yeah… but highly doubt they'll be happy," he said as his slung his arm around Lovino's shoulder, Lovino had smiled and leaned into the touch. Then they walked out of the cafeteria.

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