Morning.

The Brit's eyes slowly opened, as the light coming from the sun outside shone on his face.

It's morning already?

He glanced at the clock on the wall. Standing up, his head felt a bit heavy as he walked towards the mirror.

It's been two days, huh.

He combed his hair back, and tying it into a small ponytail pertruding on his head. As he grabbed a towel and walked towards the bathroom, he can smell the scent of eggs and bacon from the kitchen.

Ah, I'm hungry. I can't wait to eat bre—

He twisted the doorknob, and noticed that it was locked.

Huh?

He twisted it again, with a bit of force this time, but no luck. He knocked on the door a few times, before he heard the sound of water from the inside. The Brit waited, and minutes passed until he tried to knock on the door again. "Umm. Can you please hurry up? I'm about to be late if—"

The door suddenly opened, and the Brit was shocked to see Heracles standing there, his eyes half-open, but looking at him with a menacing glare. He was wearing a bathrobe, holding an electric razor in one hand and his face half-shaven. "What?", he asked, irritation in his voice as he turned to the mirror to finish with his shaving. What is with that kind of look?, Arthur thought, as he remained there, still standing at the doorway. He coughed first before he spoke, "It seems as if you have a certain hatred or dislike of some sort against me.."

The Greek man didn't answer, as he continued with his shaving. It got a bit awkward for the Brit, since he was just trying to be friendly with the man in front of him. "Well.. We'll be living in the same house from now on, and I think we should get along.. Umm.."

It's so embarrassing, why do I have to be all nice with this twat..

"Umm.. Heracles, right?"

The Brit stood frozen when all of a sudden, Heracles attacked him with his electric razor. "Don't you dare call me by my name, you—"

Heracles stared blankly at him. He blinked as he looked at the Brit, his face in a confused expression. Turning off the razor, he then asked, "Uh.. Who are you?"

The Brit blinked at his question, a bit disoriented from what just happened. "Eh.. What?", he asked, as Heracles continued to shave. "You, whoever you are, should be at your home preparing for school." the Greek spoke nonchalantly, and after a few seconds, he turned the razor off and placed it back in a box. Arthur was more confused at his sudden attitude-change than being angry for getting almost attacked by an electric razor. "What do you mean—"

He noticed his own reflection in the mirror, horrified eyes as he screamed in utter shock.

"MY EYEBROWS!"

Elizaveta was about to leave her room, when she suddenly heard a scream from the bathroom. Rushing towards the bathroom to check if something happened, she found the Brit standing there, his horrified face frozen as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"My.. My eyebrows.. You shaved my eyebrows!", and he turned to the Greek man, who was looking at him with a confused expression. "Hey, I don't know who you are, but you should be getting home.", Heracles spoke nonchalantly.

Arthur noticed Elizaveta's presence, fuming in anger as he spoke, "Look at what your brother did to me! My thick eyebrows are gone that I can't even recognize myself at the mirror!"

Elizaveta glanced at the Brit's thinner eyebrows, confusion on her face. "Uh.. At least you still have your eyebrows..", and scratched the back of her neck as she continued. "..whoever you are."

"It's me! Arthur!", the Brit exclaimed as he slapped a palm on his forehead. What the bloody hell..

The brunette squinted her eyes as she looked at him. "M-Mr. Kirkland? You.. You look different. Way different."

My morning is ruined. My day is ruined.

A/N: I'm having a terrible writer's block right now.. I am just hoping that it will pass soon so I can write another chapter.