My bros! I'm sorry about all the grammatical errors in this fic, I'll fix them someday~ Please, please review, it makes me extremely happy.
That night at dinner, Arthur sat with an Austrian boy called Roderich. Arthur found that the two of them had a lot in common, but at the same time not. Roderich liked cake, Arthur liked tea. Roderich didn't like marine life, Arthur couldn't swim. The two of them also had a dislike for loud, albino Germans
"Do you have any hobbies?" asked Arthur
"I like to play the piano, make Art and bake cakes. You?"
"Hmm…" Arthur pondered it for a second "I like to sew."
"Excuse me" Roderich said, picking up his dirty plates, dumping them in front of Gilbert and Francis.
"Clean them." Roderich said staring at them coldly for a few seconds he then rejoined Arthur.
Arthur just stared for a few moments, laughed, coughed and laughed again.
Francis and Gilbert went into the kitchen with everyone's unclean plates in hand.
The Austrian yawned "I need my beauty sleep, so I'll have to say goodnight to you Arthur"
The concept of Roderich needing beauty sleep made Arthur smile and giggled some more. He hadn't laughed this much in a long time.
"Sleep well Roderich" said Arthur, who then proceeded to cover his mouth and cough.
"I intend to" replied Roderich, walking out of the dining room.
Arthur took his dishes into the kitchen, put them down, pulled up a chair and started to inquire as to why they were such dicks.
"Why did you lock me out?" he said, giving the two fifteen year olds an icy stare.
"I'm not sure lapin. We saw you sleeping and we just wanted to see how you'd look after a night of-"
"Francis! Shut the fuck up! Don't say 'we' it's 'I' as in 'I Francis am a creepy perv who has a thing for Arthur three days after meeting him because that's just how I roll. I also think that Gilbert is awesome.' I just thought it would be fun to see the look on your face, I didn't mean for you to get sick. I didn't think you would."
"What sort of an imitation was that? It was truly terrible. You should have sounded sexier and less German" said Francis who then started to give Gilbert a lecture on how he'd failed to capture his sexy voice correctly.
"Why would..." Arthur paused, suddenly caring a whole lot less "You guys are idiots." Said Arthur, walking out of the kitchen not wanting to hear Francis say the word 'sexy' five times a sentence for the length of his rant on 'sexiness'.
Arthur sighed. He was now sitting in the garden with the lone gnome he had found near a bed of roses, just watching the clouds become less and less visible as the night sky began to light up with stars. The gnome still looked as lonely as ever. Arthur was thinking of going and getting another gnome to keep it company. He recalled a book he had read to Ralph and Peter about gnomes when he was eight. 'The life of gnomes' was its name if he recalled correctly. One page stuck out in his mind, there was a rather well executed picture of a lady gnome sitting with two gnome children on her lap, they all had such happy faces and long, pointy hats, it was hard not to giggle at the happy thought. 'It's good to be in the cuddle circle' it said beneath them. Arthur had remembered this page in particular because Ralph and Peter decided to hug Arthur's legs until they all had to sleep, claiming that they had made a cuddle circle of their own. Sadly, the book had burned in a fire not three days before the rest of Arthur's family (excluding Ralph, who was safely waiting for the family with Arthur in a nearby train station) and possessions (excluding mint bunny, the cricket bat and the…stuffed crocodile the two boys had decided to hold onto no matter what after the fire that had obliterated half of their home) had perished in the smouldering hole that was once (half of) their home.
He heard the door from the kitchen open, then the clacking of boots on the small cobblestone path close to where Arthur sat. Arthur looked over to see who was passing, only to see Alfred and an Alfred lookalike with longer hair.
"Heya Artie!" said Alfred, while his doppleganger remained silent.
"Hello... Alfred"
"This is Mattie, my brother! He can't make friends 'cause he's from Canadia so I'm introducing him to everyone!" Arthur immidiatly felt sorry for Alfred's brother. Not because he 'couldn't make friends' but for having someone as... special... as Alfred for a sibling.
"H-hello Arthur, I'm Mathew Williams. Nice to meet you"
A/N:
I'm sorry I'm so lazy~ in the future I'll try to update before my parents decide to drag me on a week long holiday up Kosciusko again.