A line in time-Forced fate

A line in time should not be broken. In fact, it is impossible to do such thing anyway. So...This must be fate.

Arthur Kirkland hadn't attended a party like this for a long time. At the present moment, he couldn't see why; things were innocent. The music's beat gently pulsed through the floor, guiding the other teenagers at the party to jump beside each other in time. There were more people that were intended to fit in such a house; Arthur thought that the walls would burst if anymore tried to enter. Just imagine the panic if the police came...Just imagine his panic if his brothers came...

Leaning against a small gap on the wall, almost forcing the people either side of him to edge out the way; he took a sip of cheap beer. Not that he'd bought it anyway. He tried to recall if he knew the host of this party; countless times he had turned up to events without knowing anyone. Not knowing the dealer he bought from. Not knowing the person he slept with.

But, on this occasion, the host was his good friend's, brother's girlfriend. And, Elizabeta and he were good friends, too; earning him a place in this crowded house. As if by magic (Or speak of the devil, the girls had a 'different' personality to most...) Elizabeta turned up beside him; her boyfriend close by her heels. Even though the other was much taller than the girl, he seemed to be reduced to the lowly status of a slave. His silver haircut shimmered in the dim light, covering red eyes that glanced down at Arthur. 'Tch, how fake.' Arthur thought, noting the eccentric colours Elizabeta's boyfriend seemed to fashion on his head.

"Good evening, Liz. Thank you for inviting me this evening." He smiled politely, still not acknowledging the other that has a prominent frown aimed in his direction. 'Liz' put her hand over her mouth and stifled a laugh, ignoring the awkward tension between the two teens. "Oh, Arthur you're so polite! Loosen up a little!" She jested, playfully punching Arthur on the arm.

Arthur let out a small laugh and swirled the beer in his plastic cup a little, looking at it with a critique's eye. "I would if I could, but this beer is pig's swill!" He tutted, taking another sip of the beer; despite having complained about it. "Be grateful you brat." A heavily German accented voice warned. Arthur shot his head up and met eyes with Elizabeta's new boyfriend, whose scowl had now multiplied. Arthur raised an eyebrow, taking the beer away from his lips. He was just about to retaliate to the Albino's comment; but a certain girl got there first, punching the other in the nose.

"Ha-ha, Gilbert," Elizabeta laughed, almost as if she hadn't just made her boyfriend's nose bleed, "You're so funny!" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Arthur stared at Gilbert who was now hiding his face against the wall, muttering cries of 'Dammit woman!' under his breath. If it wasn't for the fact he couldn't take Arthur's half-joke, he might have felt sorry for the Bloke.

"Sorry about him, Arthur." Elizabeta consoled, "Honestly, he's not as bad as you think." And with that, she forced the other off the ground and walked away.

The rest of the party went surprisingly un-eventful for Arthur; only chatting to Ludwig before he made his leave. Ludwig had also apologised on his brother's behalf; stating that he was good for nothing, and he was surprised he got with someone, Elizabeta of all people.

Arthur trudged along the street to his house, reeking of booze and smoke. He reconciled on times he had been at Ludwig's and Gilbert had dragged them out to a sketchy party in a place unknown. . . A lot was the answer. You'd think that from all the times that had happened, he'd know Gilbert well. But, this was the first time he'd been formally introduced, if you can call it that.

Ludwig had always referred to Gilbert as 'Bruder' or 'East'; and on the way to parties, the car had been filled with the two fighting. At the party, Gilbert left Arthur and Ludwig alone; leaving the two fifteen year olds at the time to avoid the drunken advances of the others attending the party. . . Apart for that one time...

Going back two years.

" Hey, Inselaffen.(1)" Ludwig's brother smiled, sitting next to the nervous boy on the sofa. Gilbert leant back and took a glug of the bottle in his hand, before offering its contents to the other. Arthur didn't reply, hoping that the silver haired boy would leave soon enough. The music thumped a high paced beat between the two, creating an excuse to stay silent. The silence remained for a minute or two, Arthur glancing at the other when he began fondling in his pockets for something.

Gilbert let out an 'AHAA!' as he pulled out a packet and a lighter; Arthur's eyes widening as what the packet contained sunk in. After a couple of clicks of the lighter, a small golden flame flickered; igniting the cigarette. 'Don't offer me one. Don't offer me one. DON'T OFFER ME ONE.' Arthur's mind chanted, unknowingly edging towards the other side of the sofa.

Unfortunately, Gilbert caught this; he turned his head slowly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Arthur's face paled as the Elder lit another cigarette, then prodding it in his direction. Arthur turned his head away, trying not to breath in the thick smoke wafting in his direction.

"I'd rather not. Thanks for offering, though..." Arthur meekly protested, holding up his hand. Gilbert's smirk grew ten times larger,

"Aw, but you should! Makes you feel good, 'y know?"

"No I don't know! And I don't intend to find out anytime soon!"

Gilbert smiled and edged towards the other, " You don't mean that." He said endearingly. Standing up, Arthur began to walk away, but sat back down when he realised he had to wait for Ludwig to return.

" Changed your mind?" Gilbert jested, taking another puff on the fag held loosely in his fingers. Arthur stayed silent, only shaking his head sightly. However, the Albino wouldn't give up. Suddenly, Gilbert reached out and grabbed Arthur's wrist, pulling it behind his back. Then, before Arthur could struggle, he sat on the other's lap and held the cigarette up to his mouth.

"Go on, Brit. Take a puff. I lit this for you~ Just 'cus you're cute." He teased, using his strength to keep the other still. Arthur tried to writhe his way out of Gilbert's grasp, but the elder was much stronger than he.

" I-I'd rather not...Thank you... I really must be going." His voice shook as sweat dripped down his face and his ears turned red.

" You're lying." Gilbert grinned slyly, pushing the drug clother to the other's lips. " You have to wait for my brother to return."

Arthur cursed under his breath, it was almost as if Ludwig's brother was mocking him. Why did he have to be so clever? Arthur opened his mouth to protest...Bad move. He was silenced by thecigarette entering his mouth and the Albino laughing softly to himself.

" That's it, Good Boy. Breath it in." He smiled as Arthur took a deep intake of the drug.

" See? I told yo-"

" LET GO OF ARTHUR, EAST!" Ludwig shouted suddenly, having seen his brother straddling his friend. Gilbert immediately jumped off the other and smiled, casually walking off as if nothing had happened. Ludwig rushed over to Arthur, who's head was drooped, his disheveled hair hanging over his face.

" Mein Gott, I'm so sorry about my brother. I-"

Arthur silenced the other by raising his hand. He lifted his head and smiled a pitiful smile at the other,

" Just...Let's go home." He whispered, standing up and leaving with the other.

Ludwig slept round Arthur's house that night, covering him for his parents. According to Ludwig, the 'Bonfire' was really fun, but they got tired, so came home.

Arthur didn't go to Ludwig's house for awear after that, the two always going to his; and when he did finnaly step into the house again, Gilbert had moved out.

Arthur shoved his hands in his pockets, scrunching his fists to maintain the little warmth he had in the bitter British winds. Whilst thinking about it, he realised that Gilbert was a bitch. An honest, free-easy bitch. His head began to mentally file all his down hill life on Gilbert. His bad grades. His drug habit. His brothers. It just had to be Gilbert, right?

He scowled at the thought of having seeing his face one more time. How could anybody be such a Git at a party? He shook his head at the new thought entering his mind, why didn't he remember that night? Granted, Arthur had only just remembered that night himself, but...

Thoughts turned and fought for recognition in Arthurs mind. What does Elizeveta see in that bloody Albino?

'He's not as bad as you think'

What could she have meant by that? How could that Dolt possibly be good enough for her? Surely there's someone better than Gilbert, even Ludwig! Questions grew and burned inside his head..

Suddenly, a small buzz went off in his pocket. Unclentching his fists, Arthur grabbed his phone and glanced at the glowing screen

'1 new message. Sender Unknown'

He frowned at the recipient and opened the message hesitantly. The short few seconds it took to open the message felt like hours to Arthur. 'If it's Gilbert...' He grimaced to himself. However, the message comfirmed his dread.

Sorry.

A/N TADAAAAAAAAAAAA.

I am actually planning to finish this, promise. ( What have I done...)

Every chapter will be above 1,000 words~

(1) Island monkey- Germans would call British brick-layers this back in the day XD.