Alright guys, i'm back. Took a little break to work on my other story. Arthur point of view.

Arthur sat down in the middle of the hallway, nodding his head at his father's surprisingly kind words. "Yea dad." Arthur said softly, taking in his father's instructions.

Daddy Kirkland: You are to not leave the agent's' side, do you understand?

Arthur: Yes father

Daddy kirkland:You are to never be anywhere alone, do you understand?

Arthur: Yes Dad

Daddy Kirkland: Do you have any idea who would do that to you?

Arthur: I don't know. The man who attacked me was shot down by the agents before we could question him.

Daddy Kirkland:Where are you staying? Are you in your apartment?

Arthur:No. I'm at the jones residence.

Daddy Kirkland: Alfred Jones? Are you alone now?

Arthur: No, my friends and the agents are down stairs. I just came up for some privacy.

Daddy Kirkland: Are you okay though? I know i asked before, but… are you really okay?

Arthur:Yea… I guess… I'm a little banged up, but i have ice, so it's okay now.

Daddy Kirkland: Okay, stay safe until tomorrow, i'll be in the area for the meeting. Is there anything else you want to tell me?

Arthur: Uh...Yea actually, i have a question. What can you tell me about the Beilschmidts?

Daddy Kirkland: The germans? Why, is Ludwig okay? Did Gilbert do anything wrong?

Arthur rolled his eyes at his father's reaction. Why does he think Gilbert would do anything wrong? Yeah he had a party reputation, but it was nowhere near big enough to cross oceans. He was studious, but no one ever mentions that. He's hard working and he's practically at the top of most of his classes, but again, no one ever mentions that either. He found himself getting angry.

Arthur:No! I want to know about their parents!

Daddy Kirkland: Well, i know their father has a younger brother who is really close to your school's football coach. I know that the family is catholic, that they're stinking rich, and that they are fairly popular among the other ambassadors. They make good meat cakes.

Arthur sighed.

Arthur: Do they have a history of…

Arthur trailed off, how do i phrase it without coming out suspicious.

Daddy Kirkland:Do they have a history of… abuse?

He sounded confused, but Arthur blinked wildly.

Arthur:Yes! Do they?

He could hear his father grumble before clearing his voice.

Daddy Kirkland:I should really mind my business but, According to Ludwig's uncle, Adalwulf, the Beilschmidts may have had an… altercation with a child.

Arthur's eyes widened in horror

Arthur:Did they beat Gilbert?

Daddy Kirkland:No! Not that i know of, but Adalwulf said that they had… gotten rid of… their pool boy. I would have expected it from the Italians' father, he's terrifying, but the Germans? I took it for crazy talk. WHy?

Arthur thought for a while. What does that have to do with anything? Nothing i could think off.

Arthur:Nothing, just curious is all. Bye dad… I…

Arthur bit his lip, about to tell his father that he loves him. Arthur did, of course, but he didn't know how the man would react to it. He had always been brutal towards the brit, but today was different because he had managed to call him during the few hours of the day when he wasn't drunk. He might say he loved him back, but Arthur had a sinking feeling that he would be rejected.

Daddy Kirkland:I'll see you soon Arthur

And with that, he hung up, leaving the brit staring blankly at the wall.

Arthur returned to the living room and sat beside the Spaniard, who was currently taking a nap. He was bent awkwardly, which made the brit laugh a little. Romano soon came to sit beside him, along with Feli, who looked exhausted.

"How did it go?" he asked gently, sitting on the Spaniard's lap in order to sit beside the other. Arthur nodded his head.

"It went much better than expected. He didn't yell, or scream. He told me to stay safe."

"Oh! Does that mean your relationship with him is getting better?" The brit shrugged.

"I dunno, i mean, he was sober this time, so he was more compassionate, but he's usually drunk. I think this was just a nice break to the chain of verbal insult." He said thoughtfully, looking at the other and smiling softly. The Spaniard shifted little abruptly, causing Feli to fall backward bracing himself on the tanner teen. Romano laughed.

"If you keep leaning on that tomato bastard, you'll hit your head." Arthur chuckled. Just then the front door flew open, causing everyone in the room to snap their attention to it in fear. Who was it now? Another killer? The 4 agents in the room pulled out their guns, cocking it and aiming for the door. Romano latched onto Arthur, and Feli shook Antonio awake abruptly. The Spaniard groaned as he woke up, not questioning why the room was silent, just allowing the smaller teen to shake fearfully on top of him.

"Do not move. Remain by the door and put down any weapons you may have. I'm special agent Chancy Laurens and I kindly ask for your name." Arthur couldn't help but note that Chancy sounded a little bit too sweet. His voice dripped with kindness and perhaps that was normal, but the Brit doubted that was protocol. Arthur snapped back to reality when he heard the reply.

"It's me, Ludwig. I'm here to see Gilbert." The heavy German accent made it clear that it was actually him, so the agents put down their guns before telling him to come in. Ludwig walked into the living room, frowning at everyone there. His expression did soften as he saw Feli, but it hardened again when he noticed what Feli was doing.

The small Italian was still buried into the Spaniard, probably not hearing the other's announcement. Antonio, however, was asleep once again, unable to feel the tension. Arthur felt unbelievably uneasy around the German now, but Ludwig was still his friend. Arthur was about to inform Feli when a voice broke through the silence.

"How was your morning Ludwig?" it was Chancy speaking, his eyes narrowed. He was there when the big blond freaked out last night, and perhaps was trying to defuse another potential situation. As if the other three agent had the same thought, one by one they repositioned themselves so they were blocking at least a handful of students each. Alfred, who was preoccupied with a game, looked up, before laughing cheerily.

"Ludwig!"He practically yelped as he stood up, walking over to the two standing blonds. "How are you! I was wondering when I'd see you again." He pulled the other into a forced embrace and stayed that way a Little longer get than usual. When they finally pulled away, Alfred told the other that he had saved him some breakfast. Ludwig looked at him with narrow offended eyes and walked away, into the kitchen. Arthur has took that as he chance to tap Feli, but the Italian shrugged off his hand. "I know who it is already. He texted me that he was coming." Felt said with flat voice, lifting his head finally. There was a soft sigh from Antonio, who was suddenly awake and stretching.

"Was that him?" He asked as if he already knew the answer, but Romano answered with a yes. Arthur was confused to say the least, but he decided to keep his mouth shut, knowing the German was in the other room. I'll just save it for later then. Feli remained on the tanned teen who rested his head on the couch, looking thoroughly bored. "Francis, I'm bored." he pouted. The Frenchman purred.

"Romano is right there. Be like Ivan and get it on" He joked and everyone chuckled instead of the agents, who shifted uncomfortably.

There was a crash in the kitchen, the sound of a plate dropping. Then there were heavy footsteps, and the blonde reemerged, but this time heading straight for the stairs. Guess he heard Francis's little joke.

Chancy moved to go after him but Ludwig snapped.

"I don't care what you are doing here, you will not interfere with brotherly affairs." the agent scoffed, laughing softly.

"I have the jurisdiction to stop if I have reason to believe that you'd do something harmful to your brother. Yesterday's episode is actually all the justification I need." he said cool, despite the blonds frown. "Now, why don't you go back into the kitchen and continue making yourself food." it wasn't a question, it was a command, and Ludwig seemed to be contemplating whether or not to follow it. The German smirked.

"You, a man of your size, is going to stop me?" Chancy rolled his eyes and shrugged, but his expression was confident, as if he were used to that response. Arthur wanted to give Chancy the benefit of the doubt, but he had to admit, the size difference was unbelievable. Chancy was about the size of Gilbert, a little smaller, who fared poorly against the German giant. The agent's best chance is a gun. "If you even are a man, your body seems anything but masculine." At that jab, Chancy narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth as he took a step forward. The agents behind him lunged at the smaller blonde, grabbing his arms and pulling him back. Chancy looked as shocked as the rest of them.

"Why are you holding me back?! He's the one going to attack his-" the agent was interrupted by a snicker. Arthur looked up to see Durant walk down the stairs, instructing the other to go back downstairs. Now he was a man that would stand a chance against Ludwig. They were almost identical in size. The German must have noticed because he hesitated a bit.

"Don't fret." said a smooth southern voice. "Forgive my annoying colleague, he's a rookie. He only has about 1 on his belt. But I warn you, those womanly looks can be deceiving, he can and will kick your ass if he needs too, size has very little value against a trained agent." Arthur looked at Chancy, who looked about ready to stab someone, but Arthur had a feeling it has nothing to do with Ludwig. Ludwig fell back, heading towards the kitchen in silence. Durant joined them in the living room before telling the others to let the small agent go. "Hey Chancy." he said seriously. "We need to talk."Chancy scoffed and walked away from him, not caring. The other agents began to snicker. "Shut up." He followed the blonde who had stormed out, right out the front door.

Arthur somehow found himself alone with Matthew, Yao and Chancy, who was ranting. Arthur had snuck out of the living room when he had seen Alfred and Yao head towards the kitchen, wanting alone time with the other. When he had gotten there, it turned out it was actually Matthew, and Chancy was just washing some dishes while ranting silently to himself. The blond agent was cursing and sniffling, not

paying the other teens any mind. He only started to spill his guts when Yao asked him what was wrong. Arthur watched in shock as the agent turned around with trembling lips and puffy red eyes. Agents surely know not to let their insecurities get to them.

"I'm fine!" He said breathlessly, about to turn back until Matthew asked again calmly. That was probably all the prodding the agent needed. He was, moments later, wiping tears from his eyes, hiding his face behind the bend of his arm. Arthur almost felt bad for him, all the stress he must be under, but an ounce of him was annoyed. Why is he crying, I'm not even crying.

"I'm tired is all, I was the only one on night watch. I guess I'm just stressed is all."

"Why were you the only one on night watch?" Matthew asked. Arthur was curious too.

"Cause, I'm "experienced". I mostly do night missions, so I don't usually sleep during the night. But I haven't slept in two days because I had just came back from a night mission in California when I had received a call from my boss to go to New York and the other agents got drunk and couldn't keep watch."

"Why didn't you ask for help from one of us?" This time Arthur asked, genuinely curious. If it was too hard to handle, he could have just asked one of us, we would have gladly helped. Chancy shook his head, as if what Arthur suggested was idiotic.

"I had direct orders from Alfred's father to not disturb any of you, or put you in danger. Night watch, though it may seem boring, in cases like this, more often than not, guns have to be drawn, because the suspects come after the victim while they think they are asleep." He explained, more calm and no longer sniffling, placing the dishes on the drying rack. He went over to the counters and began to wipe them down, turning his back to the kids.

"How old are you?" Yao asked innocently enough, but it elicited a groan from the agent, as if he had been asked that a million times before.

"Old enough."

"Which is?" Arthur countered, ignoring how the other's body stiffened.

"24."

"24!?" The teens exclaimed in unison. They sent a 24 year old man… no, no, an adolescent! 24 year olds are fresh out of college, barely in the hang of adulthood. He was sent to protect the children of the most important people in the world!? Chancy winced at our reaction, visibly shrinking. He remained silent.

"Well," Yao said, breaking the silence. "Are you experienced in combat? Diplomacy?! You're hardly older than us, it's hard to believe you have much to offer in this particular situation. I don't know what your night missions consist of, but i doubt they are as severe as kidnapping a diplomat's child for a million dollar bounty." Arthur couldn't help but find himself nodding to every word the other was saying. It was perhaps a little harsh, but it was accurate, and anyone would be thinking it. Matthew, however, glared at the small teens to his right before approaching the agent, standing beside him, comforting him with his presence.

"I'm a veteran." Chancy stated bluntly. "I was deployed in Iran when i was 18, and served there for 2 years. I usually spent my days helping civilians, gaining information. I didn't really experience the full horrors of war until i was 21, when my company was suddenly bombarded with Iranian heavies. They landed on us full on, almost killing all of my comrades. I managed to evacuate the citizens of the small town i was staying in, and was awarded a medal. They offered me the opportunity to go back home, so i did, and i was offered a job in the FBI, and having nothing else to do, i figured i'd sacrifice even more of my life to the government." He said quietly, more to Matthew than to anyone else in the room.

Arthur looked around and double taked when he had noticed about all of his friends standing in the kitchen, listening to the story. They all had solemn, almost empathetic expressions. Maybe I was being a little harsh. Chancy continued.

"I've spent the bulk of my first year getting used to everything, finding out i was good at being undercover, and that literally became my life. On my night missions, which is almost every mission, I am up all night as someone new, gathering intel from drug lords, sex traffickers and terrorist groups, and reporting them to my bosses. Yesterday, I got a call 2 hours after my plane landed, in my apartment ready to sleep, and was told to come down to New York and help investigate a breach in security. I was under the impression that it would be a quick case, but it turns out it had something to do with aristocrats. Now, i'm running on fumes, being insulted by territorial agents and hormonal teenagers at every corner, and having my value questioned because i look, as Mr. Beilschmidt put it, like a woman."

With that he returned the wet rag he was using to scrub the countertop to the sink, and left the room. "Oh, and I clean when i'm stressed." He called from down the hall.

Hey guys, just a little insight into the world of Chancy. I love this OC and i'm really considering throwing him into my other story because, i just love him. He is going to be very important later on, watch out for Chancy.