A/N: So just to begin with I'm going to let you know that it takes place in the 21st century in London(for Francis Paris). Both Arthur and Francis are still children. Arthur's 14 and Francis is 15 (I didn't know that writing a title was so hard)

Arthur's POV:

It's been 2 weeks since my mom and foster parents started arguing. My mom abonded me when I was 2. I just knew that 1 week ago since my foster parents told me that during dinner. Every time we have dinner they decided to spill the truth more and more. My whole entire life was a lie. My whole life I believed my foster parents were my real parents. I heard my blood related mom has a son. We don't know his name yet.

I wanted to do something to get my mind off of it. I
decided to scroll through my old messages of my best friend Tino instead of hearing my foster parent yell at my mom by the phone. I locked the door of my room. I put my headphones on and play my favorite Playlist named 'Rock an Pop'. Tino blocked me for some odd reason. Don't really know why. What am I even thinking... Of course I know why!? Just because 'I called him a idiot'... And now Berwald keeps on giving me scary glances.
Gees... people are really over dramatic these days.

My thoughts got interrupted. By someone that was calling me on my phone. I looked and the ID stood an unknown number. I decided to ignore them. They called again.
This time I picked it up.
"Honey please come downstairs for dinner" I recognized that it was my foster moms voice.
I didn't have her number yet because I never take my phone outside with me since I only go outside with my foster parents since they're overprotective.

I unlocked the door of my room and went downstairs. I didn't want them to tell me more about my blood related mom. But at the same time i also wanted to know more. More about the truth. I went to sit on a chair by the dining table. They were there... staring at me.
I didn't really mind it though. I ate my soup slowly since it's hot. My foster mom opened her mouth to say something, nothing. My mind became dizzy for a unknown reason. Probably because I'm sleepy. "we finally got your mom to tell us why she really had to abonded you las!!" It felt weird seeing my foster dad being so interested in something.
"Ding-" my foster mom looked at her notification rather.... Sad. I tried to read it through her reading glasses. It didn't work. I still felt dizzy. Too dizzy to even read. I wanted to sleep. But before that I wanted to know why I got abonded. Especially at that age. Why? I wanted to just give up waiting and go upstairs. My parents or should I say foster parents stared to suggest something in another language that I don't understand. I think it was German. Yeah, it is German. Or at least any germanic language except for English. They didn't speak it fluently but it was enough for both of them since it's understandable. Well... For them.

"and why she abonded you, Arthur." there was a long silence after what he said. Shit, I zoned out. Well it wouldn't hurt to ask if he could repeat. Right?... "P-Pardon me... I zoned out" they shot me some confused glances and they looked obviously annoyed before my foster mom spoke up "she abonded you because she became an alcoholic. She left you for your own good."

Something in the back of me is telling me that something isn't right... Someone is lying. Are my foster parents lying by not telling me the truth because my blood relative mom said something way to rude, and they don't want me to get more depressed than a week Ago? Or did my blood related mom just wrote that as an' excuse', if she liked me then she would come over and say it while looking at me in the eyes? Maybe they're all just telling the truth and sounding so off 'cause they're comfused and annoyed? Honestly, I don't know what to believe in this situation....

After I finished my meal I stood up and went back to my room. I locked the door. I grabbed one of my notebooks and a pen. I plopped onto my bed and decided to write a bit about what exactly happened. 'so' was the first word I wrote and then just gave up. I threw it in the trash can and rolled to the other side of my bed to grab my phone. I went on HetalChat. An app to... Chat? I see that I got a message. I've disabled all the notifications 1 weeks before the summer vacation. I clicked on it and turns out it was from our class group. Named 'What even is this group!?'.

Yao.Wang   :  nobody is going to question why almost no
  Yao Wang      one's active in the group. Especially in the
                           vacation!?

Kawakami527   :  I think of no... But why is nobody minding Yao
Kiku Honda          breaking rules. Isn't using real names illegal on  
                                  this app?

Total.hero          :  Nahh... He didn't get banded or something!? So
Alfred F. Jones      he's fine...

         A w e . P e e p s ! !  HAS CHANGED THE GROUP NAME  TO
                   Gilbert                          'HELL'       
                                  

Can't disagree Gilbert. That were the last and newest messages of the past week in the group. To be honest, I really like this app. Everywhere you go your phone scans other nearby people's phones that have HetalChat. And with that you get to know more people that live nearby you.

I yawned then suddenly a cool breeze hits me causing me to shiver. I looked over to the window at noticed that the window was open. I groaned as I stood up to close the window.

I looked outside and saw a little boy. Smiling... He had black hair and blue eyes. Out of his nose came tears. I was sure that it wasn't snot. A lot of tears. His mouth was bleeding. He stood there. Staring at me. I thought that it was a weird dream. I tried waking up. I couldn't. Maybe he was lost? Without thinking about it a second time I gesture him to come. I'll probably regret this later. If there even was a 'later'... I saw the boy running at me in an inhumane speed. I was scared.

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