Lenny: Hello guys. I noticed my friend here hasn't been updating as much, its summer break and I would expect for him to update more, lol. Anyways, I also noticed everyone liked his 'Hot Triangle' story featuring FrancexEnglandxAmerica. It was goooood, wasn't it? ;) So while I have his password, I actually intend on posting some stories too, yaay. This story will be about Arthurxall and it's YAOI boyxboy, so forgive me if that is not in your style, but frankly i don't GAFS (which stands for GIVE A FUCKING SHIT) one more thing, i absolutely LOVE Arthur, British people unite! :D

Warnings: YAOI, LEMONs, smut, possibly OOC, language, school AU, Arthurxall
Disclaimer: do not own this brilliant anime and manga. I swear, when I watched it I knew more about the world than I would ever learn in school. Hetalia has made me actually want to GO to History class :P

Maybe it was his love for tea.

Or the how he claimed to have fairy friends.

Was it his larger than normal dark, blond eyebrows?

Suppose it was his attitude...?

Could it be his lack of talent in cooking?

Whatever the reason, Arthur Kirkland could not for his life figure out why people hated him. He tried many different ways to get people to like him. He tried being nice, not drinking tea, shaving his eyebrows, reading thousands of cooking books, but nothing worked. Everyone still had something they hated about the poor Brit.

I just don't understand he thought, They like Alfred and he's an annoying, fat cow.

Arthur sighed. Alfred was okay he guessed. He guessed he was his friend. But the American at times didn't want to hang out with him, saying he acted like a grumpy, old man. Arthur couldn't help it. It's not like there was anything in life to be overly happy about. He had friends- if magical creatures counted. Not to mention no one else could see them which only fueled their hatred for the Brit, adding 'liar' to the list of Things We Should All Hate Arthur Kirkland For.

His mother had died a few years ago, from a car crash. Some mean kids said she died on purpose, committed suicide to get away from Arthur himself.
But Arthur knew that was a lie, his mum had loved him, she told him everyday. She called him an angel and tucked him in at night, she said hello to the fairies even though she could not see them. It had been a depressing time. She had been the only one that loved him. Even his own brothers and father despised him, they didn't live together since his dad and mum had been divorced and his dad had taken complete custody of his three older brothers and stayed in England.

Arthur sipped his green tea and leaned back on his chair. He was outside on his back porch, behind his porch there was a huge forest where the elves liked to play hide and seek. The air was breezy but warm since as it was Spring. The grass was drenched in dew from the slight rain shower that happened a couple hours before. It was a beautiful night. The sky was decorated with sparkling, white stars and the crescent moon was perfectly clear to see.
Arthur was sitting on one of his favorite outdoor chairs, reading a nice book. He smiled slightly when he heard Flying Mint Bunny chasing Edgar the unicorn. He was used to silence and quiet afternoons, but the soft chatter soothed him, it gave him a small feeling of comfort that his house wasn't all empty.

He glanced at his watch. 7:03p.m. He should probably head inside now, there was school tomorrow. Arthur grimaced.

Oh joy.

xxxxx

Laughter.
Smiling.
Talking.

Everyone was happy?

His mother smiled from a bench as she talked with other mom's.

What is this?

Little Arthur ran to other little kids. His green eyes lit with mirth and bright with happiness.

Happy little faces surrounded him. Hands holding.

xxxxx

Arthur woke up suddenly, panting. It was just a dream. Just a worthless dream.

He got up and went to the bathroom, brushing his sandy, blond hair and touching his eyebrow frowning. He brushed his teeth and got dressed. Arthur put on a dark green shirt and a long sleeved white buttoned up shirt ontop, the buttons undone. He also slipped into black jeans. As he walked down the stairs he put on his backpack, then his shoes.

He grabbed toast and began walking to the hell he called school.

xxxxx

They pushed him into the locker, "C'mon, Arthur. Just a kiss no? I'm sure you would love to give me one.." the Frenchman drawled out.

Arthur glared at him but he couldn't get rid of the pang he felt in his chest.

"Unless... he's never kissed anyone before!" Gilbert laughed.

Antonio chuckled, "..That's kinda pathetic.." he coughed into his hand.

Damn it.. What's wrong with them? Why are they bothering me so much? Breathe, you have to be nice. You have to get them to like you again. Arthur told himself.

"Guys, look, I have to get to class now-" he started.

Francis pushed him against the locker again, "Going to be the teachers slut again?"

Gilbert elbowed the poor Brit in the stomach and laughed and threw Arthur's papers and books to the ground before leading the other Bad Touch Trio down the hall. Arthur slumped to the ground and coughed. He slowly gathered his papers. The bell rang, looks like he was late again.

xxxxx

Arthur ran outside and hid behind the wall, the Bad Touch Trio running past him. He sighed in relief, they wouldn't find him for now. He walked to a tree and sat down. He winced as he touched his chest, Gilbert had punched him twice and had given him a nasty bruise. It hurt to breathe. He laid against the tree, trying to breathe. He heard warnings from the fairies, but ignored them. he was really too tired.

"Well, look what we have here." said a male with a thick Russian accent.

Arthur's emerald eyes fluttered open quickly, Oh shit, oh shit. Please not today. Not today! He couldn't take Ivan! He was too big and strong.

"You're in our spot." Natalia, his sister, added.

Arthur looked around, and indeed he was. He was in their spot, the spot where they ate lunch. Fuck.. what is it with today? "I'm sorry, I'll just go then." he stood up, intent on leaving as soon as possible. But Ivan just smiled at him. The smile was a lie though, it hid his true intentions. The tall boy walked closer to him, in his hand a silver water pipe glinted dangerously.

His purple eyes narrowed murderously, "We might just have to teach you a lesson, da?"

Arthur looked to Natalia from Ivan, scared. He backed up against the tree, "P-please, i'm sorry. I won't do it again!"

But it was futile. The Braginski siblings had a reputation for holding grudges, and fighting...

Ivan smiled before grabbing Arthur's arm and twisting it at an odd angle, he threw him to the ground and Natalia used her fist to beat it on Arthur's back. Arthur screamed out in pain, his back stinging harshly. Ivan twisted his wrist all the way, breaking it.

"No..please stop!" Arthur cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Ivan smiled psychotically and hit the blond with his pipe on his shoulder. Another scream of pain, followed by sobbing.

The edges of his eyesight were fuzzed with black. It hurt so much.

The siblings stopped when the Brit was only a quivering, bruised mess on the ground.

The bell rang.

"Stay out of our spot." Natalia sneered, and they were gone.

Just a typical day.

Lenny: Im sorry Artie! ^^; ok so... next chapter will be longer and will go into depth.. and magical things happen.. If you would like to know what happens..review please! And there will be a 2nd chapter and more...oooooh!~~ Okay thank you for reading and that is all for now..poor poor Artie..so misunderstood