Contains: Yaoi, boyxboy, UKUS, AlfredxArthur, lemony goodness ( in later chapters...maybe...?), somewhat grisly scenes and images.

Alfred hugged his little brother close to him, ruffling his hair slightly. Mattie received the hug gratefully. Their parents had been acting strangely for the last couple of days, avoiding eye-contact with strangers, making as trips outside as fast as possible, and acting all-around paranoid. Alfred thought that it was because they had sighted aliens. What else would make them act so oddly?

They were in a rather opulent hotel, and had been stuffed into the room for far too long for the small American's taste. They had been there with the nanny for seven hours already. His parents were shooting a movie in Germany, and they were utterly convinced that anywhere else just wouldn't cut it. They were due home any second now, and then he would be able to go outside.

He might even find that nice German boy that he had met the first day here. His name was Ludwig Beilschmidt. He was a rather self-contained fellow, but he figured he could get him to come out of his shell with his awesome personality. After all, who couldn't resist a hero?

He heard the door click open, and he saw some people. They weren't his parents, but they weren't hotel staff either. They were dressed in nice suits, and had nicely kempt appearances.

They walked right in, and started to rummage around in his parents things. The nanny stood up, and started to scold the nearest man.

"How dare you go through other peoples things without their permission! Get out right this second, or I will be forced to call the police."

The man sniggered at her. "Get over yourself, honey. Sit down before you get hurt."

However, she was already advancing to the phone. He then pulled out a gun, and trained it on the elderly woman. "I said sit your fat ass down, you old bitch." She stopped in her tracks, and stood there.

Alfred had decided that enough was enough. He was about to pounce on the gun holding man, when one of the men going through the drawers shouted something in a foreign language. He nodded, and they started to retreat. He was about to put the gun away when he got a feral look about him.

"Now, we can't have this old bag telling on us now, can we?" He shot her in the head, and started to put the weapon away, again.

Just then, Alfred saw his opening. He ran towards the men, ready to punch them.

"Well, what do we have here? It seems that we have a couple of rats!" With that he picked the little boy up, and held him by the collar. He was still trying to hit the men, when he half-heartedly threw him against the wall. The impact knocked the breath out of him, and he laid there for a few seconds struggling to breath.

But when he saw that the men were starting to leave, he was able to get up and grab a remote for the television, and he an over and viciously attacked one of them. He made a surprised oompf noise. They turned around, and saw the young boy.

"You can't do that to people! You can't go and steal things, and go hurting people! I'm going to be a hero someday, so it's my job to stop you."

"Wow, this kid just doesn't give up does he? Somebody shoot him, already, then we've got to book it out of here."

One of the other thugs pulled out a gun, and trained it on the helpless child. He heard the sound of the gun being cocked, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Then he heard a panicked "No!"

Right as the gun went off, he felt someone push him out of the way. He heard a broken gasp, and he turned to see what had knocked him out of the way. It was Matthew. He was bleeding, and he coughed up blood.

His head tilted up, and he said, "Run while you can."

His eyes then closed, and he fell to the ground. Alfred was frozen. He tried to shake Matthew awake, but nothing happened. He just laid there on the floor, blood pouring out of him.

He clung to his little brother, not wanting to move, trying to protect him. He heard another click, and knew he was about to be shot as well.

He ran.

He ran screaming at the top of his lungs, like he should have done at first. Maybe then Mattie would still be there.

He ran and hid in a rather conveniently placed cleaning cart. He heard them run past, and when he thought it was safe to come out, he peeked from under a sheet.

They were nowhere to be seen, and so he bolted for the elevator. Then he reconsidered. He should take the stairs, they would be faster and easier. He could already hear sirens in the distance, and knew that he would soon be saved.

He bolted down the stairs, and ran into the lobby. He looked around frantically, trying to find the men that had hurt Mattie and the nanny. He didn't see them anywhere. He kept looking, getting more and more panicked at every passing second her couldn't see them. Had they already gotten away? Was he too late?

He ran outside, trying to find them, but he couldn't see them anywhere. He had let them get away. The people that had killed Mattie had gotten away from him. What kind of hero would he be if he couldn't even find the people who had hurt his little brother.

He fell to the ground, and started to sob. He tried to circle the building, but there were no men to be found. After that he just started to blindly run, tears streaming down his face, he ran to no place in particular.

Once he found somewhere he could be alone, he fell to the ground, again, and cried for what seemed like forever to the young boy. Afterwards, he just sat there sniffling, then he wiped his eyes, and stood up, ready to go back.

Then he realized he didn't know which way was back. He wandered around for several minuets, until he was completely turned around. Then he saw an opening, someplace where he could get his bearings. HE ran for it, but was stopped by a restraining hand.

"What do we have here, boys? It looks like some sort of child. What should we do with it?"

"Lets see if he has any money on him."

"Good idea, Ziggy."

Alfred felt a hand in his pockets, and once again he screamed. He screamed like only a small child could. Unfortunately, it was cut short by another hand. He started flailing wildly, and his foot connected with flesh with a dull thud.

The man dropped him, and groaned in pain. He tried to run to the exit, and almost made it when he felt an impossibly hard hit to his skull. Alfred fell to the ground in a crumpled pile, and the men ran away as quickly as possible. But not before they protested about finishing the job.

Just then, a young man came to the mouth of the alleyway, and saw a hint of blonde hair. Curiously, he stepped forward, and found a boy, bleeding on the ground. He stopped abruptly, not knowing what to do in a situation like this.

His father was a doctor, so he would be able to help, but should he leave the boy there, to go and get his father, or take him with him?

He decided on the latter, and gingerly picked up the boy. He carried him bridal style over to the hotel they were staying at. He got a great many stares as he carried the unconscious, bleeding boy, but he ignored them. He was losing blood at a rapid pace, and needed help as soon as possible.

He was suddenly very glad that he had taken the boy with him. If he had left him in the ally, he might've died. He finally got to his room, and he opened the door, and the boy in his arms immediately gained the attention of the entire family.

"I found him in an alleyway. He needs help right now, he's already lost an ungodly amount of blood." His British accent made the words flow, and made him sound beyond his years.

"Arthur, bring him here!"

"Yes, father."

He was laying on a comfortable surface, that hugged his back. It soothed his aches and pains, and he moved his head to snuggle into the pillow.

Bad idea.

It was like a bolt of lightning split his head open. He opened his eyes to see a pair of emerald green ones staring down at him.

"Oh, good, you're awake. How do you do? I'm Arthur Kirkland, and you are…?"

"I'm Alfred. Nice to meet you."

Just then the other boy stuck out his hand. Alfred stared at it questioningly, then looked back up at Arthur. "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Wow, I had no idea that the American's could be this dumb. I had heard rumors, sure, but I thought they were exaggerating. I guess not," he replied sourly.

The boy continued to stare at Arthur in question. "Is there something you would like?"

"What's an American?" asked Alfred.

A/N: Was that totally awesome? or at least not a total waste of time... ANYWAYS, if you liked it, would you please click the button at the bottom of the page? You know the one. ;)

-Sammisaur *rawr*