Okay, so as promised, Artie's backstory~

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20 years ago...

The flames danced and crackled as they devoureed the Kirkland family house whole, and the two survivors could do nothing but watch as their life as they knew it burned down in front of their eyes. Tears running down their blackened faces, they clung onto each other for dear life. One was a tall, fiery red head of thirteen years of age, and he held his younger blonde six year old brother. You could only tell the two were brothers by the trademark emerald green eyes they shared with their mother and two other brothers. Or used to, as they no longer were of this world.

Arthur and Alistair knew this event would drastically change their lives, but none knew this was practically the setting stone for Arthur's entire future, it only needed a little push.

In the coming years, the two brothers would be constantly moving between their parents' friends' houses, not wanting to wind up in an orphanage. They hit the jackpot when one of those families moved houses and left their old one to the two as they owned it. Needless to say, this family wasn't short on money. 

For Alistair, all this plunged him into adulthood much too fast as he struggled to juggle a part-time job, money, homeschooling Arthur, and educating himself as well, all tasks none too easy for one. For Arthur, life as he knew it suddenly became dull and grey, and he began getting "extreme mood swings". No one suspected this to be the start of his multipile personality disorder. 

Both boys had no social life whatsoever, so this didn't help mentally in the least.

One fateful night, when Arthur was fifteen and Alistair twenty-two, their situation overall much better than what it used to be, young Arthur witnessed an assassination, and he was fascinated. He thought of it as an art. He became obsessed with the idea, worrying his brother, who was at first grateful for something Arthur could be enthusiastic about but then deemed it an unhealthy obsession. 

Whenever Alistair was out of the house, Arthur would practice knife throwing with their kitchen knives until he excelled at it.

One year later, he comitted his first assassination.

The victim was a politician that had been causing the people of the city a lot of trouble. All Arthur had to do was catch the man alone, pretend to be a fan, let the man leave with a newly fulfilled sense of self confidence and an ego boost, so he would never see the knife flying down into his head. 

The event caused an uproar, though people seemed more disappointed that they couldn't find the killer rather than about the death itself. Arthur was highly pleased with himself, and Alistair was suspicious about his behaviour, but never once did the thought that his baby brother had killed someone cross his mind.

This one killing launched a spree, and no one had ever caught Arthur. The police were in over their heads about it. About two years later, he met Francis Bonnefoy.

Francis was already part of the LON and twenty years of age. The two were set out to assassinate the same person at the same time. It was their meeting that led to Arthur joining the LON at the age of eighteen, and adopting the persona of "England", seeing as not a single Brit had joined them yet.

As for Alistair? He remains clueless of his baby brother's profession to this day, and it would break his heart if he knew.

Thus was the story of the world class assassin England, who was once a small, introverted book worm, and nothing more.

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Yeah, here it is! That's how Artie came to be our lovable assassin.

Any requests for the next backstory?