Arthur never did get that alcohol off Mathias. What can he say? The Dane can run. He did manage to get sick. Possibly from the rain that came later in the afternoon or possibly from being locked out of the dorm by Ralph, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis that night. Ralph had gotten the three to 'sleep over' (if you can call it that. Everyone except the Italians stayed in the same building out the back of the house) and they all decided that it would be a fabulous idea to take a sleeping Arthur out of his warm bed and leave him outside in the mud with his only his blanket and bunny for warmth, the wankers.

In the morning, Arthur was rather surprised that he was still alive and breathing, as were the stupid wankers who put him out there in the first place.

"Dude you're awesome!" said Gilbert.

"You wankers!" Arthur tried and failed to stand up "take me inside, I can't stand up."

"Okay, Arturo" said Antonio smiling and picking up the smaller boy.

"Don't call me that, you fucking Spaniard" said Arthur, sneezing, coughing, then closing his eyes, with the intention of going to sleep but failing to because of a loud, self proclaimed 'god of awsome'.

"Awww, you're learning how to use naughty words!"

"Shut it you bastard German"

"Hey! Hey! Why's Artie look so sick?" questioned a voice that could only belong to Alfred. Arthur groaned.

"Because these twats left me outside all night" Arthur said, eyes closed.

"Oh! Cool!" said Alfred following them into Arthur and Ralph's bedroom.

"Just tell me what the time is, you douche nozzles" said Arthur, getting increasingly pissed off. He wanted to know if he could have a wash and get ready for school in time.

"I don't know brah. Guess!" said Ralph.

"TELL ME THE FUCKING TIME YOU GODDAMNED WANKERS"

"About seven o'clock, lapin" Francis said, unknowingly saving them all from a slow and painful death.

"Good. And I'm not your rabbit, Francis. Now help me walk, I need a shower and new clothes" said Arthur after being set down on his bed.

"I can do better than that, lapin. I could shower with you"

"You need professional help, Francis" said Ralph.

"You're so funny-"said Francis, about to give a witty retort when he was cut off by Arthur.

"Get me my fuckin' clothes." said Arthur, directing it at no one in particular.

"Okay, Arturo" said Antonio, looking in the wardrobe "wow, everything's so neat~ you're clothes are all *gasp* folded" after looking at the clothes in astonishment for a few moments he got to what he was supposed to doand plopped a white shirt, a tie, a coat and some pants on the bed.

"Thank you" Arthur tried to get up again, this time with more success "I think I can take myself to the bathroom" he said, grabbing his clothes and walking out slowly.

"Dude, why do you think he couldn't walk right?"

"Dunno man. It's one of life's great mysteries"

Arthur, of course, knew the reason. He had had an extremely nasty fall when he'd tried to get into one of the higher windows. You'd think he'd be smart enough to not do that, but when you're tired and cold your judgement becomes slightly impaired.

He walked into the shower and started to think about things. Things like how good washing mud out of your hair is, how he was going to kill the ones who brought on the mud in the first place and postcards and what to put on them to send to his friend back in London. Arthur tuned off the tap, dried himself off and threw on his clothes.

After walking out into the hallway of his dorm he suddenly felt extremely cold. Soldiering on, he made it to the front door of the main house where Ralph and Alfred were waiting for him.

"No school for you today Artie" said Alfred.

"Yeah, Alvise found out what happened somehow and he gave out punishments to each of us, Gilbert and Francis have to clean the dishes for the next two months while me and Antonio do the gardening" said Ralph.

"So you have to go to bed now~" said Alvise, jumping up from behind Ralph and Alfred.

" WHATTHEFU-"

"Off you go Arthur~" he said, cutting Ralph off

"But… I want to go to school…"

"You're so pommy, Arthur~ just chill and get better!" Ralph exclaimed, still recovering from the shock of Alvise being a creepy mo'fo.

"Bye Arthur! I hope you get better!" Alfred said just before leaving

"I never said I was sick either…" said Arthur.

The children of the orphanage had all started to leave the house at this point, most had walked out the front door already.

"Bastard, just look at yourself in the mirror and you'll see why we say 'get well soon'" said Lovino as he left. Arthur started to cough. Lovino stopped to pat him on the back "I'll get Feli to make you pasta after school if you want to eat" Lovino started to walk again.

"Why not make it yourself?"

"Can't be fucked!" Lovino shouted as he walked through the big metal gates of the orphanage.

Arthur heard a large noise come from upstairs. The house had been completely empty (exept for Arthur) since about fifteen minutes earlier when every kid had gone to school and Alvise said he had shopping to do in town with Kurt. When Arthur asked what he was shopping for Alvise just shook his head and said that it was a 'super magic amazing surprise for everyone'. So Arthur was alone. And there were some clunks coming from upstairs. Being a rational person, he just assumed there was an open window hitting the wall or something, so he went back to his dorm and slept for a he woke up and found himself unable to go back to sleep, he decided to explore the house, familiarise himself with layout and whatnot. Of course, unless he was invited in he wouldn't go into other people's rooms, so that just left the dining room, the kitchen, the bathrooms, the garden and all the storage closets. His leg hurt but he was twelve now, he could tough it out. He was an extremely manly genleman after all.

The garden was rather big. It had a picnic table placed near a huge tree with a tire swing, flower beds, smaller trees, a tool shed and one gnome that looked rather lonely by itself.

The kitchen and bathrooms looked how they usually look. They were extremely clean with white tiles everywhere.

The dining room seemed to have nothing but red furniture for some reason and the storage closets (big surprise) had things and dust in them.

There was one storage closet left to check and Arthur had yet to find the source of the clunking noise, of course the clunk could've come from a bedroom. Opening the door, he noticed how hard it was to turn the handle, the lack of dust in his face, then the stairs, the shiny, clean stairs.

Arthur looked at them for a moment. The sign on the door said 'storage cupboard' so why…?

After a few seconds of internal debate Arthur decided to climb the stairs.

At the top was a room. Quite a nice one at that, it had book shelves on every wall that wasn't covered in pictures of princesses, knights and creatures. It also had a rather large amount of stuffed animals on the floor. But in the middle of it all was a huge bed and sitting on the bed, eyes on Arthur was a boy who looked about the same age as Arthur, he had shaggy strawberry blond hair, red eyes and rather large canine teeth.

"Hi! I'm Vlad! I'm surprised you found here, not a whole lot of people go looking in storage closets in the middle of the night!" said the boy cheerfully.

Arthur coughed "I'm Arthur. What do you mean the middle of the night? It's 12pm."

The boy, Vlad, looked out the window to his right. "Oh! Of course! It's just last time I checked, it was 12am. Nice to meet you Arthur! Do you want to read the tale of Ileana Cosânzeana with me? It's my favorite!"

"What now? What's that?"

"My favorite story of all time! It's about a beautiful princess called Ileana Cosânzeana and… and I love it!"

Picking up on Vlad's foreign accent, Arthur asked him "Is it in English?"

"No… It's in Romanian."

'So that's where he's from. Good to know.' Thought Arthur.

"So do you wanna read it?"

"Sorry, I can't read Romanian."

"Too bad… I have other stories that are in English!"

"That would be nice" said Arthur sitting on the ground.

"Hey, Arthur?" said Vlad flipping through a book

"Yes?"

"Are you unwell?"

"Yeah, I got locked out of my room last night" Arthur began to cough violently. For some reason a voice that sounded suspiciously a lot like Ralph rang through his head they went like "You'll only feel sick if you think about it brah" Arthur groaned. His cousin was infecting him with Bogan (A/N: believe me, Bogan-ness is infectious).

Arthur had looked in the mirror after he woke up and thought that he looked smashing, or as smashing as one can look when they're sick, so it made him sad how Vlad had guessed so quickly. At this rate he mightn't go to school tomorrow either. Sad.

"That's not good; you should go back to bed" said Vlad.

"I'd like to, but we won't be able to read stories together if I do"

"True, but I don't want a new friend to get sicker" Arthur was touched. He'd had another friend now! that made about… three, obviously excluding the three (four?) wankers who made him sick if they could count as friends.

"I'll go then. Bye Vlad" Arthur began the short but long journey back to his room.

"Bye Arthur! I hope you get better! If you don't I'll be unhappy." Vlad waved him off dramatically, dabbing at his eyes with a hanky.

'Strange boy' thought Arthur, closing the door to the stairs.

To think, not once did Arthur find it strange for a Romanian kid with no sense of time, red irises and large canines to be living at the top of some probably purposely hidden stairs.

ERMAHGERD I LURV U GAIZ. But really though, I'm so happy~ 10 people following this story! You guys are the bestest!*happy dance*