Chapter Two

[No One's] - Point of View

Arthur got home, ignoring his parents and went upstairs. He was still upset about Alfred and what happened at school. Wales followed him upstairs, but stopped when Arthur locked the door.

"Arthur I want to talk to you," Wales said, knocking on his door.

"Go away!" Arthur replied, putting his head on the pillow as he layed down on his bed.

"I just want to talk to you," Wales said, getting a lock and opening Arthur's door.

"I don't," Arthur said, and hugged his stuffed unicorn.

"Dude," Wales said, and now sitting on Arthur's bed. "What's wrong?"

"It's about my first day," Arthur replied.

Wales stared at him. "What about it?"

"That American kid, Alfred," Arthur continued. "I usually thought all Americans were nice, but noooo!"

"You can't trust people of their personality by their facial expression," Wales said. "Stop being a baby and ignore that kid if you have to."

"What if he still bugs me?" Arthur asked him, looking into Wales's eyes. He looked back.

"Give him a good punch in the face, if that's for sure!" Wales yelled, getting up and opening the bedroom door. Arthur nodded and looked at the ceiling while laying down. Wales was right, he really should ignore him, or beat him up.

But no! He would be in trouble, he hated being trouble whatsoever, even with other people. Arthur couldn't possibly beat Alfred up. If so...

Arthur walked out of his room and sat on the floor. He was thinking for a moment, then his so called "imaginary" friend came along. Flying Mint Bunny was flying around him, and Arthur tickled his/her [he possibly can't tell the gender] stomach.

"How are you, pupsik?" Arthur asked. He knew the word "pupsik" in Russian meant "cutie" in English, as a friend of Arthur named Ivan Braginski taught him, before he moved away back to Russia.

He then stopped, as the flying mint bunny also stopped. When he mentioned the Russian word, he started thinking about Ivan Braginski, the kid who was bigger than the other children and wore a scarf all the time. He usually hurt the younger kids before Arthur met Alfred, including Arthur, himself...

It was a snowy day. Children were hitting each other with snowballs and making snowmen. Arthur was laying down on the soft, white, snow, making snow angels. His so called friend named Francis Bonnefoy who was from France, (who had seperated with him a few years after) then poked Arthur.

"Arthur," Francis said.

"Huh?" Arthur, the seven year old, said.

"Look over zere," Francis said, and pointed in a certain direction.

"W-who's that?" Arthur asked him.

"It's the boy you're always scared of," Francis replied, and Arthur got up immediately.

"Ivan Braginski?" Arthur asked.

"Yes," Francis said. "But I don't want him to destroy my perfectly beautiful face, so bye!" And Francis ran off.

"Wait!" Arthur yelled, but Ivan started approaching him as other children ran away from him.

"You will become one with Mother Russia, da?" Ivan said to Arthur, looking very horrifying.

"N-n-no!" Arthur yelled again.

"Why?" Ivan asked. "Why, a stupid little kid, must disagree on becoming one with Mother Russia?"

Arthur backed away from him. He was too scared to even reply. Ivan grabbed a faucet pipe and a pickaxe and showed them to Arthur.

"Which hurts more?" Ivan asks him. "Faucet pipe or pickaxe?"

"B-b-b-both," Arthur muttered, and Russia grinned cheerfully.

"Pickaxe it is!" Ivan said, and aimed at Arthur's chest.

"N-N-N-NOOOO!" Arthur yelled.

A sharp pain hit Arthur. Arthur fell to the ground and he touched what seemed to be a wound. It started trickling of blood, and Arthur could see Ivan still grinning cheerfully, then all he could see was nothing. Nothing... nothing... nothing... at all...

"I'm fine!" The flying mint bunny responded after silence, and sitting on Arthur's head, and Arthur started shaking.

Arthur looked at the flying mint bunny sadly, and rubbed his chest. He could still feel the wound from his light sweater.

"Why looking gloom all of a sudden?" Flying Mint Bunny asked Arthur.

"Public issues," Arthur replied, and heard his mother calling his name.

"Arthur!" Mrs. Kirkland said. "I want to talk to you!"

Arthur walked downstairs, Flying Mint Bunny following him, then disappeared. his mother had a stern look stuck to her face as he was walking up to her.

"Arthur, I know what happened in school today, but it's not too bad," She said, and set Arthur on the couch.

"Not too bad?" Arthur asked. "Mum, I was completely embarassed!"

"You'll get over it soon," Mrs. Kirkland said. "Now eat up, I don't want you to eat those scones at midnight."

Arthur nodded, and he sat at the dinner table. Ireland was stuffing all the food he could ever fit in his mouth, Arthur looked at him, disgusted.

"Wha?" Ireland asked with the food in his mouth, and Arthur's head fell in his bowl. A bowl full of soup, and Arthur sighed as Scotland tried to hold a straight face in front of him.

That following night, Arthur's father had got the hairdryer and forced Arthur into the bathroom, drying his hair that was soaked in soup.