*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* Slam! A hand slides off of the snooze button of the radio and comes back to the warmth underneath the covers. A mop of blond hair recedes from the top of the American Flag designed comforter.
"Alfred! Get the hell up, your going to be late for school!" said a young man doused with a set of bushy eyebrows.
The bundle underneath the covers just shifted and groaned from the noise. "Mmh I don't wanna go to school" the muffled reply just irritated the other man already dressed in his school uniform.
"Aren't you going to meet your bloody friends at McDonalds?" Alfred could hear the snarl coming from the British man.
"Alright, alright. I'm getting up" the blond grabbed his glasses from the night stand and stretched.
"I'm leaving early to meet up with Kiku. You better not be late again!" He said as he gathered his books and went for the door.
"Damn, I hate school." Alfred, lonely in his apartment, got ready in morning silence. Locking the door, Alfred surveyed the surrounding areas of his apartment. 'It looked like that "freak" Ivan left already. Good.' He thought to himself as he walked down the steps and towards MckyD's.
"Yo! Alfredo~" a man with silver haired, and the same uniform as Alfred exclaimed.
"Hey Gilbe-" Alfred stopped mid sentence noticing the formal stoic blond across from his albino friend.
Alfred's gaze ran up and down the masculine frame and then locked his dark blue eyes with cerulean ones. Alfred's smile turned into a grimace quick.
"Who's this!? I thought we agreed about the terms bros before hoes. You weren't supposed to da-" Alfred's silver haired friend interrupted, "No! You got it all wrong dumbshit, this is my brother from Germany. Jeez, you go all ballistic just because you see me with some guy."
Alfred calculated Gilbert's response quickly, "some HOT guy." His voice changed from angry to flirtatious within seconds. "So, what's your name German~?"
The german cheeks went from smooth peach skin to red tomatoes within seconds. "Ah...Ludwig." He coughed out, to embarrassed to keep eye contact.
After sitting down next to Gilbert and examining Ludwig he came to a decision. "Hey, Luddy have you ever tried playing football?" Alfred asked casually. He could practically see the German's muscles under the red and white uniform.
"Not really. I'm not sure about it. Gilbert always used to complain about all the injuries he's gotten." He sighed apparently thinking of some past event.
"Oi, and don't call him Luddy." Alfred stared at Gilbert, wondering what was so wrong with the name Luddy. 'Ah, that look in his face. It shows jealousy and protectiveness. Gilbert you could have just told me you didn't want me flirting with your PRECIOUS "LUDDY".' Alfred chuckled to himself as he found out the reason, knowing Ludwig was oblivious to his brother. Even though he seemed ditsy, he could read others quite well.
After a long conversation of sports between the three athletes Alfred bugged in "School's goin' to start, let's get going. Don't want Arthur throwing a hissy fit."
On their way to school Alfred chose to walk behind Ludwig to get a good glimpse at his ass, but then Gilbert joined him, probably wanting the same view.
The bell rang just as they entered the classroom. After looking at the class schedule, Alfred found out that Ludwig was in 4 of his classes and sadly he was also stuck with the "Creep".
Sitting down in the back, Alfred ushered Ludwig to sit next to him. Half way through first period Ivan Braginski came in. He was 6 foot 3 and packed with muscles. Alfred would have recruited him for football long ago if he wasn't such a creep. The first time Alfred talked to him he had a Russian accent and had THE creepiest smile on his face.
Ivan took the last seat available which was right in front of Alfred. "great" the American mumbled quietly. As the teacher introduced Ludwig to the class Ivan turned and took a glance at Alfred. Blue eyes connected with purple ones, and Ivan's smile stretched across his face. "Hello Alfred." His eyes gleamed and he chuckled slightly as Alfred just snorted.
Oh does Alfred hate that cheeky amused face the Russian always gave him. It's almost like Ivan knew. Knew that underneath all the flirting, football, pervy friends, was someone who had a crush on the weirdest, freakiest guy in school. A guy dubbed as the "Creep".
Etoo, this is my first story soooo....sorry if it's crap. ;_;
But I'll try to upload it every week or so. o_o Annnd, I'm a sucker for non cannon pairings, so try not to expect anything cannon-like. c:
