OMG I am SOOOO sorry I didn't update! QQ I have no excuses..Cause I always delayed it, saying I would but never did. I would've updated earlier this week, but some..scary things happened this week xD Anyways..I will try my VERY best to update some more! Cross my heart and hope to die that I will update X.x 3 You guys soooo much :D Anyways, so yeah..Guess I'll continue the storeh naos3 Btw, if you want to murder me, please do so QQ I know I deserve it.

O/3/O

"Ivan, your seat will be next to Mr. Kirkland over there." The teacher pointed at me, and I inwardly cursed him for placing Ivan next to me. Ivan's smile grew even more and he walked towards the seat next to mine. As he sat down, I felt the stares of Ludwig, Feliciano, and Kiku on my back.

"He's back, Arthur!" Ludwig hissed. "What are we going to do?"

"Nothing. We won't start anything. Do you remember what happened last time we did? We nearly lost Yao!" I hissed. "If he does something that calls for us to take action, then we will. Other than that, remain calm and apathetic around him." I commanded.

I turned around, and I almost shrieked because Ivan's desk was scooted up next to mine and he was leaning against me.

"Long time no see, da~?" Ivan whispered in my ear, sending chills down my back.

"What are you doing here, you bastard? Thought you left to go back to Russia long ago." I spat, glaring at him.

"Ah, you see, I came back for someone."

"If its Yao, than damn right will I let you have him. He's my teacher, and he is someone very special to me. I won't let you take him away from me."

"No. It's not him this time. I actually came back for you, дорогой.(1)"

"Меня не волнует, что вы делаете со мной, но если коснуться любого из членов союза Джек, я лично убью тебя.(2)" I declared, speaking fluent Russian so that no one could understand our conversation.

"Полная страсти, для членов Вашей, как всегда. Вот что мне нравится в тебе Артур. Или я должен сказать, Британия.(3)" He smirked as he said this, making my glare colder and harder. I was about to respond when Kiku nudged me.

"I would stop now. Class is still in session, Arthur-san." Kiku stated, looking between Ivan and I.

"Ah, yes. You're right. Ivan, you need to catch up." For the rest of the day, we just focused on him catching up. Luckily nothing happened.

After school ended, I was on my way to see Alfred. On my way to visiting him, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

"Arthur speaking." I answered.

"Ah, you answered. I got the information you wanted." Yao stated.

"That's great! No wonder you weren't here today. By the way, Ivan returned." I heard him breathe in quickly and deeply. "Don't worry. He's not after you. It's me he wants, but I have a feeling he will do something to someone close to me, so please be careful."

"Alright. You best be careful too. I'm waiting outside your workplace at the moment."

"Alright. I'll see you in a jiffy." I hung up, and picked up my pace in order to get the information. Within five minutes, I reached my destination.

"Here you go Arthur. Oh, may I come in and visit Alfred? I would like to see the boy you seem to love." Yao smirked as he saw my reaction.

"I-It's not like that! I don't love him like that! What nonsense are you speaking of? " I sputtered out. Then I smiled in a mischievous way. "My my, Yaoi, I didn't know you were such a teaser, Yaoi. Not to mention you're a funny guy, Yaoi." Yao stared at me, shock and embarrassed.

"AHH! STOP IT ARU! I'M SORRY! Please...just don't use that word as my name…" Yao begged.

I smiled in triumph as I made him beg and apologize. "Glad to know you remember where you stand. You may be older, but I am far more stronger. I won't lose my status as the strongest, coldest, and most blood lusting gang leader. As Britannia, I will stay in power." I declared, my voice having an authorizing tone in it.

"Yes, Captain." Yao replied, smiling.

O/3/O

"Mon cher! How are you doing today?" Francis asked me.

"I'm doing perfectly fine. Frog, meet my friend Yao. Yao, this is Francis, a perverted frog who will hit on anybody and anything." I stated, my face dead serious.

"HEY! What do you mean by anything? You believe I hit on things that ARE NOT alive?" Francis exclaimed, clearly embarrassed.

"Yes, yes I do believe that." I answered, my face still serious.

"Sacrebleu, Angleterre! Vous êtes la créature la plus gênante sur cette terre avec les sourcils les plus grandes connues à l'homme!" (4)

"Tais-toi, perverti grenouille française! Vous savez que c'est vrai! Ne mentez pas!" (5) I yelled back.

"Ai-ya! 你将两个停止战斗!你们两个总是要争取,我觉得这是很烦人!" (6) Yao yelled in Chinese, for he speaks in his native tongue when angry.

"Bloody hell! We need to start speaking English! 我很抱歉,姚明." (7) I apologized.

"Whoa…Artie! YOU SPEAK SO MANY DIFFERENT LANGUAGES! WHY YOU NO TELL ME!" Alfred yelled.

"First, Al, your speech was quite atrocious. Second, I didn't find it much important to tell you about it."

Alfred came up and hugged me, tightly. "I missed you, Arthur."

My face immediately heated up at this, but nonetheless I smiled and hugged him back. "Missed you too, Alfred." We pulled back, and he asked me a question that I figured would be coming.

"So, Artie. How many languages do you speak?"

"I know every language. Do NOT even ask how. I went through hell and back so many times…The tutors were the DEVILS! They were my friends, but they didn't let up." I spat, clearly not liking the memory.

"Ahahaha, that's kinda funny." Alfred proclaimed.

"I have a serious question for you Alfred. Would you like to join the Union Jack?" I stared at him as he stared at me back, awestruck.

"Captain, do you really want him to join? I mean, it could be dangerous for him." Yao asked, clearly concerned.

"I trust that Alfred will be perfectly fine. He has strength that is far above any normal human being. I believe that he will be able to fight expertly. All he needs is a little training and he should be good to go." I said, clearly thinking about how to handle the preparations.

"I would love to join Arthur!" Alfred exclaimed, happy.

"You do know the risks of joining, right?"

"Yes, I do. But I would face anything as long as I'm by your side." He stated thoughtfully, smiling a sincere smile at me. I looked away and muttered that he was a bloody git, but a faint blush was tainting my face.

"Le gasp! You forgot about moi! I'm hurt by you all!" Francis exclaimed, clutching his chest in an exasperated way.

"Sorry about that dude." Alfred said, smiling sheepishly at Francis.

"Don't bother with that Frog, Al. He isn't worth your time." I said, glaring at Francis.

"Ohonhonhonhon!" Francis did that creepy laugh of his, and for the rest of the day it was stuck in my head because he laughed too much for my liking.

Later in tah day~ O/3/O

I waved goodbye to them all and headed back home. On my way home, I saw Ivan walking in front of me. He seemed to be in a good mood, but that always meant he was up to no good. I put my guard up and as I did so, he turned around and noticed me.

"Arthur, it's lovely to see you. Are you on your way home?" He asked sweetly, making me sick.

"I am. How about you, Ivan?" I asked back.

"I'm on my way back also. Tell me, Britannia," He said my nickname full of loathe and hatred. "How long will you try to run away from me?"

"I'm not running away, Russia. I'm just choosing not to join you or be yours."

"We'll see about that later. Goodbye for now, my little darling." I shivered as he said those last three words.

I scurried off to my house, and immediately relaxed as I shut the door. But then I felt another presence in the room, and I put my guard up again.

"I will never understand what my brother sees in you. But I will make him happy, even if I don't approve of what he wants." Ivan's sister, Natasha, said. "To tell you the truth, forget what I just said. I don't like you, so I'm going to kill you. Get ready, Britannia." She appeared to come out of thin air, making me even more tense and suspicious. Suddenly, she attacked me with her twin daggers that were hidden in the sleeves of her dress. Immediately I dodged and kicked up, hitting her squarely in the face. I hit her hard enough for her to spit out some blood, but she continued to attack. I grabbed my short dagger that was hidden in my clothes somewhere and decided to fight her head on. She threw a dagger at me and then charged right after. I grabbed the dagger that was thrown and held it in my other hand and decided to dual-wield. The blood-thirsty fight went on for an hour, both of us scratched up and bleeding terribly. As a last resort, I punched her as hard as I could in the gut, and she fell forward, coughing up blood, before she fell to the ground unconscious.

"Haah…" I panted out, clearly tired and sore. I picked up my phone and called the first person that I thought would help.

"Moshi moshi?" Kiku asked. All he heard was a labored breathing and a couple of cries of pain.

"Kiku…I need your help. It's Arthur. Ivan's sister, Natasha, attacked me in my own home. She's injured badly and I need someone to patch her up without questioning her. Could you come over please?" I begged.

"I'll be there in five minutes Arthur-san." Kiku hung up and I was left there, alone in the room, with the very person who wanted me dead.

Sure enough, five minutes later I heard a banging at my door. "Arthur! Open up please!" Kiku yelled.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I said, moving as quickly as I could to open the door. As I opened the door, Kiku brushed past me, spotting Natasha on the floor. "Will she be alright? I feel bad for hurting her like that. I shouldn't have done that no matter the situation." I said, feeling depressed and angry at myself for hurting a girl to the extent where she bleeds too much blood.

"She should be alright. It just seems that she is unconscious. Anyone would've done the same thing as you Arthur if they were atta…Wait." Kiku stood up, turned around, and then looked at me. "Arthur-san…Please turn on the lights."

I grabbed a jacket before I turned on the lights. As I turned them on, Kiku still stared at me. "Now Arthur-san, please take off your jacket." He said, looking at me with confusion and worry.

"Why?" I countered. He took a step closer to me and I stepped back.

"Arthur, you know you won't win." Kiku had a coy smile on his face, and I sweatdropped. I immediately turned around and tried to run. He grabbed me and pinned me against the wall.

"K-Kiku! Let go! I'm fine!" I squeaked. I was trying to wriggle my way out but Kiku's strong grip on my jacket and arm prevented me from doing so. He stripped me of my jacket and I heard him gasp. I looked away in guilt as he stared at me, about to tell me off.

"Arthur." He said sternly. "You KNOW that you shouldn't hide stuff like this from me! ESPECIALLY if you were injured!" He yelled, clearly upset.

"I'm sorry. Just finish up with Natasha first and then me. I really don't want her to feel too much pain." Kiku sighed, but nonetheless went to patch up her first. I picked up all the scattered papers on the ground that was from the folder Yao gave me. I looked through all the papers as Kiku helped Natasha, and I found something interesting.

"Kiku, Francis visits his family before Christmas break, right?" I asked.

"Yes. He leaves a week before break to spend time with his family in France. He comes back on Christmas Eve. Why?" He asked suspiciously.

"I need to go to France with him." I stated. Kiku looked around at me in bewilderment.

"And why is that?"

"A certain someone in France is my ticket to Alfred's freedom. There is almost 3 weeks before he goes to France. I think it's enough time."

"I guess so. I hope Francis-san helps you somehow." Kiku said, wishing me luck.

"He will. He knows just how important this is. I'll talk to him later." I said, promising myself to ask him tomorrow.

"That's good. Now, Arthur-san. It's your turn for treatment." There was a scary glint in Kiku's eyes, and it scared me.

"Kiku…Your still not mad about me hiding my injuries…Right?" I said shakily.

"Of course not. I will be VERY gentle with how I'll treat you." The way he said it made me think otherwise. He came at me with those scissors and bandages and only one thing popped in my mind. RUN! And that's exactly what I did. I ran all the way to Ludwig's place and banged on his door. I turned around and saw Kiku closing in on me.

"LUDWIG! BLOODY HELL OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE KIKU KILLS ME!" I screamed, voice full of panic. As soon as Ludwig opened the door, I scrambled in and slammed the door closed.

"Dude…what the hell? That was totally unawesome!" Gilbert complained.

"!" I said in one breathe. Ludwig stared at me confused while Gilbert widened his eyes in terror.

"Wait…You said that NATASHA attacked you? Are you okay! How badly are you injured?" Gilbert said, voice rising by the second. It surprised me as to how worried he was, and it made me happy in a way. Before I had the chance to answer, Ludwig's door opened with a bang, and Kiku stood there, his face changing from amusement to pure delight. As I tried to run away again, Ludwig and Gilbert both grabbed me and pinned me down on the ground.

"TRAITORS!" I yelled, unhappy. I stared at Kiku, who was walking my way with the bandages and scissors still in hand. I whimpered. "You guys are the devil!" I said in a shaky voice.

"Now now, it won't hurt THAT much. But then again, maybe it will since you ran away from me." Kiku said, his eyes masking his delight. The next hour or so was spent with Kiku bandaging me up torturously. Afterwards, I passed out on Ludwig's couch.

"What should we do?" Ludwig asked. "Ivan is already making his move. Arthur's been injured badly too."

"Don't worry! The awesome me believes that Arthur already formed a plan!" Gilbert stated, clearly expressing his loyalty and trust in Arthur.

"I agree with Gilbert. When did Arthur ever let us down?" Kiku asked.

"He never did. Good point there, bruder. I think we all should leave Arthur alone. He seems worn out. Anyone want to go for pasta?" Ludwig suggested.

"You just want to go see your boyfriend, Ludwig." Gilbert teased. He was amused as how red Ludwig's face has gotten. Ludwig stomped out of the house while Gilbert laughed loudly and obnoxiously. Kiku was right behind them, closing the door quietly. I wish you the best of dreams, Arthur.