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In a second Ian was atop of Kat, with her on the floor, a cold blade pressed lightly against her throat.
"Don't you talk to me like that, Kat." He said her name with a layer of disgust, and Arthur pushed him off of her.
"Come on Ian, don't kill her yet!" He huffed, snatching the knife away from him.

Kat looked at Ian, her eyes wide and wild. She gulped, and lay on the floor for a moment, before cracking up. She moved her hands to her side and hugged her chest, laughing so hard that it stung.
"You're funny." She said, sitting up and touching the tip of his nose. "I like you." She said, her voice flirtatious.

((Oh Kat, you're hopeless xD ))

((God Kat...xD))

Ian slammed a fist into her jaw and that was when all he** broke loose. Arthur snapped at Ian for hitting a guest, making the older angrier so he began to beat the crap out of Arthur. Alfred was trying to get Kat up, and he saw Ian, so he ran over ad attempted to help Alrthur, only to get hit in the face.

Kat squeaked when the fist came down on her jaw line. She doubled into a corner and looked at Ian, her heart pounded, blood roared in her ears, she felt something. After being numb for so long, she finally felt something. Kat smiled, and watched at Alfred tried to pry Ian off of Arthur.
"Hey man, stop!" Kat said, getting up and walking over to Ian and Arthur, who were still fighting. "Seriously dude, chill!" Kat said, she wasn't afraid of him.

Arthur got knocked into the table, and Ian stood up again, rubbing some blood off his lip.
"You'll pay for that you little-" Ian began, before Alfred pushed out the door and locked it behind him. Arthur groaned and stood, wiping at a steady blood flow coming from the corner of his lip.

"Aw man, now he's gone." Kat muttered, her shoulder's slumping.

"Well what were you goin to do? Give him a talking to?" Arthur snarled. "You. Don't. Know. Ian. Did you know he carries a gun wherever he goes?" He growled, grabbing a dishtowel and wiping off his lip.
"Arthur calm down.." Alfred said quietly.

"A dangerous guy, huh..." Kat mused, looking at the door where she had last seen him.

Arthur seemed to grow more at how Kat didn't get that Ian was dangerous. He sighed, and glared once more at her.
"One night. You had better find a hotel tomorrow, or you'll be homeless." Arthur snarled, walking upstairs.
"I'm going...to go to bed... Tired from the flight and stuff.." Alfred said, before timidly following Arthur.

Kat frowned, why was he so upset? She went to the couch, pondering any nearby hotels. Thinking and thinking, remembering everything that used to be good. Before Arthur walked into their...No...her life. Before him, she and Alfred had something. But he came a destroyed it all. He was a home wrecker. And now he wouldn't even let her stay at his house? Or think about his brother? How selfish. Kat yawned and turned on her side, mulling over her life before her parents death. When things made sense and she had Alfred when young, just 13 and happy with the world. Discovering the old oak tree and the truck, happy days when the world was just all a game.

"Arthur..." Alfred said quietly, entering the Briton's room hesitantly. Said Brit didn't move, just continue looking out the window, his arms folded over his chest.
"Why are you so mad at Kat all the time?" He asked, sitting down next to Arthur on the bed. Arthur leaned away, his eyes flicking to his hands, before looking at Alfred.
"She's too stupid to understand how dangerous some people are, she's a complete Wanker, and she's bloody clueless about the fact that I. Don't. Like. Her." Arthur growled in response, tightening his fists. Alfred frowned, he was right, but he loved Kat and he couldn't just dump her somewhere. He sighed, and pulled Arthur into a hug.

Kat stared into the quiet darkness, her blue eyes shinning while everything else was dull/ The full moon cast a shadow through the window and she sat up. Kat fumbled into the kitchen and pulled out a paper towel. She then marched around for a pen and found one hidden under the dinning room table. Kat laid the paper towel out and began writing a note, she knew when she wasn't wanted. The note read:

Dear Arthur and Alfred,

I can take a hint. I guess fallowing you wasn't the greatest idea in the world, but hey, you guys are my only friends. To save you the trouble of kicking me out in the morning, I've decided to depart right now. I have my phone, if you wanna hang out, just call. And please, don't worry about me. I'll be deported as soon as the government figures out that I don't have a passport and that I plan on living here for a while. Peace out, hommies.

~Kat

And with that, Kat left the notice on the counter, gathered an apple or two and walked out of the door.

.::The following morning::.

Arthur woke up and went downstairs, fixing some tea and making himself some scones. He sat down at the table and picked up the paper towel, skimming over it before groaning. Alfred lumbered down stairs, and looked at Arghur, then the note.

Kat had found a bank, transferred her paper money into pounds, or whatever form of money they used in the UK, and had bought herself a motel room for the night. She woke up early, tugged on a pair of running shoes, and went for a nice long job.

Alfred frowned, And looked worriedly at Arthur.
"You think We should look for her?"be asked.
"No, why don't you try calling her instead?"