Days went by and Arthur found himself at the therapist's office again. Arthur didn't want to be here, mainly because he was bringing up his past in England. If there was one thing Arthur hated more than anything it was bringing up the past. He hated it with every fiber of his being and will forever hate it until the day he died. There were some days he didn't mind too much but when it was something painful like the night he was raped then he would mind. But he was doing this to get to the root of his problems and he couldn't back out now.

Arthur's name was called and he went into the office. He sat down layed down on the bed in the office and was faced with the ceiling again. *sigh* Better get this over with... Arthur bitterly thought as Tino came in quickly finishing something he was eating.

"I'm sorry I took too long! My friend made a danish and wouldn't let me go until I took one. Ready to start?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." Tino straightened himself out and looked professional as he grabbed his notebook. He grabbed his box of tissues and put them on the floor next to his foot as he began to write some stuff down. When he finished he looked at Arthur.

"I figured that since we started with your childhood we should continue there. Now, what age were you when you were raped?" Arthur stared at Tino. Really? Starting with the most horrific periods in his life!

"You want to ask me that? How old I was when I was raped?"

"I believe it will be beneficial to the therapy. It will help get in touch with your alcoholism and inner anger from that. Now please answer my question."

"Tch! Fine. I was seven years old when I was raped. I thought that was the only time he'd let a man take me but, sadly, there were other times."

"Wait... There other times after?"

"Yes. After Daddy found out how many pounds I raked in after he and Mummy let that man take me, he started to whore me out with my mother. We would sleep during the day and at night we'd go out and see who would want us."

"How did it make you feel?"

"I felt dirty... I felt like a ghost... I felt like a sex doll... I felt like I wanted to die..." Meanwhile I just want to die from talking about this... Arthur thought as he started to get close to crying. He hated this. He really hated this. It made Arthur feel pissed off to talk about this. Nothing would make Arthur happier than punching Tino in the face and walking out of the office and never coming back but obviously Arthur has been trying to be a better gentleman and as such he didn't want to be violent with anyone.

"Did it make you angry?"

"Of course it did. I was angry that my parents were letting this happen. I was angry that I was being raped so many times. I was angry that no one was doing anything. Every night when I wasn't needed anymore I would pray that someone or something will take me away from this life. And yet, nothing came." A tear fell out of the Brit's eye. The memory of his childhood misery still played in his mind like an endless horror movie that seemed to never end and it only got worse and worse and worse with each agonizingly painful day that passed. Arthur wiped his eye and swallowed the lump his had in his throat.

"I basically wanted to give up on life. I felt like just taking my life. My parents wouldn't have missed me too much I'm sure."

"Why would you go and do that for?"

"I was finished. As my father said the only good I was doing him was spreading my legs and laying on my back like a good boy."

"Did you ever want to leave? I mean, if I were ever in your situation then I would get my ass outta there." Arthur chuckled at the way the therapist's sentence was phrased.

"Of course I wanted to leave. I hated it there. I wanted to make something out of myself and what my father made me do wasn't me, hell, it was never me in the first place! I remember sneaking away. They were gone doing some errands and I figured that it was my chance to leave. So I slipped away. For that day I felt like I was free. There was no master holding me by a tight leash. No one to make me feel like I wanted to die. I was finally happy. Until Daddy found me."

"What happened when your father found you?"

"He dragged me back to that hellhole by my hair. He said that I was to never leave him again. I made him so much money and he'd be damned if he lost me. He also said that the only way he'd lose me is death. Nothing but death could keep him from his money. It made me feel like all I was for him was a meal ticket. I tried to get away again but then Daddy punched me and said that he'd teach me a lesson. He took his belt off, pushed me down, tied my wrists up. He said that this was my punishment for disobedience and then he... Well, I think what happened next goes without saying." Tino wrote it down. Though the words were never said Tino knew what he meant.

"What happened after that? Did your mother find out?"

"She found out. I told her what happened and she cursed my father out. She said that he'd stoop that low and she wasn't going to have it happen ever again. Making whores out of herself and her youngest child was one thing but going as far as to do that to me was another. Mummy may have neglected me and beat me sometimes but I'll admit there were times she cared for me."

"Did she try to take you and leave?"

"Yea. She tried but she couldn't get us away. He'd always end up finding us and the results were never that pretty. I remember one time it got so bad that I stole some of the money and went out on my own. Some guys were doing drugs and I decided why the hell not."

"So prior to the alcohol you did some experimenting with drugs?"

"A small chapter of my fucked up life I'm not exactly proud of but yea. I shot up a little heroin, smoked some marijuana, took a little ecstasy, sniffed cocaine, I even did a couple of prescription pills."

"Did you ever get addicted to any of these drugs?"

"I got addicted to the ecstasy. Made it easy when it came to the clients. I'd always pop one before the client would take me." Tino scribbled down more notes and then checked the time. It was almost time for Arthur to go. He wanted to tell Arthur about his younger brother but he thought that now wasn't the right time to say anything. Instead he decided to ask one more question.

"So Arthur, about your brothers. Where were they in all of this? Did they ever know about what your father was doing?"

Arthur shook his head. "No. They never knew. As soon as each one of them were old enough they left and I never saw them again. When my estranged husband and I were trying to figure out where to live when we married I thought about us living in England or Scotland or Ireland and even Wales. If we lived in England then I'd run into my father again and there'd be no escape for me. If we lived in Ireland or Scotland or Wales I'd have to deal with my brothers who live there and so we settled on America."

"Ok, I think we made some more progress today. I will see you next week." Arthur got up and left without a word. Tino said and looked at his notes for Arthur. So much sadness surrounded his life. So much pain. So much hurt.

Arthur was happy to leave the office. The atmosphere made him uncomfortable and it suffocated him terribly. As he drove he noticed he was coming up on the bar he used to frequent. He thought about going in and saying a quick hi to the guys but then he'd get the urge and start to drink. On one hand it would be good to see the guys again but on the other hand he'd go back on everything so far. Screw it! That Finnish therapist was annoying as hell! He angrily thought as he went into the bar.

When he went inside he saw Yao in his usual seat crying into another beer and saying a bunch of stuff that got slurred. Arthur facepamled and sat down next to his buddy and didn't order anything. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and he looked up.

"Hey Yao."

"Nihao aru... What are you doing here?"

"I came in to say hi and maybe have a pint then sleep it off in the back but the question is why the hell are you in here? I thought you'd be trying to fight for visitation rights to your kids or trying to find some odd jobs."

"I was doing that before I came here. I went to the house and I got to talk to her. She said that I had rights but she wasn't going to let me see them. I asked why and she said that I was a wimp. She reminded me that I didn't have enough balls to try and divorce her when things weren't going to good. She said that the kids were better off without me in their lives. How could she do that to me?"

"I don't know. She must have real problems if all she wants to do is cause you misery. Let's stop thinking about this and go home okay?" Yao drank his beer and took Arthur's hand. As they were driving Yao looked out the window and silently thought about his life. His ex-wife caused him pain and misery. His kids basically denied him as their father. He got kicked out of his apartment. He lost his job. In summary, Yao's life sucked.

Arthur couldn't help but feel sorry for his friend. When he first met Yao he had little to no problems until the divorce. He'd never seen Yao so sad or broken down. Until last month Arthur never really knew what happened during the process. All he had known was that with each passing day in the divorce Yao had been more depressed everytime he looked at him. As if something was sucking way the life in him.

They reached the house and Arthur had to carry Yao inside since the man had no motivation to walk. As Arthur carried him he noticed that the Chinese man stank of liquor and cigarette smoke leaving Arthur astonished that the bar still allowed people to smoke in it. The British man carried Yao up to the bathroom and started up the bath. As the water started to warm and fill the tub he deicded to undress his friend. When he moved close Yao's instincts took over and he backed away.

"W-What do you think you're doing aru?"

"Undressing you so you can get in the tub."

"No! I'll do it myself." Yao took his clothes off in front of Arthur feeling like a cheap piece of meat. Arthur had to admit something. Something he would never say out loud to the Asian but Yao had such a feminine frame and no one would have guessed with the clothes he wears. Yao slowly and cautiously walked over to the tub which seemed strange to Arthur since he'd been living here for a few months. Arthur watched his friend go to the tub and when he saw the other man's back, he knew why his friend was a bit jumpy.

On Yao's back were scars. There were little ones and medium sized ones but the thing that took Arthur was the long scar on his back. It went from his left shoulder althe was diagnally to his right hip. Seeing the scar made Arthur wonder. He wondered about Yao's home life prior to his marriage with his ex and he wondered if that's as bad as his own father could have gotten with him when he still lived in England. Before he knew it and almost automatically his hand reached out to touch the scar but Yao swatted it away.

"Please don't touch it..." The brown-eyed man weakly pleaded as he went into the tub and turned the taps off. Yao soaked there for a good minute before Arthur said something.

"How did you get those scars?"

"I don't want to talk about it!"

"Please! I just want to know how those scars got there. You've been my drinking buddy and friend for a while now and I've helped you out. I comforted you during the divorce and I opened up my home to you whe you lost your job and apartment. Hell I even told you shit about my life even some of the darkest parts I wish I could forget. We've been able to tell each other any and every little thing over the years so I think I should at least have my curiosity humored."

"Fine. If you want to know about the scar then I'll tell you. It was when Lin and I were first married and it was a little while after we had our first born son, Li Xiao. She wanted to go out with her friends for the night because all she had done was stay at home with him since he'd been born. She stayed out for a while and late into the night after Li Xiao had fallen asleep. I was so worried about her that I stayed up. Lin came home smelling like liquor and I think a bit of opium. She was being loud and I tried to shush her so that the baby wouldn't hear her and wake up but she wouldn't listen.

"I told her to sleep everything off on the couch while I went to sleep in our room. I left her in the living room alone and it was a mistake. I was drifting off to sleep when I heard the door open and I thought it was Lin coming in to use the bathroom. Then I felt a sharp knife on my shoulder diagnally traveling down my back and to my right hip. After that she laid me on my stomach and stabbed my back. The next thing I know I blacked out and woke up in a hospital." Arthur's eyes widened. Why would he stay with her if she did that to him? He thought as he ran his fingers through the silky dark brown locks that made up Yao's hair. While Arthur could joke that Yao's ex definitely wore the pants in their relationship he couldn't joke about that scars on his back.

"Yao, I didn't know. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sad for me. We didn't get separated then seeing as how we have three other children and we got a divorce years ago. But I will be okay. I've got a good friend to fall back on when I need help." Yao chuckled taking Arthur's hand into his own.

"What about your family? Won't they help you?"

"Not really. Everyone in my family told me not to marry her but I didn't listen. If I told them everything now then I'd get a lot of 'Wǒ gàosu nǐ!' I really do not want to be told that everyone else was right and I was wrong. I thought things would be different but I guess not."

"We both have so many things in common don't we?"

"What would they be?"

"We were both abused by people we thought we could fall back on in times of trouble. We both had some kind of physical hurt in our lives. We both have exes even though me and my husband are just legally separated. We have teenaged children. We love to drink even though in your case it's been an as-of-late occurance." Yao laughed and laid his head back.

"I guess we could be considered two people wronged by love. If only love would give us a second chance to redo everything then we wouldn't make our past mistakes but instead make better choices."

Arthur didn't know what Yao was trying to get at but Yao had secretly wondered if it would be so bad to have Arthur as a lover. They knew everything about each other, they communicated well, they both had past experiences in love so any and all mistakes made in the past won't be made again, they could love each other. Maybe they could work out but Yao was too afraid to voice his thoughts. The Brit caught on to his friend's dazed look and cocked his head to the side.

"Is something the matter Yao?" Said man looked up and looked at his entwined hand with Arthur's. In his thoughts he's forgotten that he was talking to Arthur before he laid his head back.

"No aru. I guess I started to fall asleep. This tub is so warm."

"It is? Then after you get out I'll have to run a bath for myself." Or you could get in with me. Yao thought. He wanted to say it but it would be inappropriate. Besides, to see Arthur naked would be something he'd love to see but Yao would have to get over his anxiety over what Arthur would say. He knew Arthur was still technically married to his French dirtbag of a husband and, obviously, gay but how would Arthur feel about practically cheating on his husband?

"What are you thinking about now?" Arthur's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Sorry, spacing out again. Can I talk to you about something kind of personal?"

"Of course."

"I've been wondering and well, do you think that you and I as a couple would work out?"

"You and me? I don't know Yao. I mean, Francis and I are legally separated so in a way we're still married. We've been friends for a long time and us dating would make everything weird in case we don't work."

"Well, don't look at this as a new love just yet. I've been wrestling with my sexuality for a while now and I'm confused so it would be a way for me to know if I'm bisexual. I really do think you're a wonderful man and I want us to work out." Arthur thought about it. It could be a way for him to find out if he is really over Francis. Ever since seeing him again on Christmas, Arthur often thought about them being a couple again. It would take a toll on Arthur seeing as though he was still angry about being cheated on. But then again he would also be giving Francis a taste of his own medicine.

"Ok. I'll do it but only because I want to know if I still have feelings for Francis." Arthur then did the unexpected thing and kissed Yao. The smaller man was surprised for a moment then kissed back. He knew that what they were doing now was sinful and forbidden but how can this be so wrong when it felt so right? They broke away gasping for air when Arthur said something.

"I think I should get in the tub with you." With that Arthur stood and started to take his clothes off. Yao was blushing like a school girl who had just walked in on two teachers doing it in an empty classroom. Suddenly he felt a weight shift and he was sitting on something with flesh and it was warm. He turned his head to see Arthur's amazing emerald eyes gazing into his own. He smiled and kissed Arthur again.

"It's the beginning of something new, isn't it aru?"

"Yes it is." They kissed again and Arthur placed his hands on Yao's hip. Let's just say that this would be the part where a camerica would pan to Arthur's wedding ring which had been discarded and forgotten in a locked drawer in his bedside table.

Meanwhile Alfred was drawing something when he dropped the pencil and looked around. Something felt off. Like really off. As if everything was being thrown off balance as we speak. A disturbance in the force if you will. It was probably nothing so he just shruged it off. He picked up his pencil and started to draw again when he realized who he'd drawn. It was Feliciano. Hot tears started to well up in his eyes. He missed Feliciano so much. Ever since the day he was friend-zoned that's all he could think about was Feliciano but now he was becoming more and more of a distant memory since they hadn't been hanging out too much lately.

After the break up he heard from Matthew that Feliciano had been flirting with Ludwig and Gilbert. To Alfred it was insulting because they had something and they were waiting until they were older to start up the relationship they had over again. Since they weren't dating at the moment Alfred guessed that Feliciano was intitled to do some flirting but at the same time Alfred wished Feliciano wouldn't do it since they still love each other. A small knock on the door brought Alfred out of his thoughts. He turned his head to see Matthew at the door.

"Dinner's ready and we have a guest." Alfred raised his eyebrow and he followed his brother to the living room. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Lovino and Feliciano sitting at the table. Feliciano was happy and Lovino was helping Antonio cook the meal while occasionally cursing the pan or bowl for being too hot. Well this is fan-fucking-tastic... Alfred bitterly thought as he sat down across from Feliciano. He put a smile on his face so he wouldn't seem pissed off about something. The boy noticed him and smiled.

"Hi Alfred!"

That cheerful tone... Something Alfred always missed when he thought about what they had. Alfred had wanted to tell Feliciano that he still loved him but they were waiting until later to start everything up again. Dinner got ready and served. As they were eating Alfred couldn't get Feliciano out of his mind. It was hard to ignore when Feliciano was sitting right there across from him! If this were a romantic comedy this would be the awkward moment where one guy sees his ex after an extended period of time and he tries not to say anything and ignore it but its too hard.

After dinner Alfred made a dash for his room and locked himself in. Matthew thought he was overreacting to see Feliciano after some time and paid it no mind. He and Lovino were on the couch when Lovino intertwined his fingers with Matthew's. The teen blushed and squeezed the older male's hand. They stayed like that for a moment when Lovino kissed Matthew's forehead.

"You're cute." Lovino said and it made Matthew's face turn to another shade of red. This was the moment Matthew had been waiting for and he didn't know how to react!

"Um... thanks Lovino."

"Call me Lovi."

"Ok, Lovi." They sat in silence for a few moments before it was time for Lovino and Feliciano to leave. With some form of regret Matthew let go of Lovino's hand. He didn't want to because it felt so warm and so right but he had to go. Sighing he went to his room and noticed that the door was finally unclocked. He walked in and saw Alfred staring at a drawing of Feliciano. Matthew resisted the urge to throw the drawing out. Ever since the break up and friend-zoning Alfred had been in shifting moods. One moment he was cheerful and the next moment it went down into nothing.

"You're going to have to come to terms and wait you know." The other teen looked up and looked back at the painting.

"I can't wait Mattie. I love him so much and I want us to be together now. I don't wanna wait anymore."

"Alfred, if you truly love him like you kept saying to him then you'd wait. Didn't you say you were going to do that no matter how much it hurt your heart?"

"Yea. But I think about us and then I think about how great we had it then we lost it. I've gotta wait, I know but it hurts so much."

"It will stop hurting later on brother. Now let's go to bed, I don't want to stay up all night." Alfred ruffled his brother's hair and they went to their respective beds and fell asleep.

Me: Crappy ending to a chapter I know but what ya gonna do. Besides, anyone else notice how this chapter and last chapter ended in everybody going to sleep? Weird. Anyways, let's be honest who was expecting an IggyChu lemon? Don't be shy I had an idea you were expecting one but a little suggestion to it was reasonable enough so nothing bad on my part as a writer. Anyways I hope you guys liked this chapter and sorry if the last bit sucked or the whole chapter in general sucked I tried. Um, if you liked then please favorite, follow, or review! This is Janae A.K.A. OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D