Story: Arthur, Chapter 3
Note: For several reasons, in this AU, Sealand, who won't play MUCH of a role, per say, is going to be a female. Her name will be 'Wendy Kirkland' just because... Even so, honestly, I'm not that fond of genderbenders, but considering the role and everything, Sealand, unfortunately has pretty much the closest personality to fit it, but I can't see it being played by a male, so female Sealand it his! (No more genderbended characters, though. Promise.) {Please don't let that stop you from this. I don't like it any better than you do, so...please...?}
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor it's official characters, however, I DO own this story's universe and plot, if that counts for something... :P

Also, Alfred, may seem a little OOC in this, but there's a reason as to why, which you'll soon enough find out, so don't worry, kay? ;)

"Hey, I-I'm really sorry! I guess I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay?"

Arthur had honestly never seen someone with such brilliant blue eyes before, nor a 'cowlick' (could it even be called that?) that basically defied gravity!

"Hello? Earth to Arthur? H-hey, dude, you're kind of starting to creep me out a little..."

Realization suddenly set in at what he was doing, as he coughed a little awkwardly.

"Oh, right, sorry. Wait, how the bloody hell do you know my name?!" he suddenly demanded. The boy held up his hands a little defensively.

"Hehe... Well, we're in the same class, I suppose, but I guess I haven't been coming a lot lately..." he explained, seemingly a little nervously, gazing off a bit absentmindedly, before getting up, extending a hand to help him up. He smiled. "My name's Alfred, by the way, but if you want, you can just call me 'Al'."

"I'm still pretty sure I would've remembered someone like you, but, whatever..." Arthur muttered, before looking back up, taking his hand, a little reluctantly. Normally, he wouldn't have accepted his help, but considering that he was partially to blame for their collision, it would've been rude not to. "Well, I suppose you already know my name, but I guess I'll be polite anyway. I'm Arthur Kirkland."

With that, they shook hands, before Arthur turned away, swallowing painfully. Alfred smile faded, as he saw this, his hand dropping to his side.

"Look, I know this is kind of abrupt, but, if you're trying to become my friend or something... we just can't... I'm sorry."

"No, it's, um..." Alfred started to say, but before he could continue, he turned to see that Arthur had already left.

"That was a bit weird..." he thought aloud, confusingly.

Meanwhile, Arthur ran to the bus in a hurry. For once, he was actually gracious to go 'home'. He still didn't see that place as home, and he probably never would. All those people cared about was the money, he was almost certain. Despite that, at least he usually had some space to himself, without than teachers and students constantly breathing down his neck all the time, like they did at school.

Seriously, just because he was a prodigy didn't mean he knew everything. He wasn't as much of a genius as they thought, anyway. He just studied.

Well, if you could call it that. He was constantly pushing himself harder and harder. No matter what, he wouldn't stop. He thought maybe it would've made his mother and father happy if he did his very best, but even his 'best' work never seemed to satisfy him. He didn't know why, but he always felt as though he could do better.

He never wanted to take any breaks for it made him feel as though he felt he was giving in.

"Hey, boy," someone said, abruptly flicking him in the back of the head, snapping him out of his thoughts. Doing his best to fight back his annoyance, the sun-blond haired boy looked up, as his name was called. The bus driver looked back at him through the mirror.

"Are you getting off or what? This is your stop, isn't it?" she more-stated-than-questioned.

"Oh, sorry..." he muttered.

As he got up, he heard some kids begin to laugh and giggle, whispering amongst themselves, eventually to be followed by more giggles.

"Tch." He grunted, agitated, as he got off the bus, making his way to his supposed 'home'. As he was approaching the lot, he was expectedly tackled to the ground by his blonde haired 'younger sister', Wendy Kirkland.

Naturally, she wasn't actually his biological sister, but just like him, she was also a foster child who'd came from England and even had almost the same, but just a tad darker, sun-blond hair as well, and just so happened to have the same last name as him. Out of all the children in the home, she'd grown the most attached to him, far more than him to her, of course...

"Artie!" she chimed cheerfully.

"Wendy, I told you to quit calling me that." Arthur growled irritably.

"But why?! It's so cute, Artie!" Wendy squealed, coddling him like a stuffed animal, which only increased his irritation.

"Get the bloody hell off of me!" he shouted, as he got up, dusting off his pants.

"Hmph...You're no fun, you big jerk..." Wendy pouted, before looking back up at him, as he was walking ahead to the large house. "Hey, where are you going?"

"My room." he answered simply after they both had came in. "Where else would I be going?"

"Oh, okay..." she gazed away sadly, stopping in the middle of the room.

He made his way to his room, taking off his bag. Closing the door behind him, he immediately sat down at his desk, pulling out his textbook and some notebook paper.

After he'd completed his homework, he slipped his stuff back into his bag, before he was called downstairs for dinner.

The meal was fairly pleasant that evening, however, a little too quiet for his liking. Mr. Smith, the foster father seemed to be extremely agravated, and no one dared to ask why, but the answer was fairly obvious considering, it was nearing the end of the month. He usually drank at least every other night, but he wouldn't have been able to afford it. In a lot ways, though, he seemed to feel a lot more at ease. Often, when the guy got drunk, things were thrown, and he could get downright violent. However, considering how he could completely divert the truth, and lie straight to someone's face, but at the same time, scare his foster children half to death, not a single person dared to tell a soul about what was going on behind closed doors.

He could also tell there was some tension between his other adopted twin siblings, Kyle and Ryley. Usually, they were the first to speak, but they hadn't uttered a single word since coming to the table. It kind of seemed to surprise him, but he dismissed the thought until Wendy brought it up again.

"Is something wrong with them?" Wendy whispered to him. "Kyle looks really upset."

"I'm not sure..." Arthur answered honestly.

Before he could say anything else, Kyle stood up, pushing in his chair.

Everyone looked up at him, only half interested.

"I'm going to bed..." he muttered, putting his dishes in the sink, as he glared at Ryley, who immediately looked away.

"Whatever..." Mr. Smith grumbled. And, eventually, everyone else started leaving as well.

As Arthur lied in bed that night, he stared into the darkness thinking back over the day's happenings.

Remembering the blue-eyed teen from earlier, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Due to his awkwardness, he probably got enough attention, and was most likely pushed around a lot. That's how people were; anyone who stood out in the slightest bit, were usually always picked out of the crowd as being 'weird', or 'strange' or in some cases 'revolting'. He had to deal with it enough, due to those damn eyebrows of his.

While he didn't want be anyone's friend, he still couldn't help but sympathize with the boy. It's the least he could do.

A/N: What do ya think? I'm also definitely planning to eventually introduce Kiku in this story, sooner or later, just cause I can see them being great friends, and considering they do get along fairly well, even in canon. Also, I am making NO promises to finish this, despite how much I want to.

No, there will not be wars in this, nor a bunch of action, for that is one of the biggest things that detour me from being able to write, anywho, I hope someone enjoys this.

Chao! ;D