-Monday-

Alfred smiled as he scribbled silly little doodles on a scrap of notebook paper. One of the players on the football team sat next to him. "Hey Al, practice was canceled for tonight. So let's hang out at your place," he smiled. Alfred rolled up the notebook page.

"Sorry, but Ma grounded me—room was a mess. I'm not allowed to have friends over until it's clean." He pouted crossing his arms. His teammate scowled and looked over his shoulder. "Sorry dude," Alfred said getting a new thing of paper to doodle on. He doodled himself dressed as a superhero saving babies from a burning building. His teammate gave the drawing a strange look.

"Well, don't forget. No practice today."

"Kay, but could you tell Arthur for me. You have the next class with him, don't you?" Alfred said looking up from his doodle. His teammate smiled and nodded his head.

"Sure thing, Al," he smiled, crossing his fingers behind his back. Class ended and he left to put the rest of the team's plan in motion. In his next class, he sat right across from the green-haired punk. Arthur worked while most the class talked. Once finished, he shoved the papers into his book.

"Hey, I heard number 11 say there wasn't any practice after school. That didn't sound right seeing as the homecoming game is Wednesday," Arthur said in a hushed whisper.

"There's practice… number 11 is an idiot." Perfect. His part in the plan was officially over. Now he just had to wait and see how it would go.

"Oh well, does Alfred know?" Arthur asked his voice still low. "That git isn't the sharpest nail in the box."

"yeah, he knows," he smiled.

-After School-

Arthur chewed his gum until he was outside. Spitting it into the grass, he walked out to the field and instantly felt like something was wrong. Only a few of the players were there. Numbers 11, 3, 55, and 19 – the one who told Arthur there was practice. They stared at him, the hate glowing in their eyes. Gulping, he stopped. "Where's Alfred?" he asked and they moved in on him. Number 11 smiled at him.

"He's at home. He didn't have the heart to tell you himself, but he doesn't want anything to do with a faggot. So, sorry." He snapped his fingers and numbers 19 and 3 grabbed Arthur's arms. Arthur growled and struggled against them.

"Liar! Alfred would never!"

"But he did! Think about it, why didn't he tell you there wasn't any practice himself? Don't make this any harder!" he cracked his knuckles before punching Arthur across the face. Number 55 joined in punching him in the gut and the face. Arthur's nose gushed blood all down his face. He was shoved to the ground and someone's foot slammed into his rib cage. Yelping in pain, he laid on the ground holding his sides, but they didn't stop.

They kept going. Kicking and hitting him until he was covered in cuts and bruises. Then, there was a pissed off scream from nearby. The teammates froze as the vice principal stormed up to them. His hair was long and blonde, and he had dark bags under his blue eyes. All in all, he was a scary German man.

"Vhat is this?" Do you vant to be expelled? Go, I'll vrite you up later," the German yelled as the team ran off. The vice principal helped Arthur to his feet and took him inside to wash up. And each second that ticked by only added to Arthur's anger.

Alfred smiled as he stared at his now perfectly clean room. He couldn't wait to show it off to his mother and finally be ungrounded. He flopped down on his bed and closed his eyes. He was home alone for the first time in a long time. His bedroom door flung open, making him jump to his feet. There stood Arthur, sporting a fresh black eye and dry blood around his nose. There were other marks that Alfred couldn't see, "Arthur?" Alfred cried out in horror. Arthur stormed over to him and slapped his across the face.

"Bastard! Bastard, if you really didn't want me around… you could have told me yourself. Not have your fucking team do it!" He screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Alfred was lost, "But I want you around… Arthur." He held the Brit's shoulders only for them to get shook off by the other.

"Don't fucking toy with me Jones! I can't take it. They made it pretty clear, don't you think?"He pointed to his eye and turned to leave. Alfred grabbed the other's wrist and spun him around and kissed him fully on the lips. Arthur's eyes got wide and he felt as if he were on fire.

"I don't know what they told you I said. But I never would say anything that would make you leave." Alfred pulled him into his arms and held him to his chest. Arthur closed his eyes and wrapped his own arms around Alfred. "Arthur, I'm sorry they did this to you."

"Forget it for now." He kissed him and found himself being pressed down onto the bed. Alfred licked Arthur's lips and pressed against him. Arthur opened his mouth and pulled Alfred closer.

Matthew walked in while looking at the ground, not noticing the two making out. Well, until he looked up that is. He blinked and walked right back out the door. Arthur shivered and gasped out for air, "Alfred… I love you."

"I love you too."

"I just walked in on them making out," Matthew said into the phone while watching Animal Planet. Gilbert laughed. "It's not funny Gil, they looked like they were trying to suck each other's face off. What if you walked in on your brother making out with someone?" Matthew pouted, watching polar bear cubs play in the snow.

"Hey, I've walked in on West doing much worse than kissing. His boyfriend is Italian if that helps," Gilbert said with a laugh.

Matthew rolled his eyes, "Who's your brother?" He asked, smiling at the TV.

"Ludwig. Tall, grumpy, blonde, do you know him?" He asked. "He's in your grade,"

"Yeah! He's your brother? You're German? How come your accent isn't heavy?"

"I don't know."

…..

I wonder what Ludwig was doing when Gilly walked in hehe, I'll let you guys think about it