Hello there~ this is a new fic I am working on although I should probably be working on the other one that is also on-going but oh well. This is a student AU for the Hetalia pairings GerIta and USUK. Their human names are given and for any characters who did not officially have human first names or full names, I used their fan-based names. Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or it's characters, they belong to their respectful owner. This starts off as everyone's morning for you to get a good idea on how this fic will go. Hope you enjoy ^.^
Characters: North Italy (Feliciano Vargas), South Italy (Lovino Vargas), England (Arthur Kirkland), Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt), America (Alfred F. Jones), Spain (Antonio Fernandez), France (Francis), Prussia (Gilbert), and Netherlands (Tim Govert) I think Govert was an option as a first name for him but Govert is also a last name though it is English. Whatever, I wanted him to have a last name.
xGood Morning Little Onex
A certain auburn haired teen turned is head, rubbing his eyes tiredly as his hand reached out to his alarm clock that played his favorite song: Marukaite Chikyuu by Daisuke Namikawa. He could easily hear his transfer student guardians argue with their troubled son Tim Govert. The Govert family, while being gracious enough to house the Italian student as he studied overseas, was an angry and violent family. They never raised a hand to Feliciano but to their son... Well there was a reason why the blond son was out every night screwing anything with two legs and drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
The Italian teen sat up in his bed rubbing his normally slightly closed eyes again with his right wrist, stretching and yawning before deciding to crawl out of bed. He heard a few more shouts before the front door slammed hard and he could see the family making their way out to the lawn, each going their separate ways for the day. They always left him like that, expecting him to care for himself and get ready for the morning, being sure to make it to the early school bus. Oh well, so long as their anger wasn't directed towards him, he should be fine.
Feliciano went to his drawers, opening them up to gather his clothes for the day: a green and gray stripped shirt with a pen pocket and khaki shorts with billions of other pockets varying size and means of closing. Maybe he should change his wardrobe? The soft-hearted kid knew for a fact that that was one of the reasons he was picked on. Yes, Feliciano Vargas was, in fact, a tormented soul in which his punishments for living were acted out daily. Damn, how he hated America. Back in Italy this pecking order would never had occurred as his brother Lovino would have stepped in and taken charge. While the darker brunette was still a coward, he proved to be a ferocious beast when it came to protecting the younger twin.
How he missed his family back in his homeland, but he had to stay strong! This was a chance for new experiences however troublesome and hurtful they are. He couldn't tell his family what was really going on or else they would have had him deported back to Italy in a heart beat, showering him with love and protection. How ironic it was that such a weak kid would choose the harsh streets of America that tried to slam its door in his face everyday versus running back home to a loving environment. No. That is what the old Feliciano did; the new Feliciano faced his tormentors with slightly... shaking legs and... yelping cries... But he faced them none the less!
Slipping his tiny frame into his rather baggy clothes he made his way to the bathroom that he shared with Mathias. The other teen lined the counters with various piercings that the Italian questioned whether or not they belonged to the Dutch kid. The counters also contained some gels: empty, crushed, as the blond tried so desperately to get the last drop out from the bottle, or full it didn't matter, several types of combs that the brunette was forbidden to use, and, if he dared to say it, new and used condoms that did not just littler the counter but also around the always full bathroom trashcan. That man was a dirty whore and he knew it.
Feliciano flinched as he grabbed his designated brush and the slight top of his hand touched one of those wretched pieces of plastic. Dear lord let him make it through the morning without catching herpes or worse: AIDS. Combing his messing hair he fixed it right, leaving that side curl he had as he knew it would be futile to get rid of it.
He looked at himself fully now, inwardly hissing at the reflection shown. He wasn't at all pleased with his appearance. Those closed eyes, that ugly shade of brown that defined his hair, those hormone caused pimples that maimed his once soft facial flesh and most likely would show up with pits in his face once they clear up considering he scratched at the scabs daily, and his weak body that could probably be blown away with the wind. If he was someone else and saw him walking through the school hallways, he would probably be beating himself to a pulp everyday too.
He let out an exasperated sigh and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen; he might be able to make a decent breakfast before going out to the bus. In truth, the Italian student had two passions in life. One, he was an extreme otaku, completely enthralled with Japanese art and literature (his favorite being anime) that it was another cause for him to be mutilated the way he was, but he would never give up on his fantasy world. Secondly, he aspired to be an Italian chef. He learned a lot from his parents in Italy, but it was his spending of every summer at his uncle's restaurant that truly allowed him to spread his wings. He didn't like to brag but he had to admit that he was a pretty decent chef. His favorite dish of all would be his fettuccine Alfredo, the secret spice being nutmeg and a lot of garlic. He had high hopes that his uncle, having no kids of his own, would pass down his restaurant to him and he would live out his life doing the thing he loves the most: having people discover the true flavor of Italy!
The boy padded over to the fridge which he continually stocked. While the school system paid his current guardians with enough money to clothe and feed him, his parents back home still sent him plenty so he could continue to cook. He looked over at the clock on the stove: one hour before he had to leave. He always gave himself plenty of time to make a hearty meal before school, sometimes bringing left overs for lunch. Unlike Mathias, Feliciano was a very good student and wouldn't do anything to hinder his education. The only reason Mathias left so early in the morning was because he wanted enough time himself to get in a quick bang before having to be some-what abstinent throughout the school day.
Feliciano looked at the full fridge, biting his cheek debating what he should cook. He eventually shrugged, pulling out butter, cream cheese, Italian sausage, Swiss cheese, chives, eggs, and half-and-half cream, laying out all of the ingredients on the counter. He walked over to his beloved spice cabinet, taking out the flour, salt, and Cayenne pepper. This dish would take close to forty minutes to make but that was the reason why he gave himself so much time in the morning. He quickly went to work, chopping and mashing the ingredients before shoving it all in the oven.
During the time he was waiting to the completion of his breakfast, he cleaned the kitchen quite enthusiastically, this was, after all, his favorite breakfast dish. The timer rang and he went to check if it was done. Sure enough he pulled out the pan to reveal his gorgeous making of Petite Sausage Quiches. He sat them on a rack to cool, tapping his fingers anxiously on the counter until he thought that they were cool enough. By the time he thought they were ready he picked one up and popped it into his mouth, grimacing as the heat of the food slightly blistered his tongue. Oh well, it was worth it. He smiled as he ate nearly all of it, packing the rest as he thought he should give his only friend at the school some breakfast as well.
He packed his bag with his favorite manga and the Quiches, zipping up his bag and running out the door. Only when he was done enjoying his food in bliss did he realize that there was a chance for him to be late to the bus. Sure enough when he reached the stop he noticed the mammoth yellow vehicle loading up the last of the kids. He raced onto the platform lucky to not have the cruel bus driver leave him behind in the dust. As much as Feliciano wanted to hide in the front and disappear the bus driver forced farther back because the other students would throw things at him during the drive and the driver had deemed it to be too 'distracting'.
The auburn teen clutched his navy blue backpack as he scuttled his way down the aisle to the middle of the bus. The driver grew irritated at his slowness and started driving before the poor teen had a chance to sit down. He lurched forward and an unknown teen stuck his foot out tripping the Italian. Feliciano fell to the ground, the torment had already begun.
"Watch where you're going Vargas, wouldn't want to hurt yourself now, would we?" Some cocky kid flashed him a smile and the rest just laughed, throwing wads of paper at him to continue the assault.
"If only you didn't do it on purpose." the boy muttered as he got up, dusting himself off and sitting in his seat. His peers continued the obnoxious tormenting, boys a girls alike. He simply rested his chin on his palm staring out the window as the world went by, being too much used the the utter nonsense and chaos that suffocated his very being. He sighed, everyday... every god damn day. When will it end? He could only pray that the bus ride would be short and that he could hide somewhere in the school quick enough to not be detected. "Fly under the radar"... that was what is only friend had told him.
Feliciano lifted his head so fast that it should have snapped when the bus has stopped, opening the doors to unload the tired teens. He bolted and squeezed passed the students before the front seaters could stand, not wanting to be held up in foot traffic by his designated bullies. With his backpack clutched to his chest, he made his way through the hallways dodging all of the students who still threw names his way. Keeping his eyes closed he tried to avoid contact but somehow manage to hit shoulders with a rather tall peer, spinning him till he faced the other. Oh crap, it was one of members of the group that hurt him the most!
"Hey watch where you're going Vargas! You nearly hit the new guy!" Antonio Fernandez stared down on the smaller teen emitting a warning aura, his brown eyebrows furrowed and his broad shoulders stood out and his arms were crossed over his chest.
Feliciano nodded keeping his head down, avoiding either glares from the two larger teens before him, not even taking a glance to the 'new guy'. "Y-yes Antonio is what my bad, I'm sorry. I couldn't see where I was going."
"You probably couldn't see because your eyes are always closed idiot. Just don't let it happen again and I won't tell the others." The auburn teen simply nodded. Out of the whole group that tormented him, Antonio was probably the nicest. Though he claimed that it was because of the way Feliciano looked that everyone wanted to beat him, he would only do simple taps on the head, never leaving a bruise or scar.
With that confirmation Feliciano ran off to the Out of Order bathroom just a few meters away from the cafeteria to meet up with his only friend: Arthur Kirkland.
xThe Sun Doesn't Shinex
The sun seeped through white curtains onto blond eyelashes, causing the owner to squint and furrow his equally blond and rather thick eyebrows. He grunted and turned over, hearing in return the clang of empty beer cans and bottles. Now this particular teenage blond was not a heavy drinker as he was, as they say in America, a light weight, so this mess of containers of the yellow alcoholic beverages was just a symptom of neglectful accumulation of trash. Trash. Just as the teen himself was called every day of his measly existence.
Oh well. The Brit teen sat up in his bed, his covers showing off a very proud British flag, the only thing in his room that was not black. He stretched, exposing the view of the fish net shirt that still covered his torso and arms he turned his head to see his clock, careless to think that relying on the sun to wake him up was the proper alarm clock, noticing that if he hurried he would be able to make it to his usual meet up with his friend and not disappoint the softer one of the two. Friends. Arthur only had one and had not bothered to find any others. Oh well.
He finally talked himself into getting out of bed and facing the gruesome day, again revealing dark clothes: his fishnet shirt and black boxers. He went to his closet pulling out some razor cut skinny jeans with his favorite chains and a button up white shirt and a black and purple tie. He rolled up the sleeves of the shirt to his elbows, keeping the collar disheveled and the first two buttons undone, his neck tie hanging loosely to complete the outfit. He was one of few dark creatures of the school but even his fellow brethren avoided him like the plague. He then slipped on some black books that required the owner to strap them up like belt buckles.
He looked in the mirror deciding that his morning mop was good enough and simply combed his fingers through. He also decided that sipping simple mouth wash and spitting it out his second story window was acceptable as well. He leaned over his desk tossing his school work into his black backpack and lugging it onto one shoulder he made his way down stairs. Perhaps his mother would still be asleep long enough so that he could make some toast. No such luck.
"Well look who's dressed like a faggot once again." A rather large blond woman stood hunched over the kitchen counter with a cup of Joe clasped in both hands as if it were her life line, and judging by Arthur it probably was at this point as the woman flinched at the morning light, dark bags hung from her green eyes as she rubbed circles with two fingers on her temple trying desperately to drive the infernal headache away. She sneered showing off her grotesque rotting teeth, her lips still stained by last night's lipstick. By how this woman looked Arthur often wondered which of his features he had gotten from his dad who currently resided in a heavily guarded prison on death row for murder.
He looked at the woman with disgust and decided it would be better not to say anything and instead forget about the toast. He made his way outside hearing a faint noise of his horrid mother screaming, " I wasn't done talking to you!" to his receding back.
Arthur's life, his life was one where the sun was constantly setting and never rising. His mother was an abusive alcoholic who hit her only son regularly and then left him in pain and misery to go to a bar till dawn. As for his father, he hardly knew him, all Arthur could remember of the man was that he loved him dearly and it was because of that love that the man was now on death row. A comrade in his gang had spoken ill of the other's four year old son right after they had moved to America from England, and well, that didn't go over well with Mr. Kirkland, leading to an all out brawl and killing the man who delivered the snide comment.
He didn't remember what his father looked like and his mother certainly didn't hang up any photos of him, and though he could of searched for his father's mug shot online, he decided against it. Arthur also remembered his father telling him to never lay a finger on a woman no matter what, so being the only thing he remembered his father saying he kept it to heart and would never once strike his mother back even though he had thought about it on many occasions.
Arthur walked through a small patch of forest to get to school, he lived so close it was ridiculous and it pissed him off to no end. Reaching the front of the school he inwardly shuddered knowing that high school was a battlefield equal to the casualties he received at home. Passing by trying to go unnoticed he glance at a well known blond and made a throaty noise of disgust. Who he saw was the quarterback of the football team, mister smiles, lady killer, mister privileged, arrogant little shit who went by the name of Alfred Jones. Even his name sounded famous as everyone depicted him as the hero of the school. A man like Alfred was Arthur's worst enemy. He had it all while Arthur had nothing. Life is too cruel.
Unlike Alfred, Arthur had to bury himself in his studies if he wanted to go far and it was his stressful home life that led to a few drunken nights after his studies. He could easily steal beers from his mom's stash since she was always completely clueless. Looking away the Brit trudged off into school looking for a certain Out of Order bathroom to hide in where he usually met his only friend.
On his way there he caught a glimpse of a new student that was tall and muscular causing the other teen to noticeably flinch out of trained instincts. He was blond and blue eyed which made the Brit wonder if he was German. Next to him stood the almost equally tall, but not as equally built, Antonio walking beside him, the brunette smiling as they passed by, giving Arthur a good slapped on the back of the head. He winced in response but accepted it as it is, he deserved it after all since he was a rat and a nuisance to begin with.
He noticed that he was there before the Italian transfer student but merely shrugged at this thought. Better to be early than late. He went to the farthest wall and sat escaping a sigh of relief that the knock behind his head was the worse so far. Feliciano, the Italian transfer student, was his only friend in truth although they are complete opposites. Arthur, being a British punk whose bark was worse than his bite and Feliciano, being a meek and quiet otaku Italian who loved to cook. And boy was he good at cooking, Arthur having tried many of his dishes for breakfast as most of the time he didn't eat due to his dragon mother nesting in the kitchen when needed most.
Their story of becoming friends wasn't all that complicated as it had begun in Freshmen year as of now they were Juniors. They both shared the same hour for PE and still do to this day by some miracle. It was their last class of the day and some assholes decided to pick on both of them as they got dressed to go home. Both weak teens were beaten to the point that they could hardly see out of one or both eyes and were so badly battered and bruised as they were stuffed into a crowded bathroom stall in the locker room that they had no other choice but to lick each others' wounds sort to speak...
*"Ve~ I hate America. I want to go home." the Italian cried.
"Yeah well at least you have a bloody home you like enough to go back to." the blond retorted back.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you mad. Ve~ Are you going to hate me now like the rest do?" he questioned feeling upset that he couldn't at least make one friend who could understand him.
Hearing the desperate tone in the foreign student's voice, the Brit's heart clenched in his chest, "No, I don't hate you. Contrary to that, I think you're an alright guy."
"Ve~ Really?! Do you mean it?" he replied excitedly, rubbing his cheek on the other's, this not being so difficult as they were already pressed up against each other.
"Yes, I mean it." he muttered back sounding somewhat annoyed.
"Yay! My first friend, maybe this butt kicking wasn't so bad after all. My name is Feliciano Vargas and you are?"
The blond doubted that them being beaten to a pulp was anything remotely good but nonetheless he said back, "Arthur Kirkland"*
At the end of this memory Arthur looked up to see said brunette walk into the bathroom slightly shaking, the blond thinking that he must of had an even rougher morning than himself. The Italian looked up and smiled. Honestly, Arthur thought he was such a sweet guy that he couldn't possibly understand what provoked the others to pick on him so much, was it because he was so weak and kind-hearted?
"Ve~ Good morning Arthur! Have you had breakfast yet?" he pulled out a container to which the Brit's mouth watered and he shook his head hurriedly in hopes to getting the food sooner. The auburn haired teen only snickered and sat down next to his hungry friend handing him the left over breakfast.
"What is it this time?" He questioned.
"Petite Sausage Quiches." he answered still smiling.
"Really? This is one of your best! Thanks man!" he said gratefully. "Man I can't wait to visit you in Italy once you have your own shop and everything. You're going to go far I can tell." after claiming this compliment the punk then began to stuff his face with the savory food. How delectable! he thought as he munched away. Though the day didn't start off as bad as others, they still had another seven hours to go.
xWake Up to a New Landx
A certain overgrown Aryan race teen woke up to the soft knocking of his transfer student guardian, "Ludwig? Do you still have jet-leg? Today is your first day of American school. You don't want to be late so please get ready quickly so you and Antonio can eat and get to school." the petite woman called out softly.
He sat up in his bed, turning his legs out from under the covers, he wore a black tank top and blue boxers, a German black cross hung from his thick neck. He could smell the cooking of sausage from his homeland. It was a very gentle and sweet Spanish household he came to stay in and they were being very considerate of the his cultural background. Overall he was excited to start studying in America.
Ludwig Beilschmidt looked around his new room in which he would be staying in for the next two years even though he was starting in the middle of the first semester of Junior year. It was well clean and orderly just like his room back in Germany. He had a light blue comforter with white sheets, navy blue curtains and a black desk and black drawers. It was nice.
To say he was homesick would have been the truth because while his parents were strict, specifically on his education and sports, they still cared and loved him which was a life the teen just couldn't complain about. He was blessed to have high morals and a strong sense for stepping up for the underdog all while tearing down strong enemies from their roots. His older brother Gilbert might not have helped in this development in a positive way, but he set an example for Ludwig not to follow.
He was now taking these teachings in life to America where he earned the chance to study since he had become so fluent in English and was enthralled with the American lifestyle. Naturally, he was elated to find out that he was chosen to study abroad though he was chosen for the same reason as any other foreign student from across the world. The school he was going to was well known for its diverse student population, it was known as the Melting Pot school just as the country was known for.
The young German pulled himself out of bed deciding to take on the day in the new and exotic land so foreign to his own. So far he had kept what little clothes he had in his drawers and he made a mental note to ask if he could shop for more as he pulled out a green close-to-denim-fabric jacket leaving all the buttons undone and some casual blue jeans. The struggles of moving over seas.
He straightened his *iron cross and went to the adjoining bathroom that connected his and Antonio's rooms together, brushing his teeth and gelling back his hair like the military academy he attended during middle school had taught him. Grabbing his backpack, which was actually his dad's first military bag, he walked into the kitchen of the Spaniard's household.
Mrs. Fernandez smiled warmly at the house guest at she put wurst on a plate and laid them before the famished boys. Antonio nodded as a good morning, grabbing his own bag and stuffing his face with the food.
"Antonio! At least let your guest have a few before devouring them all!" the mom scolded.
"It's okay Mrs. Fernandez, thank you very much for this meal." He slightly bowed to the woman before taking his share of the meat. He caught a glimpse of her blushing at his politeness.
"Of course, you're welcome." she returned.
"Come dude, time to go to school so we have enough time to give you a proper tour," the brunette teen tapped the other's shoulder with the back of his hand and he made his way to the front door waving behind him to his mom.
Ludwig nodded at the woman and followed after the energetic teen to his red Ford f250. In his mind he thought that no teenager deserved a car that expensive and if they were to have a car they should have earned it through responsibility and a job.
Hopping into the passenger side, he buckled up and sighed trying to ease his nerves. He had no idea what American schools were like and wondered how his first day would go. He summed up that as long as he had Antonio to show him the ropes, everything would be fine. They reached the school parking lot and Ludwig could already see how unorganized the students were, but then again, it didn't seem too different from his homeland. The two new friends walked to the front of the school, instantly being noticed by a boy with blue eyes and dirty blond hair and the largest most carefree smile the German had ever seen.
"Antonio my man! What's up?" He loudly jeered and pat his friend's back while shaking hands respectfully with Ludwig, "Is this the new dude? Welcome!" he greeted warmly.
"Same as usual Alfred. Alfred this is Ludwig, Ludwig, this is Alfred," he gestured with his hand. "He's also our new fullback for the football team."
"Huh? Really? Awesome man, loved to have you on the team, you're built like a brick wall! Please be sure to protect me on the feild. I'm sure Antonio has already told you that he's our wide receiver by now. Can't wait to see what you can do!" Alfred said genuinely excited and this made Ludwig smile.
"Alright dude, see you in Forensics," they high fived, "I have to get this guy's schedule and show him around. Later!" Antonio led Ludwig to the front office, both smiling and waving at the quarterback who then was smothered by the group he previously ditched.
At the front office the two roommates got the German's schedule, the Spaniard also asking for a map of the school in case they got lost. Because of the transfer arrangement they shared a lot of classes so it shouldn't be a problem. Antonio showed him all the hallway classes before showing him the gymnasium where they shared sixth hour PE and then the lockers for the class and the cut off section set aside for the sport teams.
All that was left was to show the chaotic but extremely large cafeteria. It seemed to Ludwig that the school was designed in a very relaxed manner. Back home his school would of reminded the Americans of a prison though the kids behaved the same way. They were walking three hallways away from the cafeteria when a short mess of blond hair was walking past them, his head down as if to avoid eye contact. To Ludwig the kid seemed very dark and alone. A flag went up that told him the kid had a wall surrounding him with signs that said 'No Trespassing' and 'Beware of Dog'.
Antonio had a strange smile on his face, the German noticed, as he rose his hand and smacked the kid on the head. Ludwig was about to object thinking that it was out of spite but the smile on Antonio's face stopped him. He didn't know whether or not it was meant in a friendly way. American kids were weird.
They stopped at what was supposed Ludwig's locker for the rest of the year, giving the teen an opportunity to drop off all of his heavy books, but to the German the bag was extremely light. Now emptying it, it felt as light as a feather.
They turned to a hallway that wasn't far from the cafeteria. Honestly, all of the hallways in the 600 building led to the massive lunch room. This particular hallway though didn't have any classrooms but was instead covered on each wall with rows of lockers, only an Out of Order male bathroom stopped the pattern.
They passed the bathroom continuing the path they were on. God, it was a long hallway. Just then an auburn teen turned a corner, his head down the same way the blond they previously ran into did except this kid was running with near tears in his closed eyes and a book bag clutched to his chest. Fast. The teen was running faster than Ludwig had ever seen such a scrawny and short kid run before. He had to admit. He was impressed.
The kid's trajectory faltered causing him to slam into Antonio's shoulders and spinning off behind until he stopped, facing the backs of the two much stronger and taller teens. The kid shook where he stood and this alarmed Ludwig. Is this kid scared?
The brunette's eyes finally opened for a split second, filled with fear. Those eyes struck something in Ludwig and his heart jumped in his throat. The teen's eyes were large light brown orbs that were ingenuous and completely left the German flustered. His cheeks were lightly tinted with pink though no one would notice but him as he felt his face heat up from the excessive blood flow.
"Hey watch where you're going Vargas! You nearly hit the new guy!" Antonio said angrily, causing Ludwig's blood to get warmer as he internally questioned if he had to step in and stand up for the kid. Antonio himself looked like he was about to blow a gasket causing the blond to question why that was.
"Y-yes Antonio is what my bad, I'm sorry. I couldn't see where I was going." stuttered the small teen the German could clearly tell was Italian.
"You probably couldn't see because your eyes are always closed idiot. Just don't let it happen again and I won't tell the others." Others? What did he mean by that? Was Antonio bullying this kid? The German kept his jaw clenched not wanting to be on bad terms with the teen he lived with.
The boy Ludwig could only name as Vargas nodded and ran towards his previous destination. "Don't worry over that kid Ludwig. He's just a shy guy who I think deserves a break. But watcha gonna do?" They continued their path to the cafeteria, the blond teen summing up that America was going to be very very different. Vargas...
xA Morning Fit for Herosx
Cerulean eyes opened to a radio alarm clock. He blinked a few times trying to see clearly before he realized that he needed his glasses glasses to see properly. He got up sliding the spectacles onto his face. His naked, muscular chest heaved as the blond teen let a yawn escape him. He had only gotten approximately three hours of sleep that night due to him writing more football plays to practice before the football season officially started. He also tried to figure out a way to squeeze in his new fullback that was starting today and had moved in from Germany. He had heard that he was good, but he could only hope that that rumor was true.
Alfred F. Jones rubbed his face as he got out of bed, not bothering to tidy it up in the slightest. Standing up he revealed an American flag on his boxers. This was probably due to the fact that he loved his country. While all of the school kids called him a hero he couldn't help but think the opposite. Sure if it wasn't for him, the school's football team would still probably reek.
They had talent, they just didn't have a good enough leader to use that talent the right way. Though in their eyes he was the hero he felt like it was all a lie. He wanted to be a real hero. He wanted to do something good that would save lives. That's why he had planned to join the air force. He had the talent for it and he was already being scouted by many different positions. The blond would have chosen to become a private investigator if it wasn't for the fact that he doubted his intelligence.
He stretched once more as he grabbed a white t-shirt, some torn blue jeans, and his dad's old aviary leather jacket. His father having given it to him when he was eight years old. His dad had had an accident, causing him to eject himself from his fighter jet and landed into a ravine hard. His father had broken both his legs to the point that they were unable to keep him, making the man a double amputee. While he can walk on his aesthetic legs, he can no longer service the Air Force and now worked at the base, directing the pilots and teaching the newbies the basics.
Overall, his family bounced back pretty well after the accident and carried on smiling. Once dressed the blond teen headed to the bathroom to brush his teen and fix his hair. Alfred hated his hair, the cow-lick style that sat on the top of his head frustrated him to no end and he wished it would just go away. He left it as it was and headed to the kitchen.
There at the counter waited his breakfast and his younger brother who was eating his own. "Good morning Matthew, ready for the honors Biology test you have today?" He asked the boy who nodded meekly. Alfred then decided it was time for him to plaster on his well known smile for the day. He wore that smile all the time whether or not he was actually happy.
Matthew didn't really have a presence, he was always such a quiet boy. Even when he was a newborn his parents had kept his little brother in their room for the longest time because they could hardly hear him cry. Alfred new it was going to be difficult for Matthew to start a new year at an even larger school, that's why he was determined to help his brother whenever it was needed.
He glanced back at the counter to see his cappuccino and egg&sausage sandwich that came from the nearest fast food joint. His mother was a busy woman with her job as a child mediator and therapist. She had a lot of cases as of late from the nearest large city with CPS dropping off kids at her workplace to get to the bottom of the household abuse that was becoming more and more common. It was this reason that she would drop by a fast food joint, pick up breakfast, and leave it for her kids before she left. His father would leave at four in the morning so he could make it to the base so far out on time.
It was rare for the family to have enough time between work and Alfred's football practice to share dinner so Alfred would often pick up Matthew from his school after practice and go eat out. He ate like a pig but it didn't matter since he was a growing boy and he was active. It would be easier to make sure Matthew was safe now that the younger brother waits in the library or at the bleachers as the oldest goes through football practice.
Both finishing their meals and grabbing their drinks they walked out the door locking it up, they headed to school. They walked to school although it was a little far it wasn't far enough to take the school bus. Alfred also owned the oldest version of the Toyota Tacoma in a dark blue which he had earned through being a waiter during the summer and babysitting his parent's friends' kids. Perhaps it would be faster to go to school driving but he figured that less driving and more walking would save gas money and would contribute a little to saving the environment.
The road the two brothers took to walking was a very large but rarely busy road which was surrounded by thick forest on either side. They walked in complete silence, both too tired to strike up a conversation but Alfred was also saving his energy for when he had to be all smiles and energy around his so-called 'friends'. It was a lot of work so it was only with his little brother that he could completely relax.
They reached the large high school, Matthew running straight in the direction of the library, not wanting to be caught in the crowd that would soon surround his older brother. Sure enough one of his pals, Francis, caught sight of him and the rest followed. Alfred's smile was bright and alluring, but to the trained eye one could see that it was entirely fake. Over the years he had managed to train himself how to talk to others while on autopilot, he rarely paid any attention to what others said, mostly when he was in a large group that was.
He caught a glimpse of his other friend Antonio walking towards him with a taller blond teen who would scare Alfred if he was mad. He took this opportunity to escape the crowd even for a little bit, "Hold up a sec guys I need to go meet the new guy." he could hear a few girls whine in protest.
"Antonio my man! What's up?" Alfred ran towards them happily, thankful for the momentary break "Is this the new dude? Welcome!"
"Same as usual Alfred. Alfred this is Ludwig, Ludwig, this is Alfred,"Antonio introduced the two of them. "He's also our new fullback for the football team."
"Huh? Really? Awesome man, loved to have you on the team, you're built like a brick wall! Please be sure to protect me on the field. I'm sure Antonio has already told you that he's our wide receiver by now. Can't wait to see what you can do!" And that statement was true, he had been anxiously waiting all night for him to see what this German kid was capable of, and currently his fullback was failing at protecting him, it didn't help that that teammate hated Arthur's guts with a fiery passion
"Alright dude, see you in Forensics," he accepted the offered high-five from Antonio. "I have to get this guy's schedule and show him around. Later!" they left the quarterback behind slightly disappointed because as soon as they left the crowd surrounded him yet again. He softly sighed under his breath. The same old thing everyday was getting tired. That was the same for the girls he was always with, this thought coming to him as one girl was trying to rub on him. *It's too early for this nonsense.* He wanted nothing more that to find *the one*, someone who drive him mad with desire. Someone who wasn't some sleazy ho.
At this moment he felt a threatening aura directed towards him, it happened every morning and he had no idea who it was and why they were emitting that feeling of hatred towards him. Alfred knew it was directed towards him as no one else around him felt uneasy like he did every morning. Why?...
A/N: Fun fact for fans who didn't already know: Germany's cross is actually the iron cross which is a German military medal and, while it was apart of Germany for many centuries, was reinstated as an award during World War II. Anyways, I think this fic was really long, any thoughts? I wanted to include as much information as possible to jump start this story. I hope you all enjoyed it, please please review. It would be very helpful for me as I improve my writing. Thank you for reading! ^.^
