Chapter 4

Alfred's eyes wandered over the glistening specks of light that bounced off of the entrancing emerald gems that shone beautifully in the suns rays, the pain that he should feel in between his fingers, wrapping itself selfishly around his hand, but no, he would not let it. He grabbed the shards and grasped the shards between his fingers, slicing through the cage he had created with his hand, trying to fight for the light, the scars on his hand began to show, the blood trickled down his long fingers, but he could not feel it, all the feelings he should feel, anger, pain, confusion, hurt...None of these filled his heart.

The eyes that had captured him, held him selfishly, stringing him along, for what seemed like and eternity, words were not spoken, no sound was uttered, and the melody was silent. A pale hand was held out, with no word Alfred allowed his body to move on its own, he let his hand grasp the others, softly, as if he was letting a fragile doll pick him up, how silly was he, he was no fragile doll, even though he had porcelain skin to match and light hair and delicate features, he was not as cold as them, he was different. His hand lay there, motionless, on top of Arthurs, the heat between their hands began to intensify, slowly Arthurs hand tightened and pulled on Alfred's, everything seemed to move slower, as he was lifted off of the floor, he met the others eyes, something glinted in the others eyes, he could only watch as the beautiful speckles of light danced in his eyes, his eyes closed selfishly, as he pulled Alfred's hand up closer to his face, flashing his eyes open again, glancing over his hand, like he was there but, he wasn't, he re focused and peered at the hand, his fingers slowly caressing the numb finger tips, his fingers intertwining through the gaps, dodging the shards of glass still left, like reflectors they reflected the light onto the boys faces.

Arthur's lips moved, but all Alfred could do was to imagine, to think, to day dream, he had never been so deep in thought, or so moved before. Arthurs head dropped to one side as he scrunched up his face and smiled at Alfred, he began to talk but still nothing, but then "Alfred, you really are very clumsy" He blinked a few times before he could answer, "w-wha...?" He blushed as he continued to stare at the Brit."Your hands, they are all cut up, the shards of glass from your glasses...you should go to the nurse, and you should hurry you have class next..." As he turned his gaze from the torn up hand towards Alfred, he noticed the other was staring at him, causing his face to heat up furiously. "I SAID GO TO THE BLOODY NURSE!" he half screamed and half stuttered. All Alfred could do was to dumbly nod and make his way to the nurse office; it had happened all so fast, was it really a dream?

After Alfred had been to the nurse's office and had his hand sorted out, he returned to lessons as lunch had finished, he had games development with Kiku, but, he had paid him no attention and simply stared at his computer screen, Kiku had watched him and had taken some mental notes, as it was certainly not a side of Alfred he had seen. After the lessons, it was dinner.

Dinner was very quiet and the conversation consisted of how everyone's lessons were, and had anyone seen a hot guy or girl that they liked, and that was pretty much it, the day dreaming Alfred had some how sent everyone else into day dream mode. Every ones eyes were fixated on their food, not a word was uttered except the sound of rattling culinary and the other table's gossip and conversations.

Suddenly someone had placed a plate of curry and a cup of tea beside Alfred, the one empty place on the table, Alfred's eyes did not move to the other person, but the smell of tea ran up his nose and caused him to turn around suddenly. Arthur sat there, curling his delicate long fingers around the tea cup, turning his head to face Alfred, smirking at him like nothing had happened.

"ARTHUR! Omg...um, I didn't get to thank you earlier but um, thanks..." He hummed to himself

The sudden excitement had sent everyone into shock, everyone turned to look at the pair, and all eyes were on them.

"W-well you should learn that its not good to pick fights with Gilbert, he's one hell of an annoyance, he does eventually give up on people easily because he thinks he is "awesome" and that they are a waste of time, but don't expect me to...wait...oh I see, because I became in your eyes what a hero should be, you think I have stolen you role" Arthur chuckled to himself.

"Hey wait! Its not that I aint-"Arthur motioned for him to remain quiet, "Listen, your "hero" role is yours, I do not wish to take it" Arthur again began to chuckle.

Alfred watched Arthur and grinned, Arthur carried on sipping his tea. "But um, how come no like teachers cared?" Alfred asked, Francis turned to Alfred while tousling his hair,

"Well, you see~ here things are different, one of these differences is that students have to deal with things on their own, as a way to build character~ Francis swished his hair with his hand and smiled seductively as a few pretty girls passed.

Dinner time ended with everyone again in high spirits, everyone was chatting about various things, Alfred's mood change seemed to affect the whole table in quite an odd way, once his cheerful attitude infected you, and it was quite hard to no longer have it. The three boys that were returning back to their dorms included Alfred, Arthur and Kiku.

"Would you two like to watch some anime with me?" Kiku asked politely as he turned to Alfred and Arthur.

"Totally awesome, I'm in! And so is Arthur!" Alfred cheerfully replied, not bothering to notice the glares Arthur was sending him.

"Um, Alfred, I think I can answer for myself thank you very much, now where was I? Ah yes, I would love to watch-"Alfred butted in with "No probs, you were just about to say hell yeah and join me and Kiku watching anime" He grinned enthusiastically as Arthur was about to rebuke Kiku giggled softly and gestured for them to follow him.

The three teens walked the corridors where busy teens rushed from one place to another, chatting about how the day went, how was dating who and who was already in the head masters office. They all walked together as they went down the stair well, and past the cafe and on wards towards the dorms, Alfred hummed a tune to himself as he watched the other students chat that past him, Kiku watched the two boys with delight,

"So, um, Kiku?" Arthur asked,

"Yes Arthur san?" Kiku replied,

"So, anime is that the strawberry flavoured biscuit?" Arthur asked,

Alfred's heart stopped as he heard Arthurs question, almost choking on air,

"W-what! Are you kidding me?" Alfred screamed back, all Arthur could do was stare at him in confusion as he knew there was no good in snapping at the American as he didn't even no what he would be starting a "debate" about.

"No Arthur san, anime is an animated series, its animated manga" Kiku replied,

"Oh...I see, I think I remember watching one...once" Arthur admitted, Alfred gasped in horror,

"You THINK you only watched one...ONCE! Okay, its time to refresh your memory and bask in the glory of anime!" Alfred cheered as he raised his hands above his head in a cheering motion.

Arthur could only send him a confused face as he was tugged down the hallway by Kiku; soon they stood outside a door, Kiku's dorm.

Kiku turned the door knob and revealed his dorm to the duo, there inside was the same layout as Arthur and Alfred's dorm, but that's where the similarities ended, Kiku's room was adorned in anime posters, plushies covering his bed, his wardrobe wide open showing cosplay costumes, his desk was covered in anime accessories, like key rings, pencils, an anime mouse and mouse pad, a laptop with an anime laptop sticker with a bunch of men in military uniforms, holding various things, such as a magic wand and a rose. Arthur gawked at Kiku's room, Alfred stood amazed at the sight before him, marvelling at the impressive stash of anime and all things relating to anime.

"Are you alright Arthur san, is something wrong?" Kiku asked politely, noticing his worried expression

"N-not at all, I was just amazed at how much your collection has grown is all" he returned his reply with a small smile.

Beside his anime stash laid another bed, this one had many panda bears on it, different sizes and colours.

"My room mate is not here yet, he should be back in a few hours, in the mean time, and we could watch a few episodes" Kiku said,

"Awesome! I pick first because, well, just because I wanted to! And I really, really wanna see it again, pwease" Alfred pleaded as he turned his view from Kiku back to Arthur, using his puppy eyes.

"Fine" Arthur chose not to argue the point; he really knew nothing about anime.

"Puppy eyes were super effective!" Alfred cheered.

Kiku giggled at the Pokémon reference while Arthur just continued to look confused.

Kiku opened his laptop screen and turned on the power, Alfred and Arthur sat on the bed while waiting for the computer to load up. The windows screen came on and Kiku hastily typed in his password and waited for it to load up, soon a desktop picture came up with various applications on the screen, the desk top picture was of 4 men, one had mid length blonde hair and held a rose in his hand, another had short black hair and had a blush upon his face, another had blonde hair and was very tall and had a hair sticking up in the front with blue eyes, the male in the front had large eyebrows and green eyes and had a mop of short blonde hair.

"HETALIA!" Alfred screamed in happiness,

"Huh? He-Hetalia?" Arthur asked, in total confusion.

Kiku nodded his hair as he clicked the Google chrome icon.

"Um Kiku, why are the three of them, holding that poor mans arms and pulling?" Arthur asked

"Oh, they are fighting for his attention Arthur san" Kiku smiled and giggled softly.

"Why?" Arthur asked innocently.

"Um, no reason Arthur hahaha" Alfred laughed while trying to cover up his expression of worry; he really didn't want Arthur to find out about yaoi, what would he think? Would he refuse to talk to him!

Kiku smiled to him, this pair is really going to be the end of me he thought, and I can't believe Alfred thinks Arthur is as innocent as he looks, if only he knew...

Finally the internet was up and Kiku typed in Hetalia English dub, he clicked a link, which took him to a website and clicked another link which loaded up a video player, he allowed the video to load and pressed play. He watched as the Brits eyes widened,

"Oh my, that one looks like you Alfred!" Arthur gasped in amazement, "Is that why you have that hair stick up?" Arthur asked,

"Nope, it's always been like that, even before I knew Hetalia existed" Alfred replied, Arthur continued to watch the anime,

"Oh wow, look, that one looks like you Kiku!" Arthur widened his eyes,

"Japan!" Alfred excitedly shouted out, as he watched more further into the video, his eyes caught a peculiar sight,

"Wait...that one looks like me" Arthur muttered in confusion,

"Yep! That one is called England" Alfred replied

"Or rather sometimes he is called Britain" Kiku added

"Yeah well I prefer the nick name Iggy!" Alfred squealed in delight.

Arthur could only stare at the two, but he still continued to watch the rest of the episode with them, they watched a few more before choosing to watch another anime, Kiku typed in Panty and stocking with Garter belt.

"I've heard about this one, not yet seen it yet though" Alfred said,

Kiku giggled softly and loaded the video , as the episode was playing, Alfred and Arthurs expressions changed dramatically, Alfred's to horror and then to joy, and finally he was grinning and biting his upper lip, how ever, Arthurs had only changed from curiosity to pure horror.

"Are they...striping! Arthur squeaked, Alfred motioned for him to "shush", Arthurs face heated up as the anime continued, he glanced at both Kiku and Alfred, and all they seemed to be doing were smiling and concentrating.

The episode finished, Kiku and Alfred both smiled at each other, Alfred praising the anime, Kiku saying that they should watch the rest of the anime all together, Arthur remained on the edge of the bed speechless.

Suddenly there was a buzz, Kiku picked his phone off of the desk and glanced at the screen, he pushed a few buttons and smiled before texting something, and he then looked up at the other two.

"Yao is coming back from the shop, he will be here soon" Kiku smiled.

Alfred yawned loudly, extending his arms and raising himself from the bed, "well, I'm getting sorta sleepy, so see ya tomorrow Kiku, oh and bring that manga off yours, you know the one" Alfred grinned mischievously. Arthur just sighed at the American and turned to Kiku,

"Thank you for having us Kiku and um...showing me some...anime" He tried to smile politely but it was hard as he did not know whether that last anime they had watched was something he wanted to watch again.

"My pleasure Arthur san" Kiku sweetly smiled at the other.

"See ya! Good bye hugs!" Alfred launched himself at Kiku and squeezed with delight as Kiku squeaked, Alfred cheekily grinned as Kiku blushed and had now an annoyed expression,

"That was highly inappropriate Alfred Kun, never do that again, please think more of other people personal space!" Kiku snapped while still retaining his blush and annoyance, he pushed the American away and turned towards Arthur, he readjusted himself and smiled,

"Good night Kiku" Arthur mumbled,

"And good night to you as well Arthur san" Kiku uttered,

He clasped hands with the Brit and bowed his head; he looked up into his green eyes and glanced at the emerald wonders that lay upon his face, searching for something, anything, that might help him piece together something that worried him.

The scene was awkward for Alfred to watch as Kiku was staring into Arthur's eyes and Arthur was just accepting this and was continuing to stare at Kiku, wondering what to do, he really didn't know what to do, probably because he couldn't really read the atmosphere well, he knew he could feel something odd, but he didn't know how to interpret it. He just watched, like he was watching anime, this was probably the part where the touch of their hands trigger a spark of passion, and the two lovers look deep into each others souls, searching for the love to be returned, when finally they move closer and their lips meet in a perfect unison, and they would fit perfectly.

He felt his face heat up and a spark of something, what was it? He didn't know what it was but he didn't want to watch, and he really couldn't imagine the stuffy old Brit kissing anyone, his small dainty lips, curved perfectly, so fragile, like a dolls, but would they be warm, or cold, who would he let his lips touch, he wouldn't kiss any one, would he? Especially not...he quickly tore them apart; they both just glanced at Alfred in shock, their eyes were like they had been daydreaming.

"U-um...w-we should go...see you tomorrow Kiku" Arthur stumbled to get his words right, all he could do was glance quickly into Alfred's eyes,

Kiku smiled mischievously, turning to Alfred as the pair began to leave, "I think Arthur would make a great cosplayer, I always have, what do you think Alfred Kun?" Kiku whispered into Alfred's ear,

Alfred mumbled and muttered a "bye" to Kiku; he closed the door and followed Arthur back to their dorm.

The pair both entered their dorm, it was not as decorated as it should be, but they had both agreed to put more personal things around the room so it felt more like home.

Alfred quickly slumped on the bed, letting out a long yawn as he stretched his whole body, "hm, watching anime really does take it outta ya" Alfred yawned cheekily.

"Goodness me, some of that anime...frightened me, but the first one, um Hetalia was it? Seemed rather fun" Arthur mused to himself as he probably knew Alfred would be so caught up in his own thoughts to listen to him.

"We should watch more! I have a laptop, but not tonight, too sleepy, Hetalia is my favourite anime of all times! The other anime was fun but, no one can replace the awesome hero!" Alfred jeered forward and replaced his yawning and stretching with a dramatic hero pose.

"Yes yes, well there is always the weekend, hmm I think I will be busy for most of it though" Arthur wondered. He suddenly stopped, was he really even considering trying to work around his schedule to spend time with the annoying, irritating American? He sighed deeply and walked towards his wardrobe, fishing out a t shirt that had a unicorn in the middle of it, and a pair of shorts with mini unicorns of the bottoms of the shorts, he turned to ask Alfred something but suddenly stopped.

He was there, taking his clothes off, in front of him. Arthur blushed; he couldn't seem to find any words.

Alfred slowly used his hands to guide his pants to the floor after unfastening the zipper and buttons, using his hands to force his jumper off, leaving it astray on the floor, unbuttoning his t shirt slyly, concentrating hard on each button, and then ripping it off, letting it float to the floor, it was a Christmas present being unwrapped, and what was left was...

A delicious body, toned, fit, tanned, his legs perfectly muscular and toned, his abs were structured and perfect, the way his neck glided to his face, his gorgeous face, structured, like a models, his dreamy blue eyes revealed as he pulled his glasses off, his hair slightly swishing, his eyes closed for seconds, selfishly refusing to reveal those breathtaking sapphire charms, and then opening again to reveal the wonders.

"Hey Arthur, are you gonna get changed or what, into those...unicorn...PJs" Alfred began to giggle, but trying his hard not to as sometimes, he feared the smaller males attacks, especially after how he battered that albino boy.

Suddenly Arthur snapped out of his daydream, blushing furiously as he knew himself that he thinking about the American WAY too much, sure, he looked nice but there was something there that he had never encountered before, he didn't really want to hurt him, something that was so innocent, but at the same time so sexy. Arthur snapped himself out of another daydream, he could not believe the thoughts that were going through his head, no he was irritating, annoying, lazy, inconsiderate and a goof ball, called...Alfred...F...Jones.

"Um, yes, I'm going to get changed...wait, WHY DID YOU JUST STRIP LIKE THAT" Arthur barked at the other.

"well~ I cant be bothered going to the bathroom to change and we're both guys..."Alfred replied with and annoyed expression, such a stuck up Brit, he has to be all proper and gentle man like all the time, cant he just be cool like me and just get on with it? He thought to himself as he watched the others face heat up.

"Grrr, you irritating fool, hmph, no bother, I will only be a moment" Arthur growled back as he took his clothes to the bathroom, not even looking at Alfred and locked the door and started to change.

Alfred slumped on his bed annoyed with the stuffy Brit, why couldn't he just change like he had, they were both guys and it's not like he was going to poke fun at the other. Sure, through out his high school he had been the popular Jock and loads of girls would want to touch his abs or arms, like he was public property, but in turn he made other guys there feel insecure, he hadn't meant to but, he couldn't help but flex his muscles and make the girls squeal.

Maybe Arthur was insecure? He sat there looking at the ceiling helplessly, he wondered what kind of body the other had, well from the way his clothes hugged his body, he guessed he had to be quite slim, slimmer than Alfred had ever been in his life, was his skin the same shade as his porcelain face? Did he have tan marks? Was he a little muscular? He was curious but he knew he had to push these thoughts to the back of his head, imagine if he asked him, he would probably get a punch in return.

The click of the lock awoke Alfred from his daydream; Arthur stood there in the door way in his PJs, his unicorn PJ's. Alfred couldn't help himself laugh at the sight; he clutched his stomach as he belted out his laugh, laughing until his sides hurt and his eyes began to water as he grinned, giggled, smirked and sniggered. Arthur just scowled at the laughing American; he grabbed a book off of his desk, and threw it Alfred, like a bullet it hit fast and hard, hitting him in his face, sending him keeling back wards in pain. Groans and moans escaped the cover of the book while Alfred just lay there, with the pain that was crawling through his face. Arthur turned off the light and turned on the night light that Alfred had because he didn't like the dark, right now he hated the American, but he wasn't in the right mood to be cruel, he was just too tied, plus he didn't want to deal with Alfred's crying through out the night.

Arthur marched over to his bed and threw back the covers, settling himself into his bed and forcing the covers over his head. Alfred wriggled and let the book fall off of his face, glancing at the other side of the room; He frowned as he saw that the Brit had covered himself in a cocoon of covers, he hadn't meant to upset him, he felt a surge of a guilty feeling, he had really wanted to find out more about him as well. He sighed with sorrow, how could he make this guy like him? He was just a likeable person and usually who ever he encountered, they would just end up being swept away with his good looks and his personality, even if he knew a few people who hated him, they were only a minority, he had never met anyone like Arthur, some one who would hate him, but save him.

He let his eyes follow the mass of covers, "Um hey Arthur, I didn't mean that I think they are like, um, unique? I think they are pretty cool..." Alfred voiced to Arthur, hoping he would hear him through the covers.

The covers twitched a bit, "Really...?" A muffled voice came from beneath the covers.

"Yeah! " Alfred grinned

Suddenly the covers moved a bit to reveal Arthurs face, his eyes were a bit wet with a few tears, but he did look a little happier. Alfred grinned at the other, "I'm sorry if I made you feel like...bad...or like insecure, but I didn't mean it" Alfred blurted out.

Arthurs scowl was disappearing, "no, its quite all right, I'm not insecure, I normally change in the bathroom when there are other people in the room, even if they are male, sort of like a habit" Arthur replied.

Alfred grinned cheekily and swept his hair out of his face with his hand. It was already dark and the remaining light had disappeared from the sky, the darkness had crept along the sky, tearing at the sunshine, sitting on his throne until the next day when the sunshine would tear through the darkness, and let the clouds soar through the sky.

"So you're from the UK, right" Alfred asked.

"Yes, I was originally from London, I would love to go back in a few years, well I guess its no surprise that you are from America" Arthur replied

"Yes~ but which state?" Alfred asked cheekily, winking and grinning.

"Umm, Florida?" Arthur asked as he allowed his mind to wander a bit.

Alfred's face heated up as he began to blush furiously,

"What's wrong with your face?" Arthur asked

"N-nothing, just I think I've watched too much Hetalia" Alfred replied, stuttering a little.

"Well I've lived in a few places, but originally, from Texas" Alfred smiled enthusiastically.

"Ah, Texas, I have never been there, actually I have not really been anywhere In America really..." Arthur muttered

"What! How could you not?" Alfred asked hysterically

"Well, I have only been living here for a year, and in that time I was busy concentrating on my school work and other things" Arthur replied honestly

"What about the holidays?" Alfred asked, still in shock.

"Well, I just stayed in my dorm" Arthur murmured

Alfred face palmed himself, how could anyone want to stay in this place for more than they needed!

"So, you live in Texas?" Arthur asked

"Nope! Not right now anyway, me, Mattie and my mum are living in California at the moment, Dad usually works away from home, and we do move around a lot, but after I finish Uni, I'll be moving to New York!" Alfred squealed, Arthur could only watch him as he grinned and squealed in glee.

"Hm, as long as that's what you wish to do with your life" Arthur replied.

"What do you wanna do when you leave?" Alfred asked, his eyes full of curiosity.

"well, there are dreams and realistic ideals, such as ma more realistic view on the outcome of my life would be to have my own place, have a decent job and own my own car and support my mother..."Arthur began to mutter as he got closer to the end of his sentence

"Ye but what is YOUR dream?" Alfred asked.

"Well my dream...would to be a writer, and what is your dream?" Arthur smiled reluctantly.

"well, I guess I sorta get where your coming from, what I will probably be doing and what I want to do, end up in one of ma dads companies, my dream is to own my own comic company, you know where they create heroes and different comics and plot lines" Alfred gleefully beamed.

"hm, a writer though...I think you could be lots of things" Alfred replied while in deep thought.

"Huh? Like what?" Arthur confused by Alfred's answer, asked politely.

"well, you play so many instruments, you can sing like amazingly, I've never seen something that you have wrote but I guess it would be good, and I heard Mat saying before that your really good at writing poems and stuff...so I guessed you would be good at a lot of things" Alfred mused.

"wha..." Arthur shocked by the sudden praise by Alfred, and also surprised by the maturity in his tone, his voice and just his whole presence, it had seemed to change, like for moments that bubbly, annoying immature Alfred had transformed into a mature, sort of well spoken Alfred, full of praise and admire.

Arthur watched as the blue eyed wonder stared out of the window, stretching his neck to view out into the darkness, hiding his sapphires from him, how selfish. He continued to watch the back of the Americans head, watching his corn coloured hair, all the streaks of blond, and the entwining strands of hair, slightly messed up with hands rummaging through his hair to try to smooth and untangle it.

Alfred quickly turned and suddenly met Arthur's eyes, those glistening emeralds, captivated by the tiny light source of Alfred's night light; it made him appear even more mysterious. Quickly snapping out of his daydream and turning his face beetroot Arthur blurted out a question, "What is your family like?" Arthur's face was cooling down a bit but the mass of blush still remained.

Alfred was watching the smaller male's cheeks red up and grin at the accomplishment, he really did look even cuter with-

Alfred blushed as well; he couldn't believe what was going on in his head or what he almost had thought, he barely knew this Brit, and yet he was one of the things that occupied his mind the most, well it didn't matter, his thoughts were his own, and as if any thing would come of them, they remained his own, Arthur would know nothing of what lay behind his eyes, plus, they were both men! Alfred had never even been with another man, and, Arthur appeared to be as old fashioned, which probably meant he was straight, or so Alfred knew anyway, he was positive, those green eyes would never know.

"Alfred?"

Suddenly snapping to reality.

"huh?" Alfred murmured, dazed as he was just suddenly snapped out of his thoughts

"Your family?" Arthur asked, curious as to why Alfred had hesitated for a while.

"O-oh, yeah, well you already know Mattie, he's my lil bro, well sorta, since we are like twins but I was born first so that makes me the eldest, hmmm...since for like ever he has kept that giant teddy bear, dad gave it to him on his 5th birthday" Alfred smiled fondly at the thought of his and Mathews 5th birthday, Mathew had been so happy to get the teddy bear off of their dad.

"My mom, hmm, well don't piss her off cus she is frickin scary when he's mad, run for your life! Hahaha" Alfred laughed to himself as Arthur listened intently, though his curiosity was fading, and his eyes tried not to show it, but were slowly filling with hurt, and anger.

"She's sweet when she wants to be, but I guess I don't see that side of her often, since I mostly only see her work mode, she used to be a famous model, now she is head of an agency, got me into it as well" Alfred mused to himself.

"Ma Dad? He is awesome, hero standard awesome! He owns like loads of companies, he works a lot but we always go to games together! "Alfred his all into emphasising every word, bringing the best out of his dad, enthusiastically smiling fondly at every memory they shared, his voice full of admiration, love and happiness.

Arthur despised these feelings. Not that he didn't want Alfred to feel these for his dad, it wasn't anything like that, just that these feelings were over worn and over used, the world abused them every day, time after time. No one in the world can admire anyone, for they will just end up disappointing them, no one can feel any happiness, because in the end all they will feel is the horrible feeling of pain, and love, no one can truly know what love is, for all that is left is a empty, hollow feeling of loneliness. How can a heart beat if it is broken?

Arthur's face fell, he couldn't help but glare at his hands, and his curious smile turned to a frown, the sparkle in his face was fading, he knew what was coming, he wouldn't hesitate, but no, this one was different...he couldn't, the innocence in his eyes, the childishness in his smile, the quirkiness in the bounce in his hair, he should hate, no despise everything about him, he had everything he wanted...

"What about your family Arthur?" A voice cheerfully questioned.

This was it, should he snap, curse, make him feel like dirt? Hurt him, abuse him, and make him fall deeply?

"Nothing much to say really" The words left his mouth.

"Hmm, regular family huh?", Alfred quirked his head sideways.

"Yes, something like that you could say" Arthur smiled crookedly

A slight gasp exited Arthurs pale lips, his whole world was muddled, what he had meant to say, what he should of said, what he always said, didn't exit his mouth, something new had, something new had happened, he wasn't quite sure what to think, or what to think of the strange boy that was seated in front of him.

"u-umm, Alfred?" Arthur grumbled.

"yeah?" Alfred answered back, not knowing what the outcome would be.

"Y-you should umm, do what you want to do, working in a company the rest of your life doesn't suit you, someone who spends their time with comics suits you better" Arthur muttered, half hoping Alfred wouldn't hear him.

"Huh? W-what do you mean? Would and wouldn't suit me?" Alfred asked, with a slight surprised tone to his voice.

"W-well, you are far too boisterous to be in a sensible company! A-and if writing comics is what you want to do, you shouldn't listen to others, listen to your heart" Arthur had stolen his pillow and was clutching it tightly, covering his heating face.

Alfred remained silent, his eyes wide, peering at the other boy, his mouth slightly open, no one had ever given him advice like that before, he wasn't sure how to take it.

"A-Arthur...THANKS DUDE!" Alfred joyfully leaped from his bed, landing just on the edge of the others bed, grasping on the end of the bed, his face so close to Arthurs, he could feel his breath tickle his nose and his chin and the upper part of his neck, a huge lump was stuck in his thought as he watched the others reaction. Arthur remained there, shocked by the boisterous American, but also by how close they were, he could really see the shine in his blue eyes now, see his flawless skin, feel his breath on his skin, if only he could feel the sweetness of his li...

"ALFRED!" Arthur screamed, blushing furiously as his ears heated up first and then the rest of his face followed, tightly shutting his eyes closed and trying to push back Alfred with his hands, he could feel the beating in his chest become harder.

Alfred tumbled backwards, jolting onto his bed on his back, letting out a loud "oomph" , blinking a few times, staring at the Brit confused.

He cheekily smiled at the other, Hahaha, thanks...Artie..." Alfred giggled to himself.

Arthur's face had transformed into a scowl, and then into a raging face of horror, he quickly grasped a pillow, fixating on his opponent, clenching his grasp on the pillow and gritting his teeth.

Action: Throw pillow.

Target: Alfred (Ignorant, annoying, inconsiderate American)

Outcome: Pain?

Alfred had see this coming and quickly tumbled under the covers, when the pillow left Arthurs hand and hit the target, all it had hit was the cover. The pillow fell to the floor; Arthur held himself off of the side of the bed and picked up the pillow.

"MORON! IDIOT! GRRR! Arthur screamed at the covers, twisting the pillow like a voodoo doll.

He continued to watch the covers, no movement. He sighed and decided that it was too much effort, he climbed into bed and snuggled into the covers, peering over again, still no movement, he let his eyes close and his mind, drift, off into paradise, leaving behind the small dorm and the university.

If he had stayed awake a little longer he would have heard the sweet murmur of a voice from the room.

"Thanks you so much, Artie" Clutching his emerald half hearted necklace, he drifted from the world.

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Hey, I hope you are enjoying the story so far. This is my first time writing a Fan Fic so please review~

I wont say much about the future plot, only that it will be dramatic, romantic, a bit of a tear jerker, well, I'm hoping so anyway xD;;; But in case your wondering it has something to do with Alfred's and Arthurs necklaces x3

Ahem, the age rating is going up because in later chapters there is a bit of mature content X3

Thank you for reading and I hope you will review and read my future chapters.

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