Warning; This story will contain violence, smut, coarse language and homophobic behavior. Please keep in mind that this is all fictional and that the author doesn't approve of such antics. You have been warned. Please keep all this in mind as you read.

Depressing day was depressing... ack. Sorry, in advance.

Arthur felt cornered. Here he was, on the verge of being founded out by his classmate and his mind was drawing a blank; He couldn`t think of any lies to spew or any actions that could clear off the other's suspicion. Laughing almost nervously, he reached up and scratched at the back of his neck nimbly, hoping that he could get out of this with ease.

"Secretive, you say? Are you sure you aren`t just imagining things, Kiku?" He spoke slowly, forcing his words to stay strong against the growing worry and to not tremble under the weight of the feeling. Kiku frowned gently, sighing and offering a shrug.

"Perhapes I am…Shikashi, are you sure nothing`s going on? Y-You can tell me if you want too, I promise not to overreact or judge…" What was that, a pleading look? Arthur groaned mentally, relaxing even further into the stacks of books behind him. To tell or to not tell; he considered the possibility quickly in his head. If he went ahead and did it, that would only help build onto his problems, as it would mean that the chances of Alfred or any other homophobic students finding out would be doubled. And then, soon everyone would know and his 'carefree' days at Le Monde would be over, for the most part…

But it would also help with his anxiety. Yes, Arthur had Francis who knew almost everything about himself, and to add meek, gentle Kiku would probably help him. He'd be more reassured, have more people to talk too and would be able to live with knowing the fact that he was getting support from the sidelines. Sighing a bit under his breath, Arthur finally looked up at Kiku, an almost pained expression coming forth as he met the others gaze.

"Let's say hypothetically that something was happening, what would you do?"

"It depends, of course, on the wide range of variables of the situation. If I could help in anyway, I could; you helped me when I was injured and I thought about this as I was resting back at home. If there was anything you needed help with, I wanted to return your kindness and help as much as I could." Kiku replied quickly, down casting his sight as he thought for a few moments. "I apologize if I'm being too intrusive, Arthur-san. I just worry."

Flushing lightly, the boy cleared his throat and glanced to his side a couple of times. The Asian`s words seemed genuine and Arthur felt like had every right to trust the smaller male. His chest panged and tightened as he opened up his mouth to gulp in a handful of air, not wanting to break within his next sentence.

"K-Kiku…There is something. You see, I-"

A scream bled through into the library, shaking up the students thoughts and pulling them back to reality. With a bit of hesitation, Arthur looked back at Kiku once before sprinting off, calling over his shoulder that 'He wanted to see what was up!' Kiku's mouth hanged open in shock, later turning into a bemused smile. Shaking his head at himself, he shuffled unsteadily down into the entrance of the room, muttering quietly to himself about going to class.

As he ran, the Briton scolded himself silently. Why was he running away, why was he giving up? Kiku was someone he could trust with his secret, yet now he was too late and was already out into the hallway. He swerved around on the spot until he located some chatter further down into the second hallway. He reverted into a light jog, making it just in time to see a girl push against a rather menacing looking boy.

"What the fuck is your problem, asshole?" She practically snarled, flipping her long, blond bangs out of her emerald green eyes. Berwald looked down, his face not slipping out any vialled emotion. Looking back, he took the boys hand in his lightly and lifted up the corners of his lips ever so slightly.

"Hn. Have t`pr`tect m`w`fe." He grunted, his accent clouding over his words as he lifted up the Finn`s hand. Tino blushed brightly, using his free hand to wipe dully at his eyes as he stepped closer to the Swed.

"…Not your wife." He protested half-heartedly, only to smile at the end and give a reassuring squeeze to the taller boy's hand. The two shared a moment as the girl scoffed, tossing her long hair once more and cocking an eyebrow at the group.

"Wow~, I couldn`t even understand an effing word you said." She grumbled; crouching down later to poke at Alfred's face. "Hey…! Al~ Wakey wakey!" She called out, pouting as he remained unconscious. A breathy sigh was heard and everyone turned to look up at the Norwegian, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

"He won`t wake up that easily, jente." He muttered quietly, his monotone like voice barely being carried between the short distance between the small group. The Dane beside him laughed loudly, snickering as he looped an arm casually around the other's shoulders.

"Ja, the Swed can defiantly throw a punch, I'll give 'em that much." He drawled on, leaning onto the Norseman heavily, ignoring the boy's grunts and attempts to push him off. Sighing a bit, Berwald gave one last warning look to the American lying on the ground before dragging his beloved 'wife' away. The group slowly followed after, talking amongst themselves as they passed by Arthur as if he wasn`t even there. Huffing slightly, Arthur walked over and crouched down beside the girl, frowning down at the teen.

"…He really is out, isn`t he?"

"No shit?" The girl scoffed again. Sighing she grabbed onto Alfred's hand and tried to pull him up. "I-I'll totally take him to the nurses office, 'kay?" Arthur raised his eyebrows, stifling a chuckle as the girl continued to struggle, grunting and squealing as she literally started kicking against the ground to move the body. Huffing, she dropped his hand and glared.

"Fucking fatass!" She laughed, wiping his forehead. A chuckle slipped out of Arthur's lips and he quickly moved his arms under the American's torso, lifting and pulling the other to lean on his shoulder. "If you help me, it'll go by faster."

Nodding quickly, the girl went to the other side of the Briton and slipped in under Alfred's shoulder. With another nod, they began to half drag the boy to the nurse's office a few minutes away. Wincing, Arthur tried to keep a steady pace but found it hard as the weight and mere size of the American on top of him was both over-whelming and heavy. Glancing at the girl, he chuckled again when she was nearly panting. Looking over she couldn`t help but smile back at him.

"What in the bloody hell does he eat?" Arthur commented, grunting as he had to re-hoist the other up as he was beginning to slip off his shoulder.

"At least like, ten burgers a day maybe?" She replied, laughing a bit. The Brit joined in with the laughter as the finally entered into the office, thankful that the door was left ajar for them to slip into. The nurse sat at her desk, idly brushing her hair and smiling shyly into her mirror. Feeling as if his legs were going to give way any minute, Arthur cleared his throat, beaming somewhat in greeting at the woman turned around rather fast, her chest wobbling a bit at the action. Yes, she was defiantly gifted when it came to her figure. She gasped, quickly putting back on her headband and jogging towards them.

"What happened here?" She asked, her voice light and loving as she helped direct the trio to a bed, pulling the drapes over for privacy. Grateful that the heavy weight was off his shoulders, the moment Arthur sat Alfred down he sat on the edge, laughing shakily.

"He…Ah, fell down while he was…um, walking up the stairs. Yes, that exactly. He hit his head against the top step and passed out..." He said, turning his head away to make a face at himself. Smooth lie, git.

"Oh, how terrible! I'll go get some wipes to clean up that blood! Be right back!" She said, skipping away as if she had just been called for an award. The Briton looked over at the girl and two laughed quietly once more with each other. She sighed, looking down at Alfred and smacking his head lightly.

"He really is an idiot." With raised eyebrows, Arthur chortled.

"I'm not the only one who thinks that? Brilliant."

"…He always worries me, getting into fights like this."

"I take it that this sort of thing happens often?"

"More than often; Last year it was almost every day."

Frowning, the teen hardly noticed when the nurse came back in, some water and pills in her hands as well as some wipes. She sat them down on the table nearby and was about to get started before she straightened back up. Turning around, she smiled sadly at the two.

"I'm sorry, but only one of you can stay for now. Or it'll be too crowded."

He glanced over at the girl, who shrugged and grinned at the nurse. "No problem, Ms. Katyusha. I'll see you later then…um?" She mumbled, standing back up and looking over at Arthur with a confused look. Clearing his throat once more, he offered a polite smile.

"Arthur Kirkland, Madame." She giggled, arching an eyebrow before waving goodbye.

"I'm like, Emma. I'll see you later, Arthur~"

Waking up, Alfred groaned at the pain in his nose and most of all, the headache pounding against the side of his head. Rolling over, he breathed out heavily, grinning sheepishly as the thought of missing more class came over in his thoughts. It was obvious he was in the nurse's office; snuggling back into his pillow he chuckled.

"No class for me~"

"I beg to differ?"

His eyes opened up as he hastily sat up, only to moan as the rush of black spots sent him spiralling back down to the bed. He heard a chair scrap annoyingly against the floor and suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Peaking an eye open he was shocked to see Arthur standing above him, his eyebrows pulled together and his mouth tugging down with a worried frown. Reaching up, he pinched the others cheek, pulling at it a bit as he smirked.

"What's this? Arthur Kirkland, worried for me? You haven`t gone queer on me, have you?" Scoffing, Arthur slapped his hand away and quickly sat back down on his chair in the corner, lifting up his leg and crossing it over, almost intimidating a gentleman.

"Sod off, will you? I had to keep an eye on you; the nurse had to go deal with someone having a meltdown in the drama department."

"Pfft, seriously? Wish I was there." Alfred chuckled, attempting to sit up once more. Arthur was quick to his side, pushing him back and glaring.

"Oh no you don`t. You have to stay lying down until Ms. Katyusha comes back." He ordered, keeping his hand on the injured teens shoulder as he reached over him and grabbed the cup. Handing it over to the boy's hand, he grabbed the pills and shook them in Alfred's face. "You also have to take one of these. It'll help with the headache."

He eyed the pills carefully, muttering under his breath nonsense as he held out his palm for it. Arthur smiled and uncapped the bottle, spilling out a couple and handing one of them to Alfred. Making a callow like face he shoved the pill into his mouth and gulped down some water before gasping out happily.

"There, satisfied?"

"I'm overcome by pleasure." Arthur retorted back, murmuring as he took the water away. Glancing back down he hesitated before asking, "Alfred, why do you always get into fights?" Surprised by the question, Alfred sat up somewhat in bed, folding his hands together in his lap and silently musing.

"…I don't really know!" He laughed, ending it off awkwardly as Arthur gave him a look. "W-Well, I mean, dude! I have to defend myself against 'em gays."

"No, Alfred… They weren`t doing anything wrong, most of the time you fought with them..." Arthur flinched almost violently as Alfred's face almost instantly turned into a look of pure hatred.

"Tch, what the hell do you know?"

"Not much, to be perfectly honest. However I do know that one day you're going to be so beaten up from these fights you won`t be able to defend yourself…" Alfred gaped, his mouth literally falling open until he looked away, breathing through his nose rather heavily.

"…Fucking lie right there. I'm stronger and a lot smarter than any of those fags. I'll be able to fight them all off, just you watch."

Standing up abruptly, Arthur snapped. He leaned over the other, his knee propped up onto the bed as he grabbed onto the others shirt, making him look into his eyes as he shook the American's shoulders.

"Shut up, just bloody shut up! You're seriously going to cock yourself up one day if you keep this up! You're so bleeding dozy when it comes to others emotions! When are you going to realize that you're digging yourself your own grave, you fucking idiot?"

Alfred's eyes were wide open, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Arthur sat above him, his hold on him loosening as the reality of his words came at him all at once and his expression softened up until it began to show how much he was panicking. He just yelled at Alfred. He just bleeping yelled at Alfred, and somewhat defended all the gay's the boy bullied. He gulped nervously, looking away for a moment and then meeting the others gaze once more. Alfred tilted his head to the side, continuing to try and blink away his confusion.

"What do you mean by that, Artie?"

"…I-I don`t know."

AN: My British insults are kind of rough, as you can see. =3=b W/E, IT'S 4 AM, I DON'T NEED TO CARE. Please review~ 3

Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya