I don't own Hetalia. Hidekaz Himaruya does.

WARNING: France tries something, and Arthur is VERY tsundere in this chapter!

45 minutes after Alfred left, Arthur was finished unpacking, and wanted to go explore- without being led around by that loud american. He walked out the door, being as quiet as possible, just in case Alfred was around. He wasn't.

Arthur walked down the corridor, hands hanging from his pockets by his thumbs, green eyes taking everything in. The large hallways were completely deserted. 'Why is everyone gone? Last time I was here, there were mobs of people...' Arthur wondered. Not that he minded it being empty- he hated being the center of attention.

He walked outside, past the open doors belonging to the dormitory, relishing the frigid air. While he was wondering where to go first, he remembered the garden that his window over-looked, secluded from the rest of the world by a barrier of trees. His intrest was piqued, and he wlked back to the dorms. From there, he easily found the lage garden, full of flowers and vegitables. He saw a bench, next to a rose bush. He didn't like rose bushes, he never had, for some unknown reason, but the bench looked so inviting, so he sat down, against his gut feeling.

Before long, the serenity of it all started to lull him to sleep, making his eyes droop...

When he woke up, content and calmed, three figures were arguing a little bit away. One man had shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes, another had brown hair and green eyes, and the last one had white hair, although he looked like a teenager, and red eyes. The one with green eyes suddenly pointed at him and yelled out, "Francis, Gilbert, look! He's awake!"

"Ohonhonhon, I was 'oping zhat 'e would 'ae up soon~ It's no fun if 'e's sleeping~" the one with blonde hair chuckled. 'Why am I so unnerved?' Arthur questioned himself. His eyes narrowed, and he tried to get up; he didn't want to stay here, anymore.

He didn't expect the blond boy's hand to reach out and push him back down.

"Oi! Don't touch me, you bloody frog!" he yelled.

"Non, I 'on't 'hink I 'ill.." he grinned, then sat down... On Arthur.

Not expecting this, either, Arthur froze. Francis' face was inches away from his own, and getting closer. Eyes half-lidded, Francis stopped, centimeters from his lips; he licked his own, then crashed their two mouths together, hands placing themselves on Arthur's thighs.

Arthur stood up, pushing Francis off of him. "What the bloody Hell? You revolting rapist! Touch me again and I'll kill you!"

Francis wiped his mouth off- saliva had trailed down his chin. He signalled to his friends; they moved in behind Arthur and grabbed his arms. Francis stood up and put a finger under Arthur's chin. "Zhat 'asn't 'ery nice..." he complained. He snatched Arthur's hands from his friends and held them up above the brit's head, pulling him up off the ground.

Arthur had to keep himself from hyperventilating- this was too simillar to the last time; he forced himself to calm down, then kicked Francis in the place where the sun doesn't shine. Francis doubled over, releasing Arthur from his grasp. He took the oppertunity to knee him in the face, then reached into his pants and gripped something cold and slick.

Arthur pulled the gun out of his pants, flipping the safety switch off and aiming it at Francis' head. "Bastard, touch me again, I dareyou."

Francis slowly rose from his feeble position, hands up. "Antonio, Gilbert, 'et over 'ere. 'e 'on't 'ant 'im to 'ill me, do 'e?"

His friends went behind him, their hands up as well. "If you ever touch me again, I will kill you three. Do you understand?"

They nodded their heads, terrified that England would change so much as to actually pull a gun. Before he would threaten, maybe cast a spell or two, but he would never actually try to kill them!

Arthur nodded, pleased, and began backing away, gun still pointed at Francis. Like Hell he was going to turn his back on those wankers! When he reached the dorms, no sign of the three, he flipped the safety on his gun on, then put it back, in the only place where people wouldn't ask about a buldge; skinny jeans naturally created those creases, perfect places to hide stuff! Don't judge him.

Arthur turned around, expecting to see an empty hallway because of the lack of noise. He came face-to-face with Alfred, the boy holding a burger and a soda, a dumbfounded look on his face. "Dude..." he began, "Why were you holding a gun?"

Arthur blushed, ignoring the nick-name. Did he see where he put it? Crap. He pushed past his roommate, hair covering his eyes, hoping that Alfred would just drop it.

But Alfred followed Arthur to their dorm. Once inside, he shut the door, and started asking questions, "So, why were you armed?"

"I'm not talking about it, Alfred." Arthur grumbled. He looked at the clock- how was it only 10:05?

America pouted. "Why not?"

"Because it's none of your buisness, you bloody wanker!" Arthur defended.

"And why is that? You can always tell your hero-"

"SHUT UP!" England screeched. "What is with your obsession of calling yourself a hero? You are not my hero! I literally met you three hours ago!"

Alfred seemed to want to cry. "B-but... S-so?" he grinned, the years of practice wearing off- he could fake a good mood. "I don't have to know you for very long. It's just something you... Feel. I want to protect you, Arthur!"

"Yeah? Well you've done a crappy job so far, you twit."

"But why? If you tell me, I can protect you!"

"I don't want you to protect me! Stay away from me!"

"Sorry, dude! Can't do that. What kind of hero doesn't help their damsal?"

Arthur glowered. "Call me a girl again and I will hurt you."

That night, while America was sleeping, Arthur pulled out a large book, half-full because of all the years he had written in it. He opened to a new page, pulled a pen out and wrote:

Augest 14 , 11:08

Today some idiot ran into Oliver's car, and someone else had to pick me up and take me to Gauken AU. It turns out that the boy who picked me up is my new roommate. His name is Alfred, and he's very loud. He doesn't know about personal space, and he won't stop calling himself my hero! He isn't my hero- I still don't have one... Not after him... If there really were such things as heroes, one should've helped me that day, dammit! Why wouldn't they? What did I do to them?

...Anyway, three people tried to sexually harrass me earlier. I was forced to pull my gun out and threaten them. Luckily, no one died. I hope I don't see them again... But I probably will, since the school only has like 200 people enrolled in it.

...

I'm scared. If today was my first day and someone already tried something, how long will it be until someone succeeds? Not long, if they tell everyone that I have a gun. Now everyone will know what to expect when they oppose me.

Alfred tried to get me to tell him what happened, since he wasn't there, but I couldn't tell him. I'm afraid that I'm being awfully rude to everyone, but my body and voice react on their own, and they do it quite a bit quicker than my mind can. Something about Alfred reminds me of someone, and I cant quite put my toungue on it. Something he does remind me of? I don't know why, but he reminds me of the American Revolution.

Arthur stopped, painful memories flooding his mind. Why didn't an angel appear on that day? An angel, a hero, someone who had just called the cops, anyone? No one came. Arthur stood up and walked to the window, claustrophobia clogging his senses, giving him a head-ache.

So yeah! Lots of cussing in this one... Sorry! But England is tsundere! And what happened all those years ago? I'm just kidding, I already know~ Comment and favorite!

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