Hey everybody this is the last chapter for this requested story

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Well here it is

Tick, tick, tick. The ever repetitive sound of the clock was the only thing that I could focus on as time continued on by. Was time going by faster today? Did Gilbert mess with the clocks again? Dude that wasn't cool I totally needed my education! I briefly tuned into the professors lecture as they flicked through pictures on the slideshow.

-It was on July fourth of 1776 that the United States declared its independence from Great Britain and began the Revolutionary War-

My attention span couldn't hold on for much longer than that. This wasn't the first time that I had heard about the Revolutionary War of the United States. Every US history class covered it of course. Though today, must have been something weird I ate at lunch, it got me thinking. Like, what if America missed England though. Like the citizens of the United States hated those of England and then there was the war of 1812, WWI, WW2. Personally I think it was…well okay so if the countries were people. Like what if America had only revolted against England because he was tired of being his little colony, like a little brother. Not tired of it because he hated England but because he wanted to be seen as his own person. So ya, I guess kind of like a bratty rebellious teenager but he did the heroic thing and left England because he needed to grow stronger on his own so that England didn't suffer all the time by trying to protect him.

Because around that time England was having a lot of money problems worldwide and America was kind of like another burden. But America didn't hate him at all, in fact he felt too much for him and had to leave. Then the first time he really could show how he felt was when Germany began to beat the crap out of him, The London blitz, and America decided he could no longer stand aside and watch his old caretaker get beaten up and swept in to be the hero! Cause he was no longer the little British colony but his own country that was actually in love with England! I couldn't help but shake my head at my own imagination. That was a really wild thought, cool idea, but way out of the ballpark, and right into the hundreds of fans grabbing at it with their desperate hands. Searching for a story that they will probably never be able to truly have. Wow, dude that was like totally deep.

But you know if that was the case then I could totally sympathize with America. It would suck to be able to like somebody who only sees you as a child. I felt an uncomfortable weight in my chest and rubbed at it absent mindedly. That would really suck, because even if that person loved you back it would not be the same way. You know that would really make me upset, I probably would blow up.

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of the clock once again broke into my mind and this time the hands filled me with panic. Dude there was only five more minutes until class was out! Normal excitement was replaced with a way to high amount of nervous. But what did I have to be nervous about? It was only Arthur. I scribbled a mass of circles at the top of paper to avoid tapping the instrument against the desk. It was just detention, he will probably spend the first hour lecturing me about all the things I do wrong in my life and then have me carry large amounts of paper around like his dog. I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders at the thought.

Looking up, I noticed that all of my other classmates were beginning to pack away their items and I followed suit. Then the bell rung, a mass of bodies entered the hall, up two flights of stairs, to the right and three doors down on the left. That left me staring at a golden plaque on the door that read: Student Council. Swallowing I plastered a grin on my face and all but knocked the door off its hinges as I burst in "Artie dude I'm here!" I laughed. To my right sat two couches, one that quickly became a seat for my backpack. To my left were four desks, three of them being stationed to face the largest one at the top. There sat a flustered blonde, gaping at the door that I had just burst through.

"Alfred! To come busting through the door like that!" he nearly stuttered as he lurched to his feet, hands slapping to the desk in anger. "Honestly don't you have the decency to knock or at least enter in like a normal person?!"

"Dude heroes aren't normal people!" I laughed loudly. This was where our arguments started. It was very rare for us to not argue all the time, the exception being early during the totally uncool fight that Gilbert had started.

"Alfred! You need to knock this off! You are about to be an adult-"

"Ha dude" was all I could get in before his volume escalated and I didn't even try speak anymore, I just watched. When Arthur was angry he was the cutest thing ever. His cheeks light up red, those thick eyebrows of his bunched together on his forehead. Always with one hand on his hip and the other up waving a finger at me like nagging at me like some girl. It was kind of amusing as well, as he always had to look up at me due to the fact that he was so tiny for a dude.

"Alfred are you listening to me!" Arthur shouted and I couldn't help but laugh

"Sorry dude, totally zoned out there"

"Why I-" he stammered turning an even darker shade of red as he switched from annoyed to angered embarrassment.

"Dude don't waste your breathe. Can we just get this detention stuff over with so I can go hit the court?"

"You are here to be punished and all you can think out is going to play infernal sport" Arthur gaped at me. It seemed as if was about to go on another tirade but thought better of it. "Honestly! You haven't changed a bit so why should I even bother" he muttered and threw his hands above his head with an air of exasperation. Turning on his heal he all but marched back to his desk and tapped a task of papers on the desk glancing over his shoulder at me. There was a wicked glint in that deep green, and it was no pleasant kind of wicked. "Well Alfred let's get started shall we?"

"Whatever you say dude"

"My name is not dude!"

"Alright take a chill pill Artie"

"My name is Arthur!"

Now let me tell you, any amusement I had felt earlier quickly evaporated as this British jerk had me sit down to perform the most boring tasks. Staple the packet, stamp the packet, and put the packet in an envelope. Stamp the envelope and put in pile. Repeat.

"Ugh this is so boring we have been here for hours can I go home yet" dropping my head to desk I felt like I was going to die of boredom, but hey the top of the desk was cool. It was kind of warm in the room so it was not like I was being lazy. No hero's aren't lazy I was just being resourceful and using the desk to keep up my strength. "Artieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

"Alfred" he snapped "My name is Arthur not Artie. I have been telling you this for years" He scowled at me from around his computer monitor. "And it has not been hours" he sniffed and tapped at the watch on his slender wrist "It has been a mere forty-five minutes"

"What!" jerking up I checked the clock on my cellphone. Sure enough, the stuffy blonde across the way was correct "Dudeeeee"

"Honestly, your work ethic leaves much to be desired" his voice was suddenly a lot closer than it had been mere seconds ago. Suddenly the fogginess' of the room was no longer existent, and I was hyper aware of what was going on around me. The brush of his hip against my shoulder and his hand placed directly next to mine as he leaned over me to scrutinize my work.

"I need to make sure you haven't screwed anything up"

"Uh" swallowing thickly I was aware the small scrunch of his nose, the dip of his eyebrows followed by the slight pursing of his mouth into that perpetually present scowl. I couldn't help but start as he made a noise deep in his throat. Glancing up quickly I nearly hit his forehead with my own and suddenly it was as if my expression had been transferred onto his own. He stared at me with hot cheeks that spread the heat onto his ears, a gorgeous compliment to his eyes of green.

"I" he stammered and quickly looked away, his hand clasping about his mouth and nose as if that would hide everything that was washing over his face in waves. "It seems as if you are doing the job just fine" he stepped back quickly and made haste behind his computer. I could just see blonde, untamable hair sticking up in stray strands over the monitor.

"Arth-"

"We have a lot of work to do Alfred! No time for chatter" he interrupted me with haste, the now awkward silence was only broken by the sound of the keys clicking beneath his quick moving fingers. And then I realize that it wasn't really awkward at all. Silence or time with Arthur was never truly awkward, it was always very comfortable. It had always been comfortable to be with Arthur and it had just taken me 12 years to realize this. I couldn't help the sigh that left my chest as I went back to the monotonous task at hand. It was so freaking boring. "You sure you're alright?"

"Uh" looking up quickly I expected him to be looking at me but he was still hiding behind his monitor.

"The fight? You sure you didn't get yourself busted up too bad?"

"Uh, yeah" laying down the stamp I decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea to take a small break. Resting my chin on my arms seemed like a much more enjoyable activity at the moment. Swallowing the color from my cheeks I stared at the back of the monitor. "You're alright too?" oh my goodness did my voice just break?

"Yes" Arthur suddenly appeared around the monitor his chin propped upon his hand. He looked at me briefly before his eyes flicked back to the screen. "I'm glad you're alright. I was kind of worried when I saw you and Mathew" he murmured clicking the mouse with the hand I couldn't see. When Mathew hit the floor you looked absolutely terrified, kind of reminded me…" he sighed quietly, dropping off as if unsure to continue or not.

"Of that day with the fireworks" I suggested, feeling a surge of delight when he nodded. "Though you did shock me when you busted in all trying to be heroic and stuff" I laughed. However, the delight changed to nervous as he suddenly focused on me with a firm gaze. "All those promises and-"

"Alfred, that day I wasn't joking. I promised that I would not let anything hurt you and that I would take care of you. I wasn't lying Alfred, I don't break my promises"

"I" dude I couldn't say anything! He was so serious that it was embarrassing! The only thing I could do was cover my face in my arms. Not that I was hiding or anything I just needed to think before I acted, the mature thing to do you know?

"Alfred?" Are you sure you're alright?" The amount of concern in his voice shocked me a bit but it was the brush of fingers and a cool palm pressed to my forehead that did it. The next thing I knew I was slamming back into the straight backed wooden chair, my hand locked about his wrist. "Alfred!?" he stared at me, shocked, wincing slightly as I gripped his wrist.

"Ah sorry dude" I let go quickly, rubbing the back of my neck "You just startled me that's all" I muttered.

"Ah…well sorry about that lad" he sighed stepping back, straightening the cuff that I had just messed up. It wasn't the straightening of the sleeve that made me upset, no it was that word! The word 'lad'.

"I'm not a child!" the words were out before I could stop them and I was on my feet with anger "Would you stop calling me that! Just because I am a year younger than you does not mean that I am incompetent".

"Alfred wh-"

"No! Listen to me!" I shouted. "I am tired of you talking to me like that! I am not lad! My name is Alfred! It's Alfred Jones! Just because I am a year younger than you does not make me a child!" within seconds I had pushed myself about the desk and was standing in front of him. "I understand that you used to me see me as a little brother! Especially after the fire! But that was long time ago! I am not that little boy anymore!". Like what if America had only revolted against England because he was tired of being his little colony, like a little brother.

"Al…"

"I know we argue about things, stupid things all the time but that's not cause I'm a little kid-" 'Cause he was no longer the little British colony but his own country that was actually in love with England!'

"Alfred!" Arthur interrupted. Once again his cheeks were bright red "I know that you are not that little boy anymore" he smiled up at me. "Trust me I know that you're not that small child anymore, I know that"

"Uh" Well dude that totally killed my thunder. I felt the anger and energy that was in my chest filter away into nothing. "W-well that's good" I swallowed. Watching a felt a sense of unease and disappointment as he looked over at the stack of work that I had completed.

"Well it seems as if you have gone through all the work I have tasked you to do" he said quickly and looked back at me "Well I think that is all I had for you. So you can go"

"What?" I was floored, that was rather quick and sudden.

"That's all I needed you to do and well it has gotten kind of late" he said looking at his watch once again. "It's been about two hours now, so you can head out" he gave me a polite smile.

"Uh yeah" I said slowly. Walking back I grabbed my backpack, hoisting it over my shoulder. His attention had turned back to the computer yet this time I did not hear the clicking of the keys.

"Well see ya Artie" cracking a smile I moved towards the door. Gripping the door knob I heaved a sigh and my conversation earlier with Bella floated to the top of my mind.

"It's Arthur!" he yelled from behind me. Turning quickly I was quite aware of what I would see. Sure enough he was on his feet, hands upon the desk, red faced and upset.

"Dude" I felt my heart slamming inside of my rib cage "Heroes' tell the truth." I moved forward back into the room. This was it. I couldn't hide anymore, I needed to get his off of my chest and tell him how I felt.

"What does that ha-"

"I like someone" I swallowed.

"Oh" all irritability disappeared from his face and it was replaced with a look that I couldn't put a name to. "Well" he straightened "You need to tell them" he smiled up at me. By now I was standing right in front of him and he had to look up at me. Suddenly it felt as if someone had jacked up the temperature in the room, my palms were sweaty. I was nervous for his next expression.

"I just did"

Hey haha so about the ending

I am entertaining the idea of writing a mini sequel for this, If you are all interested.

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