Disclaimer: We do not own Hetalia, but hey, we can dream, right?
A/N: Welcome to We Haven't Even Started Yet a fic by myself and my friend Dee Bun. We apologize for the short chapter, but it's an intro, hey? The next one will be posted as soon as we deem it fit to be read by human beings.
Summer was ending. Not cool, man. Alfred F. Jones stared up at the late summer sky. Summer was ending; his sophomore year of school was starting—tomorrow in fact.
It's not that he had anything against school; he just preferred the freedom of summer. He and his best friend, Kiku, had had a blast over the summer. (Kiku hadn't had as much fun with the wild antics as Alfred had, but Alfred didn't need to know that.) They'd played video games, watched scary movies, played baseball (and broken the window of Alfred's neighbors across the street, needless to say the Kirklands hadn't been happy), and gone to see the fireworks on fourth of July.
"I'm gonna win, Kiku, you cannot defeat the hero!" Alfred maneuvered his character easily across the screen.
Kiku did not respond to the taunt, his face remained impassive, as he fired the shot that killed Alfred's character and won the game, "Shall we play again, Alfred-kun?" he smiled slyly.
"OHGOD!OHGOD!DON'TGOINTOTHECLOSET!OHGOD!" Alfred screamed from behind the couch.
"It's just a movie, Alfred-kun, nothing to be scared of." Kiku said calmly from the couch. On screen a blond was opening the closet.
Alfred screamed, "OHGOD!KIKU,SAVEME!" he jumped onto the couch and held on to Kiku tightly.
After the monster in the closet had successfully eaten the blond, as Kiku tried to free himself from his best friend's grasp, Alfred whispered sadly, "I warned her not to go into the closet."
CRASH! "Oops." Alfred said, knowing full well where the baseball had landed.
"ALFRED!"
"Uh, heh, hi, Iggy. Can you toss the ball back?"
Arthur Kirkland didn't even respond merely walking away. Alfred never saw that baseball again.
The light from the fireworks reflected off the upturned faces of the spectators. "Alfred-kun, why are we celebrating this?" It wasn't the celebration Kiku had a problem with, but rather all the ruckus.
"WHOO! Yeah! Freedom!" Alfred waved a miniature American flag around wildly.
Kiku fought the urge to face palm, and inched away slowly, "I don't know him."
Alfred sighed, yeah, those were the days. Now he had to get up every day and sit at desks and endure the tyranny of high school. But then again, school wasn't all that bad, there were lots of people to hang out with there, not like over the summer when he'd only had Kiku and—
"Alfred?" a quiet, muffled voice called, "Alfred?"
There were a few muffled bangs and then Matthew was looking up at him, "Why are you on the roof?"
Alfred dangled his feet over the edge of the roof and looked down at where Matthew was sticking his head out of his bed room window and was twisting around to look at Alfred.
Alfred shrugged, "Wanna come up?" he put on his most winning smile.
"No thanks, I'm fine down here."
"Don't be a sissy."
"I play hockey, eh, I'm not a sissy."
"Whatever, Mattie."
"We've got to get ready for school tomorrow."
Alfred crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
Matthew sighed, "There's ice cream in the kitchen…"
"ICE CREAM!" Alfred swung down through the window, narrowly missing his unfortunate twin, and landing heavily, "Oh, dude, I'm so coming to hug you right now!"