England sighed. "It's fine. I'm sure you have better things to do anyway." He frowned when Alfred spoke. "Yeah. Big brother leaves after school to go work. He makes us money for foods. He likes to dress funny though. Last night he was in a maid's dre--" England clamped a hand over Alfred's mouth. "As I said, I'll be fine..thank you anyway. I have a funeral to plan now." He walked off, annoyed that his brother would go and say that.

"..." Francis knelt down to talk to Alfred. "Al, I want you to do me a favor. Any problems at all, just call this number." He wrote his own cell phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to him. "And I'll come immediately to help you." He ruffled the boy's hair. "And, if your babysitter doesn't show up, alright?"

Alfred held the number tightly in his little hand and smiled. "You're so nice. I love you." He hugged him and then slowly pulled away, reluctant to be left with Arthur. His brother had changed so much, and the child was afraid of him. "C-can I go to school with you Francie?" He asked, mispronouncing Francis' name. England cringed and walked out swiftly to his room, shutting the door behind him.

"If... If that's what you want..." Francis frowned. "Let me make you a lunch really quick and I'll take you to school." He went in the kitchen and quickly fixed two sandwiched, leaving one in a baggie fr Arthur. He went back to Alfred. "Come on... We'd better rush to get you to class."

Alfred shook his head. "I wanna go to your school, not mine." He said, frowning. "I don't like my school. People pick on me." He clung to France. "And Arthur is scary. He cries all the time..." He frowned. "Brother acts more like a baby then I do...why? And why does he want to die so bad?! Don't I make him happy?" The child was confused. He didn't understand that his mother and father were dead. He thought they'd just gone to some happy place without them. "Is Arthur depressed?" He asked, his big blue eyes staring at Francis.

"Yes... Alfred, Arthur is depressed..." Francis sighed. "Al, how about me and you just go to the park today?"

Alfred forgot all of his problems the second the park was mentioned. "Yay~!" He pulled Feancis out the door.

As soon as Arthur was sure the two were gone, he hopped in the shower and for dressed. He'd have to find yet another job and he had one in mind. He went and applied at a few places, fast food restaurants and the likes. He finally got one in a little coffee shop and he had to go starting tomorrow. He'd officially be busy all day. The coffee shop opened at 8:00 am and ended 10:00 pm. His night job began at 12:00 midnight, and ended at 4:00 am. He knew that left less sleep, but he'd have to deal with it.

Francis played with Alfred at the park for a while and then took him to a small burger joint. "Alfred, your brother right now is in a very delicate mind-set right now... I'm sorry he's putting you in this position.." Francis sighed. "He might be coming home feeling tired a lot, and he might just sleep all the time. Just, remember if you need anything, I'm here."

Alfred's lip twitched and he cried. "I want him to be normal again." He sobbed and clung to Francis. "I hate him this way." He was tempted to throw a tantrum when he actually say Arthur. "There's brother right now...why is he here?" He watched Arthur argue with an older man, maybe in his forties. The man reached out to touch him and Arthur smacked his hand away. They were a good distance away and they couldn't be heard, but Alfred could tell Arthur was yelling.

"No! I won't!" Arthur yelled. "But Arthur, the money is so good! Think of your little brother...how will he eat? He'll be do lonely of you're gone all the time." Arthur wanted to hit this man. It was his boss, Remardo Sanchez. (Arthur was just told to call him Papa.) he was begging Arthur to basically become a personal toy. He pulled the small English boy into his lap and kissed his neck ever so softly, gently tracing a finger around on his bare arm. "Now, now. It will feel so good...your hours will only be half what they normally are and I'll pay you so well." N-No! I can't..." He decided. 'Papa' frowned. "Then you'll be out of a job." Arthur's jaw hit the ground. "What the hell?!" The man snickered at him. "I don't need any more strippers little boy. I have far to many. I need a prize of my own." Arthur felt trapped. He had to feed Alfred somehow...he had to keep the house. "Fine. I'll do it..." He wouldn't tell anyone what was going on. He simply took 'Papas' hand and was dragged off for a makeover.

"... Alfred... Go to the car." It was only a few feet away, a distance that would take only seconds to get to "Now. Get in, and lock the doors until you see me and your brother coming back." He handed the keys to Alfred and hugged him. "I'm going to get him." Francis followed after the two as close as he could, without being seen.

Arthur kept his grip on his bosses hand as they walked into a not so nice part of town. He was taken into a salon and he sqeaked as his eyebrows were waxed into thin lines. His hair was trimmed slightly to frame his face in a slightly girly way. After that living hell, he was taken into a little clothing store. He waited as the man picked out stuff for him to try on. Most of it was skimpy lingerie and the likes. "I don't want to wear that." He pouted and crossed his arms. "Why not?" His boss asked, looking at the pink corset he'd picked out for his new lover to be. "Because it's pink." Arthur retorted. He was surprised when the item was put back. "As you wish." A blue corset was picked instead. If Arthur was going to be a whore, he was going to be cute while he did it. He refused to wear anything ugly. After the little shopping spree, they walked out and Arthur sighed. "I need to be getting back home. Alfred may be back by now." He was handed his bags of shoes and clothing and he sighed as his boss walked off. "I'll see you later Arthur." Papa called and Arthur turned to walk towards his house, still unaware he'd been being followed

Francis walked up to Arthur quietly and grabbed his arm. "Arthur! What the hell are you doing?! Do you know what your brother just saw?!"

Arthur screamed as someone grabbed him. He calmed down when he realized who it was. "You scared the shit out of me!" He whined and then listened. "Maybe if you people would mind your own damn beeswax neither of you would've seen it! I didn't ask you to take him out!" Arthur snapped at him. "You don't know me! You have no idea what's going on, and stop pretending you do!"

"I know that no person should be putting themselves through that to make ends-meat!!!" Francis was shaking. "Your brother is afraid of you because you're depressed, and he's afraid you're going to kill yourself because he can't make you happy!" He took a calming breath. "Arthur, please let me help you... if not for your sake, then for his..."

Arthur had the sudden urge to hit Francis in the face. "You have no idea what that was about. How do you not know that was just my boyfriend." He knew that idea was stupid. There was no way a young man like Arthur would date a man on his forties. There was also no way he'd go and get his eyebrows waxed for his date. No one who was dating Simone would make them go have a makeover. "I will help Alfred. Don't you worry about him. He's my family, and I'll take care of him. So kindly bring him home to me and then butt put of my life. You said you wouldn't bother me again if I let you take me home that night, so keep your word." He didn't want to push Francis away. He wanted someone to care, but he just couldn't let anyone get to close.

Francis felt a tear threaten to well up in his eyes. "Arthur... Please... Just let me help you... I know you're a good kid... You're going through a rough patch..." He sighed shakily. "Just let me do for you what I would've wanted someone to do for my brother..."

Arthur was so surprised that Francis was still being nice. "No! You don't know that I'm a good kid. You don't know that. You met me yesterday and you act like we've been best friends since birth. I don't understand you!" He ran off in the opposite direction, going towards him house, wanting to escape having to speak to Francis. He didn't want help. He didn't want to be a burden. He saw his brother in the car and knocked on the window. The child got out and smiled, then frowned when he saw the look on Arthur's face. Arthur took Francis' keys and handed them back to him before stalking off to his home, Alfred in tow. The four year old waved to france apologetically and they were gone. Arthur locked Alfred in his room and called his uncle. "Hello." The man answered the phone. "Uncle Robby?" He asked and his uncle paused. "Arthur." He said with hatred. "Yes it's me. Mum died...I...I was wondering if.." He was cut off. "No Arthur. You know I hate you. I'll come get Alfred, but your ass is staying there." He gulped. "O-Ok..." His uncle grunted. "I'll be there to pick up my nephew in the morning. Be ready for me."

When Francis got back in the car, tears slid out of his eyes. He opened the glove box to pull a picture out of a younger him with an older person who was clearly his brother. "I'm sorry Brother..." He wiped his eyes and went back to his house, hoping to himself that Alfred would call, just to insure they were okay.

Alfred cried for hours, watching Arthur pack up all of his personal belongings. "Why do I have to go?" He cried and Arthur sighed. "Uncle Robby loves you and he can take care of you better than I can ok?" Even with the jobs that he has, Arthur didn't have the funds to care for them both. "Why can't you come?" Alfred asked and England sighed. "Because uncle loves you...not me." He made Alfred some cookies (which he didnt like, but ate so his brother would be happy.) he also gave Alfred a picture of their whole family and an old pocket watch. "It's all going to be ok baby brother. I love you and I'll come back for you one day." He ruffled the child's hair and put him to bed.

The next morning, the boys' uncle arrived. Alfred took his luggage and cried, hugging Arthur before he went. Arthur grabbed his own things and moved out of the apartment. He'd be living with his boss now. He hadn't the money to pay for the nice apartment, and he'd have to work extra for a place to live. A sigh left him and he began to walk down his street, headed for the bad parts of town were the pimps, gangsters, and hoookers lived. This was his life now.

Francis grew more depressed as the day went on. Arthur hadn't shown up for school, and he hadn't heard from either of them. He knew he must have pushed them both away. When school ended, we went to the apartment, only to find that they had moved. He punched the wall and simply went home, knowing it was useless now to even bother. They were both gone.

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-TIMESKIP-

Time skip

He cocked the gun. "I don't give two shits. I can pay you off to give him to me." He pulled a rather large wrap of money out.

"God. You're a horney little bastard. Fine. Take him." England frowned. "F-Francis! Stop! Francisss!!! I need this job! Stop it!"