=Note= Here's chapter 8 for you guys. I had to really concentrate on this one though. It was hard! Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!

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British Butler

Chapter 8: My Butler, His Brothers

"Whoa! This is neat!" Alfred chirped, smashing his face to a display glass.

"Young master! Get your face off of the disgusting window this instant! There's no telling what kind of germs that are on-"

"Look Arthur! I wanna go there!" Alfred zipped off in a totally different direction while the Brit was distracted. Arthur groaned as he turned.

"It's 'want to' not wanna! Stop making up such vocabulary! And stop running off or you'll get lost!" Alfred slowed his speed, turning towards the other with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said looking down at his feet. "I never had been on this side of town before."

"That still gives you no right to run off," Arthur said softly with a sigh. "Why don't you help me with your bags from your previous store visits to the carriage? As soon as that's done, we can go explore as much as you want."

"Really?" Alfred eyes brightened with a grin taking half of his face. "Okay! Come on Arthur, don't be slow!" Arthur chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm before walking after him. He was perfectly capable of handing the load on his own. But it was about time Alfred learns how to do some work independently. What if Arthur wasn't there forever?

Arthur frowned at the thought. How stupid was he? If anything, it was the other way around. Arthur was immortal while Alfred…what was Alfred? From the sense he was making with Francis, he fully understood that Alfred wasn't exactly human, but he wasn't exactly vampire either. And never had Arthur heard in all the centuries he lived of a half bred child. Well, he met a couple, but they died. So does that mean Alfred would die too? That is, if Oliver wasn't playing with his mind.

Arthur shook his head. Bloody hell, he said to himself. Why am I thinking of such things? I need a nice up of hot tea.

"Arthur help!" someone called out his name. The Brit was now on high alert, frantically looking around.

"Alfred?" he called back. In a distance he saw a man heading towards the child was rapid speed. Other people continued on with their business, either too scared to help or just didn't care. "Bloody hell!" Arthur sprinted.

"Arthur!" Alfred cried out before his capture covered his mouth.

"Oi, shut it kid!" he hissed before looking around, trying to find an escape route. Alfred wiggled in the other's grasp, breaking free and biting his capture's hand. "Ow! You damn- stop it right now!"

"Come on Jack, we need to go," a shorted male with dirty blonde hair and curls said, eyes shifting nervously. "My shield won't last forever. Once it breaks the trance is gone and people will see that we are taking him away!"

"Get off my back, Kiwi!" the brunette snapped, struggling to keep a hold on the child. "This little nipper's stronger than he looks! At least help me!"

"I can't!" the other cried out. "Did you not just hear me say-"

"Your trance will soon break and people will see you?"

Both of them froze, the brunette now hold Alfred upside-down in an awkward grasp. Both males' green eyes were wide, and then they both looked at each other in shock. "What the- you can see us?" the blonde asked.

"As clear as a cloudless day," Arthur said, casually dusting off what seemed like a skillet he got from nowhere. "And it's not hard to miss the two of you arguing so loudly. I will tell you this once and only once." Arthur looked at them, eyes hard with a frown knitted in his thick eyebrows. "I would greatly appreciate it if you unhand my young master or suffer the consequences."

"Oooo! We're so scared of a petty human!" the brunette teased, laughing loudly. "Like your threats mean anything! Hey Kiwi, you hear this? This guy has got to be joking!" The brunette was throwing into a fit of laughter, Alfred now standing by the other's side. Alfred looked at the shorter male in confusion.

"What does he mean by that?" he asked.

"I-"

"You have exactly three seconds to let him go," Arthur calmly said. Alfred and the blonde looked at the butler who was now pulling on a different pair of gloves. "After the third count he better be by my side or you both will pay the price."

"Bring it on, human!" the cocky brunette taunted. "I'll show you how we kick ass Down Under!"

"Er, Jack-"

"Not now Kiwi," the one named Jack hissed. "I'm in the zone."

Arthur began to count. "One-"

"Jack-"

"Why are you so scared of a human!?"

"Two-"

"Don't you sense him, git! He bloody one of us!"

"How would you know that?" Jack asked, challenging the other.

"I don't get it," Alfred said, looking over at Arthur…whose eyes were now glowing red.

"Three."

Before anyone knew it, Jack was sent flying across the alley. James gasped. "Jack!"

Arthur appeared behind the other, grabbing him by the neck and threw him in the air. With a swift kick, Arthur knocked the other through a brick wall. He quickly grabbed Alfred, scooping him into his arms, bridal style.

"Kiwi!" Jack cried out, pitting out blood. He slowly stood up, his own eyes glowing red with his teeth bared. "Why you little prick! How dare you touch my brother!?"

In blind rage, the other charged at Arthur who had his back turned walking away. Alfred's eyes grew in fright, tugging on his butler's coat. "Arthur!"

Arthur grunted, tossing Alfred high in the air. He quickly turned on his heel, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the brunette. Kneeing him in the stomach, Arthur roundhouse him into another building. James came charging next, Arthur dodging every punch. Kneeling to pick up a pebble, Arthur flicked it at the other like a bullet.

James hissed, falling on his knees in pain. To his misfortune, the pebble hit him where the sun doesn't shine. James grabbed himself, falling to his knees with a whine.

"Whoa! Not cool!" Jack whined as he staggered out of the smoky ruins of the crumbled building. "That wasn't fair play! Why would you hit a make in his balls? Have you no heart, mate?"

Arthur side, holding his arms out and swiftly caught Alfred. The poor lad was shaken from his high toss.

Arthur turned to the other two, and in a knick of time as the trance broke. His frown was now smug, his eyebrows rose. "Now, if you gentlemen don't mind. I have to go meet my master."

"W-Wait!" James panted, reaching out towards the other. Jack made his way to the other's side, helping him stand to his feet. "Y-You're one of us, aren't you?"

"And so's the boy," Jack said, eyes looking down at Alfred. The young blonde tried his best to hide in the crook of Arthur's neck.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Arthur said.

"Of course you do," James said while standing to his feet. "But the boy doesn't know it, does he?"

"Arthur," Alfred whimpered.

"It's alright," Arthur cooed before his eyes hardened at the other two. "You will not say a think to this child, got it?"

"He has to know anyways," Jack said rolling his eyes. "And it's been awhile, hasn't it big brother?"

Arthur tensed at the title. Big brother? Wait…this can't be.

"Jack, James?"

"Damn, you're very slow aren't you?" Jack teased. "We're all grown up now, aren't we?"

"We've been searching for you," James said with a small smile. "We've been watching you for the last month just to formulate a plan on how to get you back."

"It was the boy we knew we needed to get," Jack said with a grin. "The little bloke has your heart, doesn't he?"

"I-"

"Now that we have you, it is safe to say we can escape," James cut in. "There's no way we'll let you stay a Frenchman's butler."

"I-I can't go," Arthur said. The scenes of a burning home and screaming Alfred came to mind. He couldn't leave. Not when it was so close to Francis snapping.

"And why not?" Jack huffed. "We've busted our asses trying to find you and you turn us down!?"

"If you want, you can bring the boy," James suggested. "Everyone's anxious to see you. Alley's been dying to know if you're alright."

Arthur's eyes softened at the mention of that name. He shook his head.

"I can't go with you-"

"But you should," Alfred's voice cut in. Arthur jumped, completely forgetting about the lad.

"Alfred-"

"They've been looking everywhere for you, Arthur. It's okay, I can find a new butler. I'll be okay."

"A butler must never leave his master," Arthur softly said. "And I'll never leave Alfred. You know this. I can't leave you alone with your father."

"I will have Feliciano, Elizeveta, Lovino and even Roderick to protect me," Alfred said with an innocent smile. "I want you to go with your family."

Arthur felt his eyes sting. Instant replays on Oliver's visions kept playing in his mind. The house, the servants, he couldn't leave them in the hands of a heartless man. He couldn't leave mere humans in the hands of a cold-hearted vampire.

But his family…they all have been searching for him.

He looked at Jack and James. He couldn't…he couldn't just abandon them either. Not after all the years they've been looking for him.

He didn't know where to go.

Setting Alfred on his feet and grabbing his hand, Arthur bowed slightly to the other two and turned on hi heel. "You gentlemen have a nice evening," he said walking off. "Come young master. We must search for you father now."

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"Arthur."

"Yes young master?"

It was nearly ten that night. Usually Arthur would not allow the other to stay up so late, but he said he was having nightmares so Arthur made the exception. Alfred was curled by Arthur's side, the elder laying beside him and holding the boy close to his chest. Alfred played with the fabric of his clothing, trying to avoid eye contact with his butler.

Arthur chuckled, pulling the boy's head up by the chin with his index finger. "What is it, my lord?" he asked, concerned.

"I-" Alfred started but paused to rephrase the question. "W-What exactly are you?"

Arthur tensed. He knew the boy would ask sooner or later considering the conversation between him and his brothers about being 'human'. Well, at least Jack's taunts tipped the young boy off. He really didn't think Alfred was paying attention.

"What made you ask that, lad?" he questioned.

Alfred shrugged. "I don't know. I just…I don't know. You don't act like normal people. I saw how you beat those two men up. It wasn't human at all. A-and what that man said…what are you Arthur? What am I?"

Arthur sighed, sitting up in the bed and ran his fingers through his messy hair. "I will explain this to you," he said. "But you have to be a big boy and take it."

=Note= I loved writing the fighting scene really. It was pretty fun to tell the truth. Alright, so, what do you think of this chapter? Reviews are welcomed! If there are incorrect grammar and spelling, please ignore and I'll find time to go back and edit!