Author's note: Sorry for the horrid grammar and such before! I wrote it on my phone and just wanted to get this up! I've been meaning to write this for awhile now, as many of my friends would tell you. But so! This story contains a shit ton and a half of pairings and mature content such as sex, drinking, a lot of teenage swearing and drama. I cannot forget to mention the drama because there is so. Damn. Much. So! I do not own Hetalia or anything mentioned in this story. I hope you enjoy. Oh yeah, if you see any mistakes please don't be afraid to tell me! I'm always looking for help or critics.
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It all started that day, the best summer Alfred was probably ever going to experience, like, ever. Seriously, he's not joking. He didn't do much and his social life wasn't that great, well, besides after today, wait, he was getting ahead of himself.
How he ended up at Gilbert's bands first, kind of, show he wasn't too sure, but all he knew was that he was really not welcome there and it was making him extremely uncomfortable. If Gilbert and his brother Matthew weren't so adamant about it he would have probably just stayed home and enjoyed his free time playing video games or something. He was only seventeen, what did you expect from him?
He was trying his best to ignore the glares aimed at him from across the tiny basement coming from the huge eyebrowed bassist and just tried his best to keep up the energetic conversation he was having with the Hungarian woman, Elizaveta. Apparently she was one of Gilbert and Ludwig's oldest friends, it also didn't help that she was dating their cousin, Roderich.
Alfred tried his best to keep up with her but as Feliciano wiggled his way into the conversation, from there it just went downhill for him and he all but gave up. Only adding his two cents when either of the other two asked him, which was normally just a smile and a nod and they just continued on as if uninterrupted.
When he felt all hope was lost a ray of light burst though in the form of a small framed Japanese man, that had Alfred wondering how he and the bassist fit into those tight pants, yet still had them sagging slightly he would never know. He cleared his throat and immediately had everyone in the tiny basement's attention.
Without a moment's hesitation the band started playing, Kiku (Alfred had heard his name thrown around once he appeared on stage, could he really call it a stage? Whatever) singing into the microphone in his hand while Gilbert and Brow's backed him up. Matthew stood beside Alfred singing along to every song they played and swaying to the beat, along with most of the other people in the room who weren't making a huge ass of themselves by jumping and screaming along.
Overall Alfred thought they did pretty well when finished their set and they all fell into different parts of the basement. Brow's went and talked with people in the hall that looked strikingly like him, his brother's maybe? Parents? Then he realized he didn't care and went about what he was doing, which was creeping on the rest of the band members.
Gilbert had carried Matthew away to do god knows what and Alfred didn't bother look for them further. Ludwig was being pulled towards the couch by a hyper Feliciano and that only left Kiku, who was currently sitting by himself texting on his phone.
Alfred tentively walked over to him and didn't really know what to do or say beyond that but figured the best route was to introduce himself.
"Hey, Kiku." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm Al-"
"Alfred Jones, brother to Matthew. Best friends with Gilbert and Matthias, average student at H Academy but excels in sports, math and science." Kiku then looked up from his phone and smiled. "I've heard a lot about you." He stood and bowed slightly. "I'm happy to finally meet you."
Alfred laughed loudly. "Dude, that was awesome! I think I've heard about you from Matthew!"
"Possible," He nodded then sat back down, leaving enough room for Alfred to sit as well. "Please, sit. I know Arthur will probably be back soon and he will not be happy."
Alfred did as he was told and sat, pulling out his own phone and checking his Facebook. Best thing to do in awkward situations! Look like you have friends and a social life awaiting you once you leave! He smirked to himself as he scrolled down things he didn't care about.
"Alright, the awesome me thinks it's high time we get out of this stuffy basement and head out to the park!" The rest of the room cheered at Gilbert's suggestion and started bounding up the stairs, through a moderately decent kitchen and out the side door.
The park just so happened to be right across the street from the house they were in and Alfred was surprised he hadn't noticed it sooner. He went and sat himself on the plastic play equipment laughing as Feliciano made Ludwig swing on swings with him. Elizaveta flung herself over his shoulders, messing up his already kind of messy hair as she did.
"Liz, what's up?" He laughed.
"Someone should go and steal Arthur's hat. He's being a dick." She pouted hanging her head over his neck so he could no longer see her face through her long brown hair.
"I barely know the dude so not me." He shrugged making her giggle as she was lifted up.
"I'll do it!" Gilbert burst up from the slide he was laying on with Matthew and ran over to Arthur and the girl he was sitting with, holding up his skinny jeans the entire way so they didn't fall off. He swiped the flat billed hat off the messy blonde's head and ran away laughing the entire way back to the play equipment. "Here! Dude! Take it!"
He plopped the hat down on Alfred's head, skewing his glasses. "What, dude! Take this!" he blushed throwing the hat from his head only to be met with an aggravated Arthur instead of an obnoxious bleach blonde.
"That would be mine." Arthur bent down to pick up the hat, giving Alfred an amazing view of the bassist's ass and Union Jack boxers he might add.
"Uh, yeah, sorry." He said sheepishly only to receive of a glare from the retreating Arthur. Once he was almost certain Arthur was out of earshot he groaned, slamming his head on the actually hard metal part of the equipment.
"Oh don't take Arthur too seriously. He's always like that." Feliciano sat down next to the American, grinning broadly. "He still doesn't get along with my brother, Lovino."
"That's understandable, though." Alfred laughed.
"Yeah, he can be really mean but he's still my brother." He held a finger to his lip then laughed, as if remember something, though what Alfred couldn't tell you. "But about Arthur! He'll warm up to you, probably, I don't know. But what I do know is that his girlfriend has been glaring at you this entire time as well!"
"Feli! How is that supposed to help me?" Alfred groaned, burying his face in his hands.
"Doesn't that like make you competition or something?" he cocked his head to the side, a stray curl swaying in the wind.
"I don't want to be competition!" He blushed, staring at Feliciano like he was crazy. Because he was, wasn't he? Just because Arthur had a nice ass didn't mean he wanted to replace his girlfriend or some crazy shit like that!
"Keep telling yourself that, Alfie!" he giggled as he stood. "Well, I need to get Luddy to do something he normally wouldn't do now! I'll text you!" He ran off in the said German's direction leaving Alfred alone once again but not for long because without realizing it someone was currently sneaking up behind him, up the small yellow slide and tackling him to the ground.
Alfred screamed, like a man of course, as he was thrown to the ground. When he finally got the nerve to look up at his captor his frown immediately shifted to a grin.
"Matthias!" He yelled, throwing his arms around his best friend's neck. "Welcome home!"
"Thanks, bro! What are you doing all by yourself! That's not like you!" He scolded only making Alfred shrug.
"Dude, I was so uncomfortable here, like no shit!" He laughed, shoving his friend. "But how did you know where I was?"
"You really shouldn't update your facebook every five minutes, it's not healthy." He reached into Alfred's blue hoodie pocket and pulled out his phone. "I'm taking this for your own safety, Mr. President." He laughed shoving the phone into his own pocket.
"What! No way, dude! Give it back!" He whined. "It's not fair!"
"It's so fair! Also, what are you wearing! It's like almost a hundred out!"
"I don't care, mom!"
"Will you two please stop flirting already? You're giving me a headache!" Gilbert groaned, stalking over towards them. "You two should really resolve your sexual tension already, it's been years!"
"I like our sexual tension very much, thank you!" Alfred pouted, pulling Matthias closer to his chest. "Then we'll get married and never have sex and live happily ever after!"
"It's the perfect fairytale marriage!" Matthias cried, burying his face in Alfred's chest.
"I love you so much, man!" He cried loudly.
"I love you too, bro! Never leave me!" They looked into each other's eyes, leaning in closer until the two teen boys burst out laughing, rolling away from each other.
"Why I associate with you two astounds me." Gilbert laughed, pulling the two teens to their feet.
"I'm surprised you know most of those words." Alfred commented with a cheeky grin.
"Fuck off, asshole. Just because I skip most of my classes doesn't I'm not passing them." He punched the grinning honey blonde's shoulder.
"Hey boys! Over here!" The three teens turned to see Elizaveta and Kiku holding cameras.
"Smile!" Kiku grinned from behind his camera.
They wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders and all made faces at the camera, not being able to hold back their laughter as the camera's flash nearly blinded them.
"Alright, cock suckers. Go home." Arthur growled from his bench, his arm firmly around his girlfriend's shoulder. "My brother's will be home soon and I don't want to deal with them and you guys all at the same time."
"Alright, alright." Gilbert shrugged. "You win this time, Kirkland!"
"Whatever, Beilschmidt. Remember next practice is in two days." The shorter boy growled. "Forget and I'm taking all your beer."
"What!? That beer is hard to come by!" Gilbert whined, hanging himself off of Matthew.
"Then you better remember." He turned his nose up in the air as he and his girlfriend walked back to his house hand in hand.
With that they all left, Alfred and Matthias in Matthias in truck, Matthew and Gilbert in Gilbert's car along with Ludwig and Feliciano in the backseat.
Once they were on the road back towards their hometown Alfred let himself relax in his seat, windows rolled down and music playing remotely loudly in the background.
"Are you spending the night tonight?" He asked after they jammed out to a few of their favorite songs.
"Nah, dude, I can't tonight. Since we just got back from vacation Mom wants me home for the night to make sure I'm not jet legged." He laughed, running a free hand through his spiked blonde hair.
"Make sense. When Mattie and I came back from France it fucked us up for a bit afterwards."
"Right? I just wanted to get out of my house for a bit first."
"I'm glad I'm first on your list of things to do." Alfred laughed.
"In more ways than one." Matthias looked over at him and winked while licking his lips.
"Fuck off!" Alfred blushed, throwing an empty pop bottle at the laughing blonde.
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Once Alfred was showered, in his comfy set of Captain America pajama bottoms, and was finally in his bed again he pulled out his laptop from under the bed and got ready for a good night of blogging and facebook.
As facebook loaded he noticed that he had five new friend request! Boy, was he a popular one tonight! Kiku, accepted. Elizaveta, accepted. Roderich? He didn't even meet him today, whatever. Accepted.
Wait. No way. No fucking way.
Arthur Kirkland wants to be friends.
He clicked the accept button as fast his the internet would let him then went and looked at the last friend request, which just so happened to be Arthur's girlfriend. Who's name was Alice? Hm. Arthur and Alice… Alfred and Arthur… his name sounded way better with Arthur's than hers.
Wait. Fuck! Bad Alfred! Don't think about that, Alfred! Do not think stuff like that! Seriously, brain, what's wrong with you? Gosh.
Right when he was about to log off for the night he heard the chime of someone wanting to talk to him. Yet, he was sure he already said good night to Matthias and Gilbert, who else would want to talk to him? It was nearly two in the morning.
Arthur Kirkland messaged you!
Well, shit! He clicked on the message to see a simple hello awaiting him.
Arthur Kirkland: Hello.
Alfred F. Jones: Hey, dude! What's up!?
Arthur Kirkland: Nothing too much to write home about. You?
Alfred F. Jones: Just got off tumblr! My blog is super cool!
Arthur Kirkland: Well…that's certainly interesting.
Oh I also must apologize for my behavior earlier. Gilbert just
Never lets me know when he invites people over.
Alfred F. Jones: Oh dude, it's no problem at all! I know that feeling with
Him being over almost every day! It doesn't help that he's dating my brother, either.
Arthur Kirkland: Oh, you're the one Matthew is always talking about.
Alfred F. Jones: D: Dude! What's that supposed to mean!?
Arthur Kirkland: Nothing bad, you twat. He has nothing but the highest regards for you.
You're just not what I expected, being his twin and all.
Alfred F. Jones: Oh yeah that! We get that all the time! :D
Arthur Kirkland: Quite. So.
Alfred F. Jones: I'm super sorry but you caught me right when I was about to
Go to bed so we should totally hang out sometime soon, like tomorrow or something.
Here is my number : xxx-xxx-xxxx just call or something when you want to chill!
Arthur Kirkland: Charming. I may call you up on that offer, Alfred.
Alfred F. Jones: Sweet! Good night, Artie!
Arthur Kirkland: It's Arthur, you twat! But good night.
Alfred F. Jones is no longer online.
Alfred grinned to himself as he put the laptop on the floor and curled up on the comfortable full size bed covered in pillows, you never know when you need a cuddle pillow. He could tell that this summer was going to be the most interesting yet and boy was he excited. That night he fell asleep with high hopes and Arthur Kirkland on his mind.