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I felt a bit shocked when he siad that, he didn't really have a right to rip on my country like that. I snorted, feeling a bit of rage and sent a harsh glare back at him "I never said I hated it, I just said I'm starting too. Sure, the country is messed up as sh*t, but I didn't say I hated it. And I didn't say I hated Scottland either. " I snapped, then looked over at Arthur as if to say is this guy for real?! Then I noticed how quiet he'd become.

"Riley calm down..." Arthur said quietly, staring at his hands, which were twiddling nervously. Ian simply gazed at Riley, summing her up, before standing.
"You could do better Arthur," He said, glaring down at his brother. "You could have taken my offer." Having said that, Ian walked upstairs with his luggage, and entered one of the guest rooms, closing the door with a click. As soon as he was gone, Arthur's entire body seemed to relax, and his hands stopped shaking.

I scowled at Ian, already hating him, then he said those words. I practically snarled at him, but I held my tongue, knowing Arthur would want me to. You could do better... I shook my head and wrinkled my nose. The nerv of some people! I growled and stood as soon as Ian was upstairs. Though, I didn't know where I was going to do. I sighed and sat myself back down, then noticed how relaxed Arthur had become "Jerk..." Was all I could come up with.

"I could think of some other words.." Arthur said softly, looking upstairs. Alfred silenced himself again, lost in his own thoughts. Why did he come bak with Arthur? Only to relive his pain every day? He sighed, and Arthur looked over to him.

I frowned agian and just looked at my ands "He seems...I don't even have a word..." I muttered, then heard Alfred sigh and my frown deepend.

"Iapparently I take after him." Arthur scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"In what world?!" Alfred looked up and then left, walking quietly upstairs and shutting his door with a click.

"I agree with Alfred, you're absolutely nothing like him. You're kind, most of the time, and funny, and sarcastic, and a gentleman. While he's...I don't even know, just flat out suspicious, like he's hiding something..." I concluded, feeling curiouse. I looked up the stairs, wanting to uncover who Ian was even more.

"Most of the time?" Arthur repeated, with a laugh. "Yes well...suspicious would be a good word, unless you knew him better. Ask him and he'll tell you anything."

I snorted "I wouldn't even know what to ask..." I said grimly, I looked back up the stairs. Why was Arthur so afraid of him? "But I have a question for you" I said, turning to Arthur and frowning "Why are you afriad of him?" I asked.

Arthur looked at Riley, and shrugged.
"Ian is..he is so unpredictable and he could snap at any moment really." The Brit explained, standing, and then pulling Riley up. "Hence the tea incident~" 

(In Alfred's room)
Alfred strummed quietly on his guitar, playing the tune to 'Dani California' and singing the lyrics quietly. He sighed, he'd given up Arthur hadn't he? Why was he so jealous of Riley, when he clearly saw the Brit had loved her more? Alfred sighed, shoving his guitar aside. He stood and walked downstairs again, looking for food and ideas on how to get His Arthur back.
Arthur was making more tea, and looked up with a smile when Alfred walked up.
"Decided to join us have you?" The Brit teased, making Alfred blush only slightly. 
"Yeah I'm hungry dude, gotta eat sometime!" Alfred chimed, and Arthur raised his bushy eyebrows.
"You have GOT TO not gotta Alfred." Arthur corrected happily, making Alfred roll his eyes.
"Whatever~" 

I pursed my lips in though at Arthur's words then saw Alfred appear. I chuckled at heir grammar lesson and walked over to the fridge, all sorts of food lined the cold box. I smiled and pulled out a column of grapes. I shut the fridge and walked over to Alfred, giving him a handful and popped one in my mouth "Mhh...Grapes, my favorite" I sighed, swallowing the one in my mouth and popping another one in. I heard Shay's woof and felt her slick, wet, nose on my leg "Hey girly" I said, giving her a good scratch. The dog woofed again and wagged her tail. I smiled a bit more then walked over to Arthur, who, of course, was sipping his tea. I wrinkled my nose at the drink, it smelled like grass and mint. But, since Arthur loved it so much, I decided to give it a try. I grabbed the pot next to him and poured myself a cup. It didn't taste any better than it smelt, so I set the cup down and snorted "Where's the sugar..." I muttered, thinking out loud and walking over to the pantry. I grabbed around 6 packs and started shoveling sugar into my tea. If didn't make much of a difference, I wrinkled my nose with disgust at the drink.

Alfred took the grapes and ate them all in one bite, much to Arthur's amusment.
"That's how you choke," The Britishman pointed out, trying to hold back his laughter. Alfred smiled and stood again, going to get more food.
"Now, really Riley? You're going to waste that? I'd drink it but you drowned it in sugar." Arthur said with a huff, frowning in playful disapproval. Almost with no sound at all, Ian was downstairs again, spreading somethin on a potato scone. The older looked over at Arthur, baring some resemblance to Sean Ian did. Arthu averted his eyes quickly, wondering if Riley would believe the lie he told her about why he feared his brother. Ian smirked, and sat down at the table to eat his scone.

I was about to answer Arthur when Ian just appeared. I faltered a bit but took another sip of my suger drowned tea. It still tasted horrible, but I didn't like wasting food "Well, since you like it so much, I decided to give it a try. I thought adding sugar would make it taste better, like coffee, but it didn't" I grinned at him then glanced over at Ian who was munching on a scone. I frowned at bit and took anoher sip, the distastful bevrage made me gag slightly. I stuck out my tongue at Arthur, the 5-year-old equivalent of flipping someone off and smiled playfully.

Arthur only smiled, fidgeting quietly with his fingers.
"Ian do you need something?" Arthur asked, looking over at his older brother. Ian glanced up and blinked, before standing.
"I was actually wondering if you still played guitar?"

"You play guitar, Arthur?" I asked, feeling a bit worried that I never knew that. I looked at Ian questionably and then Arthur, what else didn't I know about him? Probably a lot, heck he could've had a whole secret life that I didn't even know about.