imsofuckingsorry. Depression is a serious problem people. If you think you have depression, please get help. Surround youreself with friends, and people who care about you, or things you love to do. Emptiness and anxiety are the worst feelings. Anyways, I feel a shit ton better, and im ready to start wrighting again! You guys really lifted up my spirits with youre supporting words. Thank you!~

(Its a short chapter, I neet to get back in the swing of this shit, and re-read it)
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On their way to the lunchroom Alfred stopped by his photography class to turn in his camera. Arthur stood, in the hallway, patiently awaiting his friend. Arthur got caught up in his thoughts. ' why....why him of all people? And a guy? I must be off my bloody rocker.... How is this possible.... I've never had any attraction to a single soul in my life. Why now? Why him?....ugh...I just don't know anymore...'

He was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts by two large arms snaking around his waist.
" Alfred, for the last time, that makes me feel funny, knock it off!" Arthur squirmed around in the larger mans arms. The other chucked. But it wasn't Alfred. Arthur broke free and whipped around to meet a disgusting sight.

"Francis?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

The Frenchman laughed once more, patting the Brits head before getting painfully slapped on the hand. "Ohoho~ Arthur, how come that American boy gets to be around you, so close, and I can't even get a smile from your magnificent features?!" The French bastard gasped, and fell onto his knees, his eyes watering. "Oohohooo, you wound me sooo~". Arthur rolled his eyes, while he took his foot and pushed the other to the ground.

"Not even in your dreams you bloody frog muncher." He was getting sick of the others antics and had responded with a tired tone. Arthur put more weight on his foot, which was carfully placed on the Hogs shoulder.

Without any hesitation, Francis grabbed Arthur's foot and threw it, making him land on top of the french bastard.

Before Arthur could land a fatal blow, a hand placed itself on his
shoulder and pulled him up.

"Dude what the Fuck!?"

Arthur stumbled, waving his hands frantically.

"Nonono! Alfred, its not- I mean!! He-!!"

Alfred sighed angerly. "Not you Iggs, that douche bag!" Alfred pointed an accusing finger at the bearded teenager.

"Yes Alfred?" Francis smirked as he propped himself up onto his elbows. "What can I do for you my friend?~"

Alfred laughed sarcastically. "Friend? Don't make me laugh... I don't make friends with buttholes who bully people!"

"Bully?? Non Alfred! I was just showing my affection for him!~" He smirked again, obviously amused by Alfreds reaction.

"Keep talking shit, asshole! He obviously doesn't want you all over him, so just cut it out!" Alfred turned on his heel and grabbed Arthurs wrist on the way. "Come on iggs, the overwhelming smell of Bullshit is burning my brain cells."

When they were back outside. Arthur yanked his hand away and stopped walking. Alfred turned around surprised, and a little hurt.

"What the fuck Alfred!?"

"The fuck what!?"

Arthur glared at the other, rage boiling within him. "Listen Alfred, and listen good. Just becuase someone is a complete asshat, doesnt mean you get to be a dick! You cant just insult them willy nilly!"

"Arthur! You insult that douche all the time! And he deserved it! I was so mad!! He can't get away with treating you like a toy!"

"No, he can't, but just..." Arthur paused, choosing his next words carefully.

"You scared me, Alfred."

Alfreds eyes went wide. A hurt expression reaching his face, a softness melting into his eyes.

"I know I may throw around insults like they're nothing...But I don't mean any real harm. I felt like you were going to fight him..."

Alfred shifted his weight, nervously adjusting his glasses. "I-I'm-." He stuttered. "I'm sorry. I cant...I can't let you get pushed around like I do-...I don't want you feeling like that..."

Arthurs anger deflated. Unwanted tears escaped the corners of Alfreds eyes, as he quickly tried to rub the sadness out of them. Arthur approached him slowly, wrapping his arms around Alfred and rubbing his back.

Alfred doesnt know where all that aggression came from. He knew jealously had to do with it...but to see someone get pushed around like that, brought back hundreds of memories, slivers of old pain, leaving a pang in his heart, and anger on the brain. Especially when it was happening to someone he cares about.

"Alfred? Let's go get some lunch...okay?"

Alfred brought his hands away from his face, wiping away any straggler tears. He smiled softly, much like the sketch Arthur drew.

"Yeah."