Something to hold you guys out until the next chapter...which might take awhile...^^' Excuse my British slang. :P I'm really bad at it.

Update: Neko Berrie 202 was very kind to correct my on my awful Scottish accent. Thanks :D

Arthur didn't want to be there. No, seriously. Getting out of the house be damned, he just wanted to go home, not that he appreciated that place much either.

He had thought that this trip would be refreshing...But no truly British individual considers visiting Revolutionary war bases a breath of fresh air. No, this was shameful. Alfred wouldn't let it go. (Dammit, how did he end up being friends with Alfred again? Oh right, he was the only person interested in being friends with him.)

At least at home he could have mostly peace and quiet while chilling in his room. (Having a little brother made it impossible to achieve perfect peace and quiet, but he was used to that by now.) He couldn't escape teasing, that was a daily part of his life at this point, but having a social life was exhausting. In all honesty, he'd rather be teased at home.

Fortunately for him, he got so-very-unfortunately stuck with his siblings in the room assignments. Score!

Weirdly, they hadn't even spent much time in the room. Arthur had had a goal of visiting ever coffee shop around for the best tea, and his brothers thought it'd be best to accompany him, lest he got in trouble. They appreciated tea too.

Casey'd left the key to the room with Tino, their brother's babysitter. No, they didn't trust him. Hell no, who trusts the guy who went after his aunt with a machete? Why did this entire family hire him as babysitter even? That was dumb. No, they didn't trust him, but he was better than almost anyone in that group of brats. They weren't giving the key to freaking Lizzy. She'd sneak through Arthur's diary and find his secret crush or something...Not that he had any of those things.

Hopefully those kids wouldn't destroy the whole place.

Casey had gone hours ago to do some..."Business", and left the other three brothers to their own devices.

That was hours ago. Where the bloody hell was he?

"Don't you think one of us should have stayed behind? I don't think we can trust Tino and his wanker friends to not destroy the place." Arthur sniffed, his hands warmed by the giant plastic cup of tea he had. Not the best way to drink the stuff, but decent enough for now.

"Nah, 'till be awright," Alistair said. "Sides, Tino'll kick their arses anyway!"

Dylan nodded in agreement.

"I bloody hope so."

No one knew what time it was, since none of them ever kept a watch on them. God knows it was late. The hotel hall lights were dim. All the official chaperones were probably asleep, not a good sign.

Suddenly, a group of kids bolted out of a room, their room, giggling up a storm while running like drunk people down the hallway, tripping over themselves and falling on the floor. (Arthur had seen his brothers get drunk enough times to know what that looked like.) He was pretty sure he spotted Ludwig Beilschmidt and Feliciano Vargas in that mix, as well as Lizzy, Alfred, Kiku, and Lovino Vargas.

"GOOD RIDDANCE." Casey's voice boomed from around the corner. "GET OUT." He sighed. "GOOD NIGHT."

Their neighboring room mate banged on the wall and shouted at them to shut up.

"What happened?" Dylan asked as they met Casey at the door.

"See for yourselves!" Either Casey was angry, or super drunk. It was always hard to tell.

Arthur couldn't see over his brothers, but he knew something was amiss. By their groans, extra-bad swearing, and random facepalms, he was pretty sure someone had destroyed the place.

"Is Tino still in there?" He asked, trying to stand on tip-toe to see what was going on.

"Nope. He's gone."

Finally, Arthur had the nerve to punch his way through to the open door. His eyes widened.

"...What the bloody hell...?"