Short chapter is short. My apologies. AnimeNEXT drawing so close, I'm all over the place.

Disclamer: Bleh. Hetalia no mine.

Warning: The usual for this kind of story.

The season quickly began to change, warm summer days turning to chilly fall nights.

I turned over and cuddled into Arthur's side. The bed was plush under my worn body and Arthur emitted a comforable warmth.

I had slept in his bed that night, a prvilage I had been denied for years.

I had been running a high fever, and Arthur had taken pity on me.

At that moment, I didn't know what I would have done without him, I realized, I needed him. Needed his comfort, his care. I had no means of caring for myself otherwise.

I continued to grow rapidly, something I myself could never explain. I was near a full grown man, rather, teenager, I hadn't the maturity, strength, or capability of a man.

I wrapped my arm around him and I think he was too tired to care- he had been up most of the night taking care of me as I threw feverish fits and heaved with horrible stomach pains.

I inhaled deeply through my nose, smelling the faint aroma of tea and cigarettes- the comfortingsmell of Arthur.

I woke up some point later, when, I don't know. I just know it was light out, and that Arthur was no longer next to me.

I rubbed my eyes, groggy and still dizzy from fevers.

I slowly made my way down the hall and too the kitchen, where Arthur seemed to have left his gentleman persona, because he was screaming and raving at a man in the room.

He seemed startled by Arthur's fowardness, and I vaguely wondered if Arthur was going to punish him for whatever he had done. But, he didn't. And the man left without another word.

I walked into the room as he stepped out, and Arthur immediatly raised his hand to me.

I had been spying.

I flinched back, because I knew I shouldn't have been doing that.

But Arthur thought better of hiself and lowered his hand, afraid I might still be sick.

He ruffled my hair instead, and sent me to go make breakfast. I did so quickly, wanting to make Arthur happy. I hated when he was in such terrible moods.

I placed his plate in front of him with a smile. "Thank you for taking care of me. I love you Arthur."

He smiled at this, but focused more on his breakfast than me, but I was content anyway; happy as long as Arthur was.

Later that day I had gone into town, turning a deaf ear to all of the hushed complaining and talk of taxes. It was none of my concern as long as it was none of Arthur's. Merely talk.

I wanted to give Arthur something extra special before he left for england the next week; so I wondered into his favoite teashop in town with the intent to buy him something wonderful.

I had gone in with exact change- saving money was a difficult task afterall. I picked his favorite tea from the shelf- thrid shelf, left side of the store. Red and blue stripped packaging, third in from the right- and brought the tea to the man selling.

To my surprise I didn't have enough money...the tax had been raised. The kind man gave it to me anyway, the small wrinkles surounding his mouth shifting as his ace twisted into a quiant little smile. He said this was the first and last time, he couldn't afford to be giving out his tea. Not with the taxes so high.

I walked out, proudly holding my bag. Arthur would surely love it...but I couldn't help wondering how taxes ould be raising so much, but I simply banished the thought from my mind. It wasn't my concern.

I stumbled suddenly, nearly tripping over another young man. He had a small sneer on his face, as if he had intended to trip me. He looked...sleezy to say the least. His greasy hair hung limp in a loose ponytail, and his clothes looked as if he had been trampled on. His bruises proved that he had surely been rough-housing (comething Arthur forbide), and his eyes were like his movements- ferral- of a cat.

I seemed to remember him from somewhere. Some time in my past I couldn't collect. A vague notion, something to do with his forgettable face I suppose.

I stormed over to speak with him, but someone had beaten me there.

A very unforgettable face. A strong, pridefully stance so contrast to his ferral like qualities. His eyes bore into your soul and his hair flowed in the wind with a deep excitment and liveliness. He had a step aout him that was daring, if not foolish.

His red eyes and white hair stuck out to me like no other. THe words crisp and new in my mind. "The name's Gilbert." The albino who was most definetly NOT awesome, should anyone have asked me.

They spoke in hushed tones and swiftly Gilbert turned to me, throwing a casual arm over my shoulder, as if we were good friends. Before I could shake him off, I was already in the conversation.

Such a simple sentence. Only one. And I'll always remember it. I'll always remember how the fine lines on that forgettable face softened, and slightly bushy eyebrows rose in both keen interest and shock. How his ferral lips curved to form a perfect smirk. And how the smile became genuine as Gilbert seemed to give him the ok.

One sentence.

"This guy totally wants in on such an awesome plan, kese~"

And though I didn't know it at the time. I was unknowingly to be a part of what would later be known as The Boston Tea Party.