Bollocks, Wankers, and Bloody Gits
Summary: Moving to Massachusetts was not on Alfred's list of things to do. Neither was meeting an angry British boy. UsUk, but will have Franada and a few other pairings, mostly mentioned.
Pairings: USUK, Franada, various others.
Rating: T
Chapter One
Alfred sighed and put down the PSP he playing on. He turned to his left and tapped his brother, Matthew, on the shoulder. His twin turned, and took out the ear buds he had on.
"What?"
"Want to switch?" Alfred motioned to the iPod in Matthew's hand.
"You just gave it to me like five minutes ago. I've only listened to two songs." He turned his back to his brother and rested his head on his arm were it was positioned earlier. Alfred sighed again.
Currently, his mom, brother, and he were traveling in their car. They were moving from his favorite city on the planet, New York City, to Lawrence, Massachusetts. It was where his mother, Kathrynn, was raised before she moved to New York.
There, she met their father, some bigshot CEO who upon hearing he had two kids on the way, wanted nothing to do with them. Alfred's mom tried her best, but, as evidenced by the fact that they were moving nearer to their grandparents, she couldn't afford two sixteen (almost seventeen, Alfred would like to say) year olds.
And the one thing that Alfred hated most was that he couldn't blame his mother. She was the one who stuck by them when their asshole of a father didn't even want to know their names. So, he slouched back into the car seat, looked out the window, and stared.
Finally, they pulled into a driveway that looked like it was built when America first became a country. The three got out of the car, stretching their unused limbs.
"Well, it's not much, but it'll be home soon. Our stuff should be all put into the house soon. Then we can start unpacking!" The boys' mom gave them a bright smile and started to go into the house. Matthew and Alfred looked at each other both gave identical looks of dread at the thought of unpacking and followed her.
"My arms feel like jelly. And I can't feel my legs." Alfred snorted and looked at his brother. He was sprawled on his stomach, across the newly situated couch. "I don't know how you can just sit there like you could go…do something. How are you not tired?"
Alfred smirked at Matthew. "I have super strength. I keep telling you and mom that." It was Matt's turn to snort and as soon as he did, the doorbell rang.
"You have more energy. You get it." Alfred got up; 'accidently' swinging his leg up to kick his brother, making him give a muffled groan.
The first thing Alfred noticed upon opening the door was eyebrows. Eyebrows and a big blue hat.
"Uh, hi? Can I help you?"
"Here," The boy thrust out a pan with tinfoil on it, "my mum made it. Said I had to come give it to you 'cause you're new."
The second thing was the British accent, not what he was expecting.
The boy looked up at him with big blue eyes. "You gonna take it or what?"
Alfred quickly took the pan and thanked him. He watched the boy turn around and march back to his home. And he was, quite literally, marching. He looked like the soldiers in Alfred's favorite war movies.
"Weird kid. Didn't even give me his name." Alfred muttered. He took the pan inside.
"Who was it?" Alfred turned to see his brother standing behind him.
"This little blond kid. Gave me some food apparently 'cause we just moved here. I don't even know his name." Matthew's face twisted up in confusion before he shrugged and took the pan from his brother. Alfred watched his brother walk into the kitchen to put the food away. The teenager stood for a few moments trying to think of something to do. After a couple minutes he decided on a walk around the neighborhood.
"Hey Matt!" he shouted into the kitchen where his brother still was. "What're you doing?"
"I'm fixing myself some dinner. That stuff the kid brought over looked like it was going to eat me instead. What do you want?" his wavy haired twin yelled back.
"I'm going for a walk, do you wanna come?" After getting an answer in the negative, he grabbed the iPod sitting haphazardly on the couch. "Tell mom where I went, kay?"
Without waiting for a reply, the former New Yorker walked out the door, not before plucking his favorite bomber jacket out of the hall closet by the door.
It had gotten cooler than it was a few hours ago so when Alfred walked out the door, he put the jacket on. There's gotta be something to do in this town. Hopefully I can meet some people before school starts, he thought. But unfortunately, for the blue eyed boy there seemed to be no one outside at that time. It made sense, because when he checked his favorite glow-in-the-dark watch it was 6 o'clock. Alfred sighed and now wished he'd paid more attention to where he was going because he'd walked farther than he thought.
"Well shit." He definitely did not recognize that street name, or the houses he stood in front of. So, Alfred did the only thing he could do. Turn around and walk straight. And hope to whatever was up there that he hadn't made any turns while wandering the neighborhood.
Soon though, it had gotten dark and Alfred was no closer to his home. Well, what he thought anyway. He wasn't entirely sure where he was at this point. He continued to wander aimlessly until he heard a familiar voice shouting at him.
"Hey! Aren't you that new guy?" The blond teen turned to see the little boy from earlier, only this time he had an older boy with him, who looked to be scolding the preteen from what Alfred could tell.
Alfred wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth though, and walked over to the two.
"Yea, you're that kid from earlier right? Gave us that food. I'm Alfred. Alfred F. Jones." The boy, really almost a man now, stuck his hand out to the smaller boy.
"I'm Peter! Peter Kirkland! And this is my jerk big brother, Arthur." Peter tugged on said teenager's sleeve and Alfred finally got a good look at him.
The taller Kirkland had sandy blond hair, not quite bed head, but not neat either. He also had some of the greenest eyes Alfred had ever seen. A forest-y green, really, he thought. His clothes weren't the trendiest pieces of cloth you could buy, ether. They had on matching sweater vests, only in different colors, Arthur's a dark green, and Peter's a light blue. And, like his younger counterpart, Arthur had the huge eyebrows. Alfred tried his hardest not to laugh, really, but a small chuckle snuck out.
"So the, uh, eyebrows run in the family do they?"
Not a second passed and Arthur's face scrunched up in anger toward the taller teen.
"Clear off, you git! Don't any sort of manners at all do you? No bleeding sense of decorum, I'll say. We're going Peter." Just as the brothers started to walk away, Alfred shook himself out of the stupor that is British slang.
"Wait! Wait, wait!" The bespectacled teen grabbed onto Arthur's sleeve. "Okay, that was uncalled for, I know. But, uh, I'm kinda lost, and Peter's been to the house before, so maybe if you guys could, y'know…show me the way?" Alfred pleaded with the older boy, as Peter had long ago accepted this 'challenge.'
The older Kirkland's face hadn't lost its look of irritation, but had lost the intensity of before. He stood for a minute, studying Alfred.
"Fine. But if you make one more comment I'm leaving your arse on its own."
A/N:So, okay. This is my first attempt at something other than a oneshot. And its also my first attempt at writing after awhile. *Hopefully* it doesn't seem too out of character, but one can never be sure. Constructive criticism is greatly, greatly appreciated, even if it's just my spelling and grammar. (This isn't beta-ed, so bear with me :D) I'm really liking where I see this story going, and hopefully you guys will too!
