Wow! Just wow! I never expected this story to get any views and yet it, in such a short amount of time, has really taken off. I never expected people to even read the first chapter, but here I am writing the 7th. I'm honestly so grateful to anyone who has read this far, and it means a hell of a lot to me! On with the story!

I had no idea what I'd say to them; they didn't really get on very well, so I didn't want to stir anything up even more than it was. I had to tell them though; if I didn't, it would be worse in the long term when I would need more help. I took a deep breath and knocked on Alistair's door. "Who's there?"

"Arthur." I could feel my hands trembling. It was harder to tell an older sibling, because he and Seamus had been like parents to me. Donovan had always been distant though, but I was nervous about telling him too. I was standing outside his room for what seemed to be an age before he told me to come in.

"So, what is it, little brother? You don't pay me personal visits." He said grinning "Good news?" I fought to keep a straight face and sat beside him on the sofa, trying not to look at him.

"Not as such…" It felt like my insides had just vanished, and I was left feeling hot and guilty. I could understand why Dylan didn't want to come with me. "You see, Francis broke up with me, because I'm an idiot." I didn't look at him; I just stared at my hands in my lap.

"What do you mean?" he sounded threatening, like if I said the wrong thing he'd kill me. I felt my insides wrench and the heat rise in my face.

"Well, he found something, and made assumptions…" How was I supposed to tell him? He said what he would do if he ever found out that Francis and I had done it. How was I supposed to tell him I was pregnant? I felt him tense next to me, but he stayed silent. "Flying mint bunny gave me some news, and I needed further proof you see…" I could hear him breathing angrily; Francis was going to get hurt… there was no doubt.

"What news would that be?" he said trying to keep a steady voice. I was in trouble; possibly as much as Francis. We'd always bickered, but maybe this would be the last straw. I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't look at him.

"Well… you see-"

"Out with it!" I flinched.

"I- I'm pregnant." I felt guilty and embarrassed; I'd confessed to my older brother something I didn't want to tell anyone. He was silent for a moment, before he stood up swiftly. "Where are you going?" I exclaimed, noticing the anger in his movements.

"First, I'm going to beat that Frenchy to a pulp; then I'm going to the pub."

"Don't!" I exclaimed looking up at him for the first time that day.

"Why not, after what he did to you?" he sounded ready to kill "I don't even want to know how it happened!" he said disappointedly and with a little disgust that made me look down again "But to leave you because of that is… I'm going to kill him."

"Please, don't…" I said hopelessly, I knew what he could be like when something made him angry like this.

"Why not? I hated the disappointment in his voice, and the shame I felt for it "Don't tell me you still love him."

"So what if I did? I'm the one who made a mistake! He thought I was cheating on him with some girl!" I cried. "How would you feel?!" tears were streaming from my eyes again. He stayed silent for a moment, probably taken back by what I'd said.

"I'm still going to beat him… for hurting you; just like I said I would." I grabbed him, and turned him to face me again.

"And what will that solve, exactly?" I stared into his eyes; they were green, just like mine. His expression hardened, and he looked at me resentfully.

"Fine, but if Seamus agrees with me, it's lights out for the frog." He turned towards the door, pulling me with him. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, but there was nothing I could do about it. "This is your last chance to tell me this is a joke, Arthur; if you tell me now, I won't do anything." I stayed silent, keeping up with his pace, so it felt less like I was being dragged by him. "Well, it was worth a try…" I could tell that he hated what was going on, probably more so than myself, but he was trying to keep a level head about it, for which I appreciated greatly.

We arrived at Seamus's room, and he knocked loudly. "Who's there?" I heard a voice from inside call.

"Alistair and Arthur," he said tensely.

"Where's Dylan?" it was a fair question, considering that the only time my brothers and me would ever spend time together was if we were all together, and it was some sort of gathering.

"He's not here…"

"Why?" Alistair rolled his eyes, he hated how purposefully awkward our Irish brother would make things for him especially.

"Just let us in, Arthur here has something to tell you." He said it, almost jesting, like I'd wet the bed, or wanted to tell him that I'd broken his favourite toy… if only.

"Oh? Come in, I guess." He said interestedly. Alistair opened the door and ushered me through "So, what is it?" I glared at Alistair, feeling my face heat up again.

"I-I'm… well I-uh-"

"He's pregnant… it's Francis's." Seamus just looked shocked "I didn't want to know either, apparently the frog left him… thought the test was some girl's…"

"Oh…" his face went from shock, to confusion, to disgust; then settled on anger. "I'll kill him!" well, Francis was doomed "I said I'd hurt him if he hurt our brother!" they both angered quickly, just like myself. Except, I wasn't angry; I just felt hopeless, and lost. Half the reason they were doing this wasn't because they were angry at him, they just wanted to take out their frustrations on someone. He seemed to be a deserving victim to them. They started walking to the Frenchman's door me trying desperately to get them to stop. They wouldn't stop, no matter what I said. "Quit it, Arthur, just go to your room, and let us deal with this." I didn't stop.

They knocked calmly on his door, as if to try and take him by surprise, but he was brighter than most, and probably knew exactly who it was, and for was. "'Allo?" I heard his voice call out. It made my insides wrench. I heard him walk to the door, and open it. He didn't run away for once, but when he saw me, his face turned "Was this your idea, Angleterre?" he said despairingly. Before I could tell him that I had nothing to do with it, and I'd been pleading with them to stop, Alistair swung a punch at his jaw.

"Stop!" I cried out, but they didn't. Another fist connected with his face, and another in his gut. I tried to pull them away, but they were too pumped with adrenaline and repressed anger to let me. "Please! Stop!" tears poured down my face "He's had enough! I never asked you to do this! Stop!" they just kept going, throttling him with blow after blow.

"Ah, everyone wants a piece of this gorgeousness, don't they?" he said, trying to retain his composure after receiving the beating. He received a punch directly to his nose for the comment, and blood started to pour from it. Suddenly I noticed the cold floor against my knees; I must have fallen down. I couldn't stand; I just stared at them beating him senselessly.

"I'm so sorry, Francis…" I whispered quietly, as I watched him hopelessly. Even after all of the blows he received, he didn't lose the smug smile on his face; it was bitter, but he was still smiling.

I don't know how long they beat him for; I had stayed there, collapsed on the floor and crying, until one of my brothers hefted me onto their back and carried me to my room. I didn't even get a chance to say sorry, before I was carried away like a child.

I stayed in my bed, too tired to cry for a while, but they didn't leave. "We did it for you, Arthur." I heard one of them say. Ha! For me? I'd asked them not to; I'd cried out for them to stop, because I was the one in the wrong. I stayed silent, my face down in the pillow. This wasn't what brothers did for each other! Brothers were meant to be supportive, and listen. They just took advantage of the situation and twisted it for their own means. There was no way Francis would ever forgive me now. "We told you he was no good." But I was the one in the wrong! I should have explained it better! I wished that I could explain to them, but they only heard what they wanted to hear from me. To be honest, I think they resented me for the fact that it was my empire that had power over them, even though they were older than me.

"If it was for me, you would have stopped when I asked you to." I said into the pillow on my bed quietly. They stayed silent for a moment. I got up and got out of the bed "I feel sick." I sprinted to the toilets, just in time, and spewed my guts into the porcelain. So we meet again, huh? I thought to myself as I found myself clutching the sides of the bowl for the second time that day.

"Woah! England, are you ok?" I heard Alistair ask from behind me. Apparently they had followed me. I breathed heavily, before another bout of nausea hit me and caused me to wretch into the bowl again. I was getting used to the taste, and the burning in my throat; it was far from pleasant, but I could get used to it.

"Of course he's not ok, you idiot!" I heard the sound of Seamus's hand strike the back of the Scot's head. "Does he look ok to you?" he said sharply. I had forgotten how much Seamus and Donovan liked to insult Alistair, but there wasn't much I could do at that point in time. I wretched again, this time, I felt a hand on my back. I didn't know whose it was, but I appreciated it all the same.

After I felt like I wasn't going to throw up anymore, I stood up and wiped my mouth on my sleeve. "Ugh, I need a drink." I said a little hoarsely. I walked to the water cooler, with my two brothers in tow. "You don't need to follow me you know." I said; I was slightly irritated by their presence, because I hated them seeing me in such a vulnerable position, and their constant bickering.

"Aye, we do. You could get sick again." Alistair said, trying to sound wiser than he was.

"Yes, we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Seamus said, getting some of his cheer back from being angry at my brother.

"Just leave me alone…" I was at my wit's end with both of them.

"No." they said in unison, laughing. A part of me really believed that the reason they were there was to watch me suffer. They were cruel…

"Fine; if you want to be helpful could one of you call Donovan and get him to come over?" I said matter-of-factly. They exchanged looks of awkwardness and agreed that since Seamus was on better terms with him than Alistair, it would be better if he did it.

"We should have a family meeting. All of us need to be present. You can even bring that kid if you like." Seamus said sensibly. "Not that I like him, but I know you still think of him as a brother for some reason…" I really did wish that they regarded him as family, because I was the only one out of us who did. I had heard, though, that Sweden and Finland had been visiting him. I also heard that he was spending a lot of time with a boy named Latvia. I was partially glad that he had made some friends, but I was also a little concerned that they didn't know what they'd gotten themselves into. "I'll call him now." He said brightly, dialling the number in his phone, "Hey, Donovan it's me…. No…Yes?...I'm telling you?... I'm telling you….ok….I was just wondering if you could visit… we want to have a family meeting… no…. just because you left doesn't mean we forgot… you are… Arthur has some news… yes you have to be there!... we'll tell you when we get here… Tomorrow?... fine! The day after…bye." He sighed pressing the end call button. "You get all that?"

And that's all your getting for now; stay tuned!

I'm quite happy with the way this chapter came out, but I did make a lot happen all at once, but I guess that's the point, considering it did all happen pretty quickly.

Question time!

How will Donovan react with the news?

How will Iggy get Francis back now?

When will the rest of the school find out?

What character should be introduced in the next chapter? (This does not include Donovan, seeing as he has kind of already been mentioned)

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