UPDATE!: I will be uploading the next chapter on Christmas. 17/12/2013

Arthur thought for a moment. He had two options:

1. Run in there like a lunatic and smash all their skulls in. or,

2. Go back and find Alfred. It may be his last chance before Alfred finished what he was doing and left.

As much as he would have loved to have done option 1, option 2 was the obvious answer.

He ran back down the hall to where he saw Alfred. Considering the way the boy just ran away from him it was unsurprising that he wasn't there, but how would he find him? Looking down to the load of shuffled papers in his hand, he had an idea. Alfred would have to come back for them at some point, since it was his last day to hand them in. A small smirk slid across Arthur's face as he threw the papers in the air, quickly ducking around the corner out of sight. A few minute's passed before Alfred came. Arthur waited, watching him as he looked around to make sure he was alone before bending down to pick up the scuffled papers off of the floor. He slowly walked up to him as he did before, making sure his footsteps were almost nonexistent on the hard wooden floor.

"Alfred,"

Alfred jumped, scuttling off the ground and running back in the other direction like a scared pigeon. Arthur sighed, he should have seen that coming. A strange sense of déjà vu swept over him as he began to chase the startled blonde. Alfred tried his best to out-run him, throwing tables and whatever was in the hallway in front of him in an attempt to slow him down, but Arthur wouldn't be thrown off, he dodged through them as well as he could, chasing him up until the moment he came to a dead end and ran in to a dark unlit room. All the while he was too focused on catching his lover to realize how foolish this was.

Alfred stumbled to a halt as he realised he had no escape. There were no doors, no windows, nowhere to run. As he saw Arthur approaching from behind, he scrambled into the corner, pushing his back into it like he thought he could just pass though the wall.

"Stop, Alfred!" Arthur huffed, trying to catch his breath.

Alfred stared up at him, breathing heavily and shaking as he came nearer and pinned him to the wall. As Alfred struggled, Arthurs grip got tighter. This couldn't be happening! What if France found out?

Maybe Alfred could try reasoning with him. "Come on dude, you have to let me go, you don't!-"

"Alfred stop! I know about the bloody pictures!"

Alfred froze, mouth gaping open as his mind registered what Arthur said. He sprung forward hugging the Brit tightly around the waist. Arthur wrapped his arms around him and gently pushed his fingers into Alfred's hair, comfortingly stroking it as he felt him shake slightly. With a slow move he griped his chin, tenderly pulling it up so there eyes would meet. Alfred had a few tears running down his face. Arthur gritted his teeth angrily at the sight of the tears. Francis was a dead man.

"Arthur, I… I'm sorr-"

"Alfred, it's fine, I know why you did it."

He gripped Alfred's shoulders and pushed a gap between them, a serious glare settled on his face. "I'm not mad at you, but Alfred, you should never let someone blackmail you like that. You should have come to me!"

"But, I-I thought if those pictures got out then you would blame me and be angry!"

Arthur released a frustrated sigh.

"Alfred, I wouldn't care if they got out if the only other option was never being able to see you again!"

Taking the younger nations chin back into his hand, he pulled him in for a short, sweet kiss, keeping their faces close as their lips parted.

"Nothing is worth that."

Arthur lightly wiped away one of the tears that had made its way down Alfred's face as he sat him down on a nearby table.

"Wait here. Don't move, I'll be right back, okay?"

Alfred nodded with a weak smile, giving him permission to leave and agreeing to stay put.

He swept his hand through Alfred's hair before slowly walking away, looking back at him for a brief moment as he reached the door. Arthur stepped back out into the hall, his pace speeding up as he recalled every word of the overheard conversatin, but he stopped in his tracks as he saw a certain Spaniard out in the hall way, alone.

"…Antonio"

He turned to him, his usual smile on his face.

"Britain, how are you?"

Arthur stepped forward, winding him with a sudden punch to the stomach. Spain glared up at him as he curled over in pain.

"You already know how the fuck I am, Spain. Bastard!" Arthur smirked at him. "you're lucky I don't have time to deal with you." He kicked him against the wall, the blow to his head knocking him unconscious. Arthur walked to the door where he could hear the others still talking.

Arthur's fist struck Francis's cheek as he sprung into the room like a mad man, hitting him to the ground. The Frenchman looked up at him shocked by the sudden attack, a large bruise quickly forming on the side of his face. Arthur stepped forward to kick him while he was on the floor, but instead turned around as he heard someone behind him. He threw another punch, this time into the Prussian's face, lifting his knee into his crouch while he was distracted by the pain from his previous punch. It was a low blow, but Arthur felt it was deserved after what they'd just done. The white haired man fell to the floor, leaving Arthur to turn his attention back to France, who had made his way back onto his feet.

"An- Angleterre, what are you doing?! What's wrong?!"

He growled, punching him again, this time cutting open his mouth and quickly rammed his hand up against his throat pinning him to the wall as he stumbled backwards.

"Don't act dumb! You know exactly what's wrong, frog!" he spat. His grip growing tighter around the struggling man's neck. "Now, you have three fucking seconds to give me one bloody reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!"

"Bu-But angleterre!-"

"THREE!" His nails dug deeper into his flesh almost making him bleed.

"S'il vous plaît, ce n'était pas de ma faute! I-c'était la Prusse! Tout était son idée!" Francis choked forgetting the ability to speak English in his current state of shock.

"Don't try to pass the blame! I heard every word you pathetic wanker!"
Francis's body seized up. Arthur's eyes had the eerie green glow to them, and something he hadn't seen in a long time.

"TWO!"

"N-non, je-je suis désolé ... Pourquoi êtes-vous tout à coup si fort?!"

"ONE!-"

"STOP!"

S'il vous plaît, ce n'était pas de ma faute! I-c'était la Prusse! Tout était son idée - Please, it was not my fault! I-it was Prussia! Everything was his idea

N-non, je-je suis désolé ... Pourquoi êtes-vous tout à coup si fort?! - N-no, I-I'm sorry ... Why are you suddenly so strong?!

Sorry for the long wait guy's, this was originally going to be uploaded on my birthday on the 13th but it's a little late, anyway hope you enjoyed please follow and REVIEW and the next chapter should hopefully be up soon.

QUESTION: I kind of wanted to know what kind of thing you wan't to see in the next chapter, so leave that in the review.

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And thanks to my editor: Casey Hence

18/11/2013