Arthur Kirkland
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---------- Post added 06-17-2012 at 10:06 AM ----------

Your last post:
'But still, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything. Hey, wanna get coffee after school or something? I'll buy'

My post:
'Sure.' He posted, then picked up his phone, a text message forming on his phone. He paled and went running from the classroom.

((I'll put a pic later >_>)) Francis raised an eyebrow and watched as Arthur ran out of the room. Had something gone wrong? "Mrs. Beilschmidt, pardon me, I feel rather faint, I'm going to the nurse..." He ran out of the room to follow after Arthur

Arthur bolted from the school as fast as he could, going to the hospital and pushing back tears. His mother had suddenly become very ill, and was in ICU. He shook with fear and anguish before stepping inside. He looked at the lady behind the desk. "I-I'm Arthur Kirkland. I'm looking for my mum, Stacey Kirkland." The woman replied in French and he became frantic. He didn't understand what she was saying and she didn't understand him.

Francis followed Arthur all the way to the hospital, and saw he was panicking at the receptionist's desk. He walked up behind Arthur, put a hand on his shoulder then looked to the woman, speaking in French to her. She nodded and spoke back. "Arthur, come on, she'll lead us there."

Arthur was close to having a mental breakdown until Francis helped him. He bounded after the nurse, his eyes wet and his face pale. His mother had been so healthy, and it seemed all the sudden she was deathly ill. He didn't even bother thanking the receptionist as he went in to his mum's room. She was laying there, eyes half lidded and her face looking hollow. He ran to the side of the bed. "Mum?" He inquired, but got a strange response. "Alex..?" She asked and he frowned. "M-Mum...dad's gone remember? I'm Arthur." She looked puzzled. "Honey, I think I'd know my own boyfriend. Who's Arthur." He started crying again and she frowned deeper. She cupped his face in her hand. "Now, now..don't worry we can go on our date when I get better. I'm sorry I have to cancel." She was obviously out of it. He shook with sobs. "P-Please...mum...remember me..." He begged, and she got angry, hitting him hard in the face and then she stood at full height. "Goddamnit! This is not bloody funny! I'm not your fucking mother! I'm your girlfriend and you will stop this crazy talk now!" He refused to get up from the ground, to shaken up by all of this. This made her more furious and she hit him again and again until the nurse came and got her calm. Arthur was forced to leave and he walked out of the room, his face looking bland and emotionless.

Francis had waited patiently for Arthur to come out of his mother's room. When her came out, he had angry red marks on his face. "Arthur!" He ran over and grabbed his shoulders gently. "Are you okay?" What 'appened?" Worry painted the Frenchman's face.

"S-She..." His lip twitched dangerously, showing he might cry again. "I want to go home." He walked past France towards the exit. The last thing he wanted to do was share his grief.

Francis followed after Arthur. "Arthur! Please wait.." he walked in front of him to stop him. "I can drive you to get some food and then I can take you home..." Francis knew it was bad to be alone in a time like this. "I'm your friend, you know..."

"I-I'm not really hungry." He said, a crack in his voice. It started to storm outside and he knew he couldn't walk the ten miles home in this weather. "But...I guess I could use a ride..." He was trying his hardest to stay together in front of Francis. He didn't want to seem like a big baby. What he really needed was some alcohol. Luckily his mum always kept some in the house. He needed to just lose it.

Francis pulled an umbrella out of his bag and opened it for them to stand under. "Come on.. I ran 'ere after you from school, so we do have to walk a little bit..." He frowned. "Better yet.. Do you think you could wait 'ere for just a few minutes while I go get the car? It'll be easier and will keep you dry..."

He really wasn't in the mood to protest or use manners, so Je just stood under the overhand and nodded. "Yeah. Ok. I've got to get home soon though. My little brother, Alfred...is there all alone."

"Just give me fifteen minutes." Francis ran off, and got to the school to where his car was. He hopped in, using a towel from his back seat to dry his self and drove back to where Arthur was. He got out and opened the door, holding the umbrella over him. "Get in. We can stop at a drive-thru and grab your brother a bite to eat."

"Ok." He agreed. Alfred would probably just get on his nerves if he didn't give the piggy little boy some food.

Francis closed the door on Arthur's door and walked around to get in and drive off. "What would your brother like to eat? I mean, his favorite food?" He asked as her turned the heat on.

England shrugged. "Get him a cheeseburger." He said blankly and stared out the window solomly. He wasn't much in the mood for talking and he decided looking at the rain was his best thing to do. He wanted his mother. He knew he'd best be planning on her funeral though. She'd die soon no doubt in that condition. Then he'd have to get a job and take care of himself and Alfred. He sighed deeply at the thought.

"You know..." Francis said after a while of silence. "If you need a place to stay, my door is always open to those in need." He pulled up to a fast-food burger joint and got a burger for the Englishman's brother.

He was already so upset that he snapped at France. "I'm not in need!" He yelled and stepped outside of the truck, starting to walk away in the general direction of his home. Normally a thing like that wouldn't have bothered him, but today was no ordinary day. He let a few tears fall and they mingled with the rain that had now completely soaked him. He didn't see why this bloody front cared. They hadn't even know each other a day.

Francis pulled away from the drive-thru and ran out of the car himself after Arthur. "Arthur! I'm sorry!" he caught up. "Look, you'll get sick out here... I just wanted to make sure you were okay... Look, I'll take you home then leave you alone, alright?

As much as he wanted friends, Arthur wanted to be alone now. He didn't want to talk to anyone or let anyone know his personal life. "Fine." was all he said and he climbed back into the truck, laying his head against the window. He still had hot years rolling down his cheeks, but he was so soaked. He hoped Francis wouldn't notice.

Francis followed Arthur back into the car and handed him a tissue, before driving off. "I need directions..." is all he said

Arthur wiped his face. "The apartments on the next street. You can drop me off there." He commanded, not giving Francis his room number.

He drove there and stopped. "Arthur, I'm sorry if I offended you... I just wanted to help you..." He looked at his steering wheel. "I hope to see you soon..."

He simply nodded and stepped out of the car. He made his way up to his home and handed Alfred the cheeseburger meal. "Eat up." He said quietly. "Where's mama?" He asked and England stopped. "Mum's not coming home tonight. She had to do some important stuff. In fact, I think mama's going to a better place..." He saw Alfred's face fall. "You mean like Daddy?" He asked and Arthur nodded yes. "Yeah. Like papa." He said and Alfred ate, making a mess and staring at his brother. "Arthur?" "What?" "Why doesn't any of our parents love us?" He asked and England's eyes widened. "What do you mean? Alfred. Mum and Dad love us from the bottom of their hearts." America simply sniffled. "Then why can't we go to the better place with them?" He asked and Arthur busted again, scaring his little brother to pieces. They both sat there and cried for a while until Alfred fell asleep. At that point, Arthur went to see what was up with the money intake and output. It turned out that without their mum, they'd need money as soon as humanly possible. He'd have to find a job by tomorrow and also someone to babysit Alfred. He went to bed on that thought, staying up all night.

The next morning was dry and the rain had ceased. Arthur dressed Alfred for school and then took him before going to look for a job. He didn't want to see anyone he knew right now except Mrs. Jones, a nice lady his mum had been friends with. She agreed to take care of Alfred every night, thinking that Arthur would be staying with his mother every night. She had no idea what was really going on with England. He knew he'd have to get a night job and only one came to mind.

The man behind the counter laughed. "How old are you boy? You mush be out your dn mind if you think I'll hire a scrawny little thing like you." England pulled his short off over his head, reveling perfect skin and a nice, shapely torso. "Fine." The man licked his lips. "But if the cops find out I have a minor working here I'll he screwed, so keep you age to yourself, got that?" He nodded and then headed out the door, now having a job of his own.

Francis sighed as the night went on. He was worrying over Arthur and his little brother. He didn't want anything to happen, although he barely knew Arthur, and definately didn't know Alfred.

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