Ian waited impatiently, yet did his best to hide his impatience, for Arthur to come down from his bedroom to eat breakfast Monday morning. He smirked to himself as he thought bout his and Chelle's plan to figure out who the dirty blonde was dating. 'I shouldn't be meddling with his love life but he is my youngest brother, therefore he needs the protection. Even if he doesn't think he needs it. Plus I'm just making sure he's not doing anything stupid again,' the Scot thought as he sipped his coffee.

It only took a few more minutes for Arthur to enter the kitchen, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. "Good morning baby brother," Ian sang out, hiding his smirk behind his coffee cup. Arthur just rolled his eyes, "Morning. No toast?" Ian shook his head and briefly thought about mentioning Chelle but thought better of it.

Arthur set the kettle to boil water so he could make himself tea and turned to stare at his brother. Neither looked away from the other, Ian smirking and Arthur growing slightly annoyed at his brother for an unknown reason. "Why are you staring at me?" The British teen finally asked with a huff.

The red head just shrugged and looked away. "Well I'm going to head to work. Have a good day and I'll just see yah after work and such." He ruffled the blonde's hair as he walked past him, Arthur scowled and attempted to flatten his messy hair.

~oOo~

Later in French class Arthur stared at Francis as the Frenchman taught, never noticing the stares he was receiving of his own from a certain cousin of said Frenchman. Chelle would every once in a while write something down in her notebook, no one else really taking notice, as she watched Arthur make comments to Francis on his teaching. 'It's almost like they're teasing each other.' The girl thought. 'No, Francis is just a big flirt and Arthur just hates French.'

But never the less she wrote down more notes on the blonde. 'It's almost like I'm a stalker,' she thought with a quiet giggle.

Arthur and Francis remained oblivious to the staring girl while another person seemed to be allowing his eyes to flicker between Chelle and the blonde before rolling lavender eyes and taking his own notes with doodles.

~OoO~

Chelle looked around the crowded cafeteria for a now very familiar dirty blonde head. She frowned as she realized that she wasn't able to locate him. She slowly made her way to a table that two other boys sat at. "Bonjour, don't you two hang around with Arthur?"

Vlad tilted his head and stared at Chelle for a few seconds, just enough for her to become slightly uncomfortable, before answering, "Yes. Why?"

"I'm ah... I have to talk to him," the girl answered simply.

Lukas shrugged. "He's probably in the French room." Vladimir kicked him under the table but Chelle ignored the blonde's wince of pain. "Oh? Why?"

"He uh sort of sucks at the class. So the French teacher tutors him," the Romanian said with a shrug.

Chelle nodded in thought. "Well thanks. Au revoir!"

Lukas watched as Chelle was nearly running out of the cafeteria. "I get the feeling that we just did something terrible." Vlad nodded. "You too? Glad I'm not the only one."

The Norwegian teenager narrowed his eyes in thought. "You think we should warn Arthur? I get this strange feeling that she's meddlesome and that she's going to the French room." Vladimir nodded and took out his phone.

~oOo~

Arthur sat on the edge of Francis's desk as he ate his sandwich. "So I think that Matthew should be able to play with Alfred." Francis raised an eyebrow at the messy haired Brit. "I think the kid was nice. And they got along rather swimmingly if I do say so myself," Arthur defended.

Francis nodded slowly, "From what Matthieu and you have told me he seems like a nice kid. I'll have to see if I'm allowed to take him on a play date. Maybe he can stay for dinner. I'll make chocolate chip pancakes!" The Frenchman thought about the last time Matthew had pancakes for dinner. "Or maybe something else."

Arthur nodded. "I can make scones." Francis paled and quickly shook his head. "Oh non non! That is perfectly fine! I will handle all cooking!"

The Brit scowled, "My cooking is perfectly fine, thank you very much!"

"Yes, that is why it tastes like burnt rocks," Francis retorted dryly. Arthur scowled even harder.

Bzz Bzz Bzz!

"What was that?" Francis looked around. Arthur shrugged and pulled his phone from his pocket, "Just Vlad texting me." He opened up the text. "Warning! Incoming annoyance 12'o clock! Stop doing the dirty you pervs! ;)" Arthur flushed a bright red.

Francis fought the urge to read the text over his boyfriends shoulder. "Eh everything alright cher?" "Huh?" Arthur jumped slightly then forced a laugh, "Yeah! Yes. Completely. We have an incoming annoyance, whatever that means though." 'I'm going to kill him! We aren't even doing anything remotely dirty!'

"An incoming what?" Francis barely got the sentence out before there was a loud knocking at the door. He slowly opened it then visibly relaxed as he saw that it was only Chelle. "Bonjour chéri. Not that I'm not happy to see you but what are you doing here?"

Chelle grinned brightly. "I just wanted to know when I could babysit for Mattie again!" She lied smoothly. "I haven't seen the cutie for months it feels like! Oh hey Arthur! What are you doing here?" The girl slid into the room and sat at a desk right in front of Arthur.

Arthur glanced over to Francis and quickly averted his eyes back to Chelle unaware that she was taking a mental note. "Extra tutoring?" He offered. She nodded quickly, "Understandable. So are you two going over the lesson again or starting homework? Mind if I stay?" She looked over pleadingly to her cousin.

The Brit scowled softly. 'No we want you to go away.' He thought. Francis's thoughts were along the same line but he couldn't just tell her to leave without throwing up some sort of red flags. "Of course you can stay. We were just about to start homework." Arthur stuck his tongue out at the blonde man while Chelle was still looking away from him.

Francis smirked slightly as Arthur slowly took out the assignment for the night.

Chelle quickly took out her own notebook and kept an eye on the Brit. "Subject seems to loathe French so I don't understand why he is going to extra tutoring during lunch. He also seems to dislike Francis a lot, so once again I don't understand why he's at more tutoring when he could be at lunch with secret girl/boyfriend. Further analysis is needed."

A/N: so sorry for another short chapter. I've been quite busy. I start college in August and I finally got my classes. Pre-med here I come! Wish me luck x3 I'm going to try really hard to have this done by the time I start school so again wish me luck. Also, my dog had another surgery again today! So far she is still stoned out of her mind and it is more amusing than it should be. Thank you guys for being so patient with me!