Warnings: Yaoi pairings, violence, death (mostly OCs) and language
Trigger Warnings: Death, cutting
Disclaimer: You're lucky I don't own Hetalia!
Alfred was in a tight spot. He was pinned up against the wall, slowly being choked to death by some asshole that forgot to pay and tried to run. It's not his fault that he was on the list. It's never Alfred's fault that anybody is on the list! He just takes orders and he kills whoever he needs to. But god damn, there are some days where the target just will not give up and they'll fight even when they know they're going to lose. Alfred has always been kind of big for his age so he's always used it to his advantage. Being tall is nice sometimes, you can size up to any asshole who tries to kill you.
"I'm not going to fucking die man! Not today!" The man had a crazed and desperate look in his eyes. He was probably going through panic, knowing he was either going to die, or live knowing that he killed a kid. Things were bad either way for him but Alfred didn't care. He was just going to use it to his disadvantage.
As Alfred struggled, he noticed how the man was gradually beginning to lose his grip but then would tighten them again. That meant that he was having an internal conflict and it was time for plan A for this type. "I just...wanted...to see...my family again..." He started crying and gripped onto the man's arms weakly. Crying didn't always work, and if it didn't, he would just have to settle for kicking him in the jewels somehow. However, it did work and the man dropped him and looked at his hands horrified.
The man backed up, just thinking about the whole situation, or more likely, the fact he almost murdered some kid. Alfred was still crying and gasping for air, looking to the ground for stabilization. The man, obviously panicked still, rushed forward and bent over slightly. "A-are you alri-"
The man looked down and then touched his neck. Red covered the man's hands and it was slowly heading down his body. He slowly stood, touching at the knife driven into his neck. Alfred glanced up, wiping his fake tears away and coughing once before standing. They both made eye contact and Alfred had a blank face while the man had one of horror and betrayal. He should have seen it coming really, but panic and hesitation make you do crazy things. Even things you know are wrong. Alfred walked towards him, almost the man's height and touched the end of the handle that stood out proudly of the man's neck.
"You really should have paid your dues. Things like this take away from my schooling. You could have lived if only you'd have paid like everyone else. The fact that we owed your family a small favor doesn't mean you get to skip out on a million dollar debt." He grabbed the grabbed and looked the man right in the eyes. "And then you tried to run. How stupid do you think we are? God damn..." The man was coughing up blood and even had the audacity to plead for his life with what muffled words he could get out. He tried to sink to the floor but Alfred held the knife in place. The man was his own demise. One more look at the man and Alfred was disgusted. He brought the knife that was deep inside the man's neck across in one swift motion and before he knew it, the man was on the ground.
He looked at the knife and wiped it off on the man's shirt. No way was he going to get his own shirt dirty to clean this thing. After checking the man's pockets for anything, he looked around the building they were in. It was an old cement building that was going to be torn down soon. Why the man chose to hide here was beyond Alfred. He didn't care much though, he had what he needed and it was time to go.
As Alfred walked out of the room and down the stairs, he took out his cell and called his boss. "I'm done. Pick me up. The body is still on the first floor. He didn't have the money but I found an address in his wallet so I would guess you check there. What? Yeah, Oak Street. Abandoned. Right next to where the drug dealer I killed last week was. Okay, see ya soon then."
He continued until he was all the way down at the first floor. He looked around some more, seeing how his ride wouldn't get here soon enough anyways. The entrance was in front of him and there was no door, it was really just an old building that seemed to have never even gotten finished. Then again, it's on the bad side of town so maybe that's to be expected. Although, Alfred didn't know why anyone would spend money on a hunk of junk like this.
About twenty minutes passed by and a sleek, shiny black car came zooming up to the doorway. The window rolled down and the woman inside gestured him to come. Alfred walked over, looking around. He had to be careful because there were a lot of people that were out to get him and everybody he worked with. When he got close enough, he realized it was someone he knew, very well in fact.
"Mom, I didn't expect you to pick me up. I figured it would have been McCarty or Klien," He said, getting in the front seat. She was wearing street clothes, maybe trying to blend in...However the nice, new car kind of gave it away that she didn't reside or even go to this part of the city often.
She took off her sunglasses to look at Alfred and then smiled before wiping blood off his cheek and then putting them back on. She drove off and much faster than the speed limit. Her motto is, 'if you don't get caught, it never happened'. "So how was it? You look tired...and your neck is all red. Ah, and so are your eyes!"
"It was fine at first but then he figured out why I was there and freaked out. He pushed me up against the wall, tried to strangle me and then I cried so he'd let me go. Then I slit his throat." He said plainly.
"Oh, well I'm glad you made it. Ya know, I've been told by multiple people that they really like how you do things. Since you're still a kid, you can play with people's heart strings much easier...but I'm glad you're safe." She said. She was a cheery woman for someone in this line of work, but then again Alfred was cheery too. His personality when not on the job was bubbly and irritating and just like his mother's. They often changed from sunshine and happiness to cold blooded killer instantly because they blocked out all of their original personality to get the job done. But no one usually suspected either of them so that was a plus. She was serious and deadly until Alfred came and suddenly she was a mother instead of a killer. Sometimes it almost ruined her jobs but she was 'too good' to be killed, or so she said.
The drive back to their home was silent for the most part. Alfred had a lot of homework to do from his tutor and then training later. He wasn't really that happy to be going back to a huge apartment complex when his mother would most likely leave him again. He didn't hate her leaving and he didn't hate her staying. He was indifferent to it really but after a job, he was always exhausted, and to be honest, a little scared.
They drove up to the building where they resided in and parked their car in the nearest corner towards the front with their name on it. Alfred followed his mother to the elevator and they headed up to their room. Whenever the elevator would stop on a floor for people to come on, they'd see Alfred and his mom and wait. Alfred didn't know why everybody hated them but he had a feeling it was because they killed people for a living and had a strange vibe...or maybe the fact one or both of them was always covered in blood.
Reaching the room, Alfred walked in first and locked the door behind his mother. He went straight into the bathroom and locked the door so he wouldn't be bothered. Part of him hated killing but part of him had grown accustomed to it and liked it. He turned the water on, pointing the lever at the red side. It would burn but that'd be fine. He stripped down to nothing and got in wincing at how hot it is. Turning it down to a more comfortable temperature, he merely stood there, calming down and ignoring the pain.
Showers were his escape. He had so many bruises and cuts from today alone, He looked like a mess. The people probably didn't like the fact that Alfred was always beat up and looked like he was ready to hurt someone. But what can you do about an expression that has practically melted its way on your face? You can't do anything...and that's just the expression he had. Years of killing since he could remember had taken its toll on him and it still was as time went on.
He got out of the shower and lazily dried himself off before grabbing some boxers and a tank top off the floor. They weren't dirty yet...how dirty could something be when you sleep in it? Well, the boxers were clean...those got dirty more often than shirts obviously.
He dried his hair as he walked back out to the kitchen and nobody was here. He checked all the rooms and nothing. He went back to the kitchen and looked at the note on the table.
Alfred,
Sorry Hun, but I got called into work. Don't know when I'll be back but I'm guessing soon. He said that it was a couple of younger men in their twenties. It shouldn't be too hard. Anyways, there's food in the microwave for you so eat up! And since I'll be gone, no school tonight! Yay! Okay, go hang out with some friends or something. I'll be back soon and Klien got sick so you have the whole night and apartment to yourself.
Love Mom
p.s. Don't do anything dirty. I know what boys your age do.
"Tch. What friends? The ones you threatened so they'd hang out with me aren't friends. They're just scared children." He sighed and checked in the microwave. Pizza. At least she let him eat whatever as long as he worked it off. He had to be strong and in shape to keep up with people bigger than he was. He heated the food and after it was ready, practically shoved it all in his mouth.
Hearing a noise, he looked over to realize that it was his phone. He picked it up and he got multiple calls and texts in the past two minutes. How had he not heard it going off? He checked his voice mail and they all said 'call me back' from Klien and he sounded impatient. He checked the texts and they all said 'pick up your damn phone!' or 'Alfred, answer me!'.
There was a knock at the door.
Alfred went to look through the peep hole and there was a gun pointed at it. He opened the door and narrowed his eyes at the man. He was big, built, tall (about 6'2), short brown hair and blue eyes. "What they hell are you doing here?"
"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? I came to see if you were alive since you didn't pick up or text me back. I was waiting outside because we have another job for you."
"What? No fucking way! I just came back from one today and I'm still beat up! Obviously! Seriously Klien look at me! Do I look fucking okay to you? Do I? I'm not going on another fucking job tonight. Give it to my mom, I don't care." Alfred crossed his arms and stood in the doorway.
Klien ran his hand down his face. "Alfred I don't need your fucking sass. You're going to come with me. You have an obligation to do so. Your mother signed you over with us after you were born so you just have to suck it up or you know the consequences." He sighed and gestured him out. "Now let's go."
"I don't fucking want to! I didn't choose to sign into your fucking illegal shit. Don't make me do this tonight at least!" He was pushed inside the room and slapped.
"Don't fucking talk so loud! You're going to get us caught!" He whispered angrily. "Now listen...if you just come with me, I heard this one isn't that bad." He pointed to the room. "Now go get fucking dressed. We're leaving." He said.
Alfred was about to say something else but to avoid getting hit in the face again, he sighed and got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. "I hope it doesn't have to be fucking fancy because I'm not fucking changing."
"Teenagers...so rebellious. That's not getting you anywhere near as far as you think it is Alfred...just calm the fuck down and live up to the expectations you've been given. The cards have been dealt. So you got a bad round, fucking deal with it and make the best with wa'cha got. Now let's fucking go."
Klien more or less dragged him down to the car and got odd looks because Alfred had just gone up to his apartment. However no one dared ask because they were afraid of Alfred alone and now there was an even bigger guy dragging him out. So Alfred was 'kidnapped' basically.
They drove in silence and Alfred didn't bother asking what he was going to do because he knew what he was going to do. He was going to kill somebody. He was going to take someone else's life and have to try and cope with the fact that he was alone or surrounded by enemies. Even his mother was a potential enemy and that thought scared him most.
They entered the building and Alfred was in front because Klien didn't trust him to stay behind him. The office was on the top floor, mostly because the boss loves to throw people out windows and this was a surefire way to kill them instantly. Making their ways up to the office, Alfred started to feel nervous. He hoped it was a job, he was positive it was a job. He hadn't done anything wrong but Klien could always be lying to get him here and then bam. Before he would know it, he'd be flying out the window.
They entered the room and stood with their hands behind their backs, the guards in the room checking for any weapons to be used against the boss. Once they were cleared, the man pointed to Alfred. "Alfred, I have a job for you." He said plainly. "We have a family...they have failed to pay us back and have attempted to try and fool us by moving the country. They have failed however and because they don't seem to get our threats, you are to go and kill one of their sons. The three oldest would have little effect on them because they seem to not value them as highly as they do the second to youngest."
"Okay...and what do you want me to do?" Alfred asked, knowing.
"Well you see, Alfred...they also have information on us and on very top secret things that we've been trying to get our hands on for years...such as files, money, codes... They are sneaky and cannot be dealt with normally. We have found out that their son has all the knowledge on this, because of him taking on the family business after school is done and he has graduated. Now you...are to go and befriend him, get the information and then kill him to make it perfectly clear to them and everybody else that we don't play games." He sat in his big chair, elbows on the table and fingers laced together.
"Okay...and what's his name, sir?" Alfred sighed internally. He hated taking the lives of people his own age, it made it that much harder to do his job.
"Arthur Kirkland. The Kirkland industry is famous over in the UK and most of Europe really so you can find their damn stores almost everywhere. But anyhow, he's your age. He goes to one of the most prestigious school in the world. World Academy...that's where you'll be going. Because we need you to get close enough to him to get the information, school where he is all the time anyways is really the only option. You'll be spending your time there for however long it takes. It's a boarding school so you'll be at the dorms they have on campus. You leave in the morning, seven o'clock sharp. If you're late, punishment awaits. Do not disappoint me, Jones. We have informed your mother as well, she's is aware and sends her best wishes to you." The man said it in an almost sarcastic manner that made Alfred want to punch that smug grin off his face but unfortunately, that might mean death, literally. He didn't play around. "Also, you may or may not have a few other side jobs while you're there."
"One question. How exactly will being his friend get me any closer to obtaining the information? I don't understand how that'd work."
"And that's what you're going to figure out...isn't it, Jones? That's your job, kid."
Alfred nodded and Klien took him out of the room. Once they were down at the entrance of the building, Alfred smiled in disbelief. He was going to school...with real people. He hadn't gone to school with other kids since second grade and oh how he missed socializing with anybody that he didn't have to kill or people at his 'work'. He wouldn't let it show but he was ecstatic.
Klien looked over and nudged his arm. "Excited? First time I've seen you smile in a while." Well that wiped it right off Alfred's face.
"Not really...just...it'll be a new change of pace. It's...well...how do I put it?" He thought. They got into the car and Klien started off towards Alfred's home.
"It's okay Alfred...to be excited I mean. You've lived your whole life killing people and honestly, it's the best way to get accustomed to it but that makes your life hard. I know. I saw you grow up. I know that since you've been out of school, you've been craving that 'people your age' attention...but even though you'll have that, it's not all it's cracked up to be. And also, don't let it distract you from work. I wish you could be there just because, but you can't. You won't be. It'll be to kill some kid just like you. You're going to have to deal with that and accept it."
Alfred glared out the windshield. "I fucking know...I have known it every time I've gone back to school. It's always the same."
"I know but you're older now and...Well you have hormones and-"
"We are not having this conversation. Oh my god..." Alfred's face lit up a little and Klien laughed.
"Well I'm just lookin' out for ya...your mom isn't around like you want her to be and all you have is me sometimes. It sucks, I know. Just be careful over there. We won't be able to come and save you if you get into trouble. We'll have our other units there but...ya know, no familiar faces. Anyways, we're here...be safe. I'm coming at 6:30 tomorrow so be ready."
"What? But he said seven!" Alfred got out of the car and looked through the open spot where the mirror was.
"And now I'm telling you 6:30...just do it. Traffic is terrible and we need to get there early." Alfred rolled his eyes and left up the stairs.
He went up and packed everything he needed. He didn't know how long he was going to be but he figured a while. He'd never been to a fancy school like World Academy so did that mean that he'd wear a uniform? Oh but he'd go off for things too...with friends...yeah. He packed all his toiletries and underwear and anything else he thought he'd need. He made sure to pack the few comic books he was allowed to have as well. Couldn't go without those. That was the only thing keeping him sane.
In the morning, Alfred woke up super early, got ready and waited watching the news for Klien to tell Alfred he was there. Once he did, Alfred sped down as fast as he could and had a big grin on his face. He was going to see other people and not be around death! Even if for only a little while, he wanted to be normal. Racing out to the car, Klien drove him super quick to the airport. Alfred went straight to his flight, no delays thank god, and then begun his long flight.
Getting off the plane, he was greeted by someone apparently in the unit over here in Britain. He was taken to the school without much talk, only a confirmation of his name and where he was headed. After that, it was silent, not that Alfred minded anyways. Being around these types of guys after a long plane ride really didn't help his mood, and instead ruined it a little more.
~UsUk~
He was dropped off at the school, in the front, near the gates. The school had gates because it was fancy and why the hell not? That meant it had money and a hell of a lot more money than most other schools. Really though, it was mostly to look good because it most certainly didn't keep kids from climbing over it like monkeys.
Upon getting out of the car, the man turned around and handed him a bag. "What's this?"
"Your school supplies. Uniform, room number, room key, contact information for the school and people at our unit." Alfred nodded and when he was far enough from the car, it drove off. He wasn't even done asking questions...well he was now.
Alfred walked through the courtyard, the commons, the dining hall, the school are, until finally he arrived at the dorms. It was a huge campus and had many students. It had about five thousand from all over the world. Each super rich country had one and because there were so many students, they obviously had to split some up.
He finally reached his room and it looked like he had a new roommate. There was a bag neatly put against the wall and things already sitting out on the claimed bed to the right, which meant he got the left. He walked in and immediately wanted to jump for joy. He was here. He was really here in a school with other people. He was going to have a roommate. He was going to have everything he'd secretly been dreaming of since the second grade when it was taken from him.
He started to unpack and looked through the bag. He looked around at the things that were already set up and he noticed there were a lot of books, a lot of journals, and a lot of music lists. There was also a lovely vase by the window which was probably a bit too big to be sitting up there but somehow it managed to stay balanced. Alfred picked up a picture of a family and it looked to be a portrait. It was of a family and his eyes immediately went to one child with huge eyebrows. Damn those things were like a hazard they were so big! He turned around to get more light on it and knocked over the vase. Water got all over Alfred's back and more importantly, all over the desk with the books and journals. He quickly took off his shirt and set it down, hoping to get most of the water up and ran to the bathroom for towels. He ran back over and put the towels on all the pages that were slowly leaking into each other and sticking. While Alfred was doing this the door had opened and a confused and now angry Englishman was standing in the doorway.
"What the bloody hell are you doing in my room?" He shouted, walking over to turn Alfred around. He grabbed the American's shoulder and tugged him back. First of all, he realized Alfred was shirtless and didn't have the strangest idea why, then he looked down and it clicked. "My books! My journals! You bloody wanker! What the bloody hell did you do?" He looked up at Alfred furiously. Alfred opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. "Well?"
"I'm uh...y-you're new roommate and I saw your picture. I went to look at it and then I knocked down the vase! I didn't mean to!" He tried to explain. Alfred was a little panicked because he was a little terrified of this angry Englishman. He had fury in his eyes and it was directed right towards Alfred.
"You're my...fucking hell! And what the hell were you doing touching my things? Haven't you ever heard of personal fucking space?" He yelled as he tried to clean up the water. Alfred tried to help again but he swatted his hands away. "Get the fuck away from my things!"
Alfred threw up his hands in defense and backed up. "I'm really sorry...I didn't mean it." Alfred said.
Arthur however turned around and glared. "Why the hell were you touching my things in the first place? Isn't it common courtesy and common fucking knowledge that you shouldn't touch someone else's things without asking first? You've bloody ruined about three of my books and a journal full of writing. You wanker!" He picked up the soggy notebook and hit Alfred in the arm with it before turning around and trying once again to salvage his things. "And put a fucking shirt on!"
He threw Alfred's shirt back at him and Alfred put it on the floor next to him. He took out a red t-shirt and quickly put it on. He took the wet one in the bathroom and put it in one of the two sinks. He came out of the bathroom and was greeted by silence and a tense feeling in the air.
To lighten the mood, and maybe just out of pure oblivion to situations such as this, he spoke up. "So uh...what's your name?" He asked a little too loud for the other's liking.
He turned over to Alfred and gave him a look like that was the dumbest question he'd ever heard. "Arthur Kirkland. I expect you recognize me from my name. I am very high up in the world and I'm not afraid to use my power against you if you decide to irritate me or destroy more of my things." He said with a sneer.
Alfred nodded happily at the fact that he got a response at all. "I'm Alfred Jones."
"Whatever."
It was quiet in the room and Arthur had laid on his bed to read. Alfred wasn't really sure what to do to be honest, he hadn't ever been this awkward with anybody in a long time. How was it so easy for him to talk to people he was going to end up killing and have deep conversations with, but then he couldn't make small talk with a boy his age? He walked over to the bathroom again and put his things where Arthur hadn't yet put his. Once he was done with all that, it was dark and he was exhausted from the plane ride. Unfortunately, he had school the very next day so there wasn't any time to rest. None at all. He went to bed and Arthur didn't pay him any mind even when he said good night. Arthur just kept reading his book, pointedly ignoring the American.
~UsUk~
The morning was short and not exactly the most pleasant one since he accidently walked in on Arthur undressing. Of course he only had his shirt off when Alfred walked in but still! It was humiliating from Arthur's position. Alfred tried to apologize multiple times right after but it was only followed by 'Shut up git' and 'I'm going to bloody kill you!'. Alfred was definitely not making a great start to making friends, especially with Arthur. When Arthur exited the bathroom, Alfred went in but Arthur made sure that on the way out, he was going to be rude. He shoved Alfred as hard as he could to get by and finished getting ready. While Arthur did his thing, Alfred went to go take a shower and ended up being pretty short with time. Apparently Arthur liked to take his time and hardly gave Alfred enough to use. For such a pretty face, Arthur sure was an asshole.
Alfred had to rush to class and barely got there in time for the teacher to finish yelling about how he and a few others were almost late for the first class of the first day of school. Once he sat down, the teacher called roll. She got to Alfred's name and he was already zoning out.
"Mister Jones. Are you here?"
"What? Oh yeah...sorry. I'm just zoning out a bit." He said. Everybody looked at him odd and the teacher rolled her eyes.
"Yes yes...okay, Arthur Kirkland?"
"Here." He said.
In that moment, it clicked in Alfred's mind that, that was his target. His roommate, that spoiled and very rude boy. He stood up without thinking and glance at Arthur to which everybody, especially Arthur looked at him like he was mad. Maybe he was just a little bit too.
"Mister Jones, is something wrong?" She asked with a cold tone.
"What? No I just...I well...no ma'am." He said, sitting back down. The first thirty minutes of class was just introductions by the teacher, the hours she was available and instructions or something. Alfred wasn't paying attention so of course he couldn't tell you. But while the teacher was doing that, Alfred was thinking about Arthur and how he was going to do this. Arthur already made it pretty clear that he hated Alfred, or strongly disliked him at best. He wasn't really sure how he was going to get the information by befriending this terror of a kid in the first place but now it was going to be more difficult. He wasn't angry at Arthur for anything, and to be honest, it was all mostly Alfred's fault for everything anyways.
When Arthur yelled yesterday, it was probably because other people have ruined his things...and when he shoved Alfred this morning, it was probably because he was grumpy...yeah that was it. He would come around, Alfred was sure of it. He had a job to do after all. He was determined to make friends no matter what, even though he'd eventually have to kill him. But that wasn't important right now anyways.
Half-way through the class, the teacher assigned partners and Alfred was a tad upset that he didn't get the chance to work with Arthur, but instead got paired with a guy named Matthew Williams. He was almost as tall as Alfred, looked to be as well built (more or less the same) but seemed to have almost no presence to anybody. Alfred was excited to work with someone because well, not being around anything but death your whole life does that to you. You just want to be around a friendly face and Matthew definitely fit that description.
"Hi, I'm Alfred." He said, holding out his hand.
Matthew gave a small smile and shook Alfred's hand. "I'm Matthew."
"Cool...so uh this project is due when? What are we doing?" Alfred looked down at the papers that had been given and was already confused. Sure, he knew how to read and was homeschooled but this was like gibberish. Why was everything worded so stupidly hard?
Matthew looked down and then back up to Alfred. "Well, it's due at the end of class...and we're in chemistry so it's a lab. It says we have to mix things and then say what they do...also, I'll go get the supplies, and you set up." Matthew walked over to the crowd in the back of the room and started getting the safety supplies.
Looking around though, he noticed that everybody was getting out supplies and he didn't know where anything was. Alfred glanced around and Arthur was right next to him! Great! Maybe he could talk to him and get on his good side, he was probably in a better mood now anyways. "Hey, Arthur..."
"What." Arthur said, clearly irritated.
"Where is the lab stuff?" He asked.
Arthur sighed at the question and kept his eyes on the paper. "Maybe if you paid attention, Jones, instead of daydreaming and actually listened to what the teacher said, you'd figure out she said it was under the counter in the cabinets...moron."
Alfred crouched down and opened the small door. He picked up the supplies that were in there and set them on the desk. "Ah, thanks Arthur..." Arthur rolled his eyes and kept his eyes on his work. Matthew appeared moments later seemingly out of nowhere and handed Alfred some things.
After a moment of being shocked however, he put on the safety things, as did everybody else and Matthew spoke up. "So Alfred...where are you from?" He asked.
"America. What about you? I can't tell where your accent is from."
"Ah, I'm from Canada. I didn't see you here last year, did you move here from another location?"
Alfred shook his head. "Oh uh...n-no I was homeschooled since the second grade...this is the first time I've been to school since." It was sort of a lie, he'd been to school a few other times but only for a few weeks and then it was back to homeschooling once again. He didn't want to give too much away and talking about himself was a surefire way to do that so he was a tad nervous.
Matthew must've sensed that because he just nodded and continued on with mixing things. The rest of the class flew by with minor troubles from Alfred. He wasn't sure what school was like since he hadn't been here in so long and now this school was a very high end place. There was no room to look stupid and like you didn't belong, even though Alfred clearly didn't belong here at all. Matthew however had been making his beginning experience all the better. Matthew was kind and seemed to fit together, or rather be able to handle Alfred's loud tendencies that Alfred didn't even know he had.
The next class was Algebra and nothing noteworthy happened in that class except for the kids that decided they were going to be the class-clowns and ended up getting in trouble already. It was then World history, which he of course didn't know anybody, or rather nobody knew him. It didn't seem like anybody wanted to know Alfred though. He was loud, a bit obnoxious and maybe too friendly for hardly anybody's liking. You'd have never guessed that he'd grown up killing people his whole life and so easily when he'd been acting like a love-sick puppy the whole day.
The rest of his classes were fairly boring except for the fact that he was with other people. That alone made school so much better for him. A girl named Elizabeta had taken a liking to Alfred and talked to him for the few classes they had together. During lunch they sat together and even met up with Matthew. Alfred was happy to say the least.
"So Alfred, how'd you get in? Are you here for any specific reason? Matthew here has told me you were homeschooled?" Elizabeta asked, leaning forward.
"Oh not really...my mom just thought it was a good idea for me to come to this school and well, here I am." He picked at his food as he talked. "Yeah I was so I'm pretty excited to be around people again."
"I bet..." She smiled and checked her phone as she ate.
Matthew pushed some food towards Alfred. "I don't like this, you can have it if you want it. I see you ate it yourself."
"Mattie, you don't like this?"
"Well school food is never that great...I mean at least not every day." Alfred shrugged and practically shoved it in his mouth. Most thought Alfred was being gross, at least those who saw and were pointedly staring at him, but Elizabeta and Matthew seemed to think it was a bit endearing. Alfred was too happy to care about anyone else though, he'd already made friends and it was the first day. So far so good.
"Oh come no Arthur, don't be so cruel to me!"
"Shut up frog! I don't need your input on how I fucking dress! Stop following me too!" He spat.
"Arthur, please stop acting like a child..." Alfred had turned around to see Arthur and another boy, taller than Arthur and very well taken care of.
"Acting like a child? Francis, I'm in an awful mood and you still insist on bugging me! How about you do me a favor and stop existing for a while?" He glared at Francis and walked away, Francis fully in tow.
Matthew sighed and Elizabeta shook her head. "Those two are crazy. Have you met them Alfred?" she asked.
Alfred looked at Arthur before turning back. "I've met Arthur, he's my roommate...as for that Francis guy, I haven't."
Elizabeta and Matthew both gave a sympathetic look and Alfred was confused. "Aw honey, is it hard? Arthur can be kind of an ass sometimes...you can tell me though if he's troubling you and I'll kick his little English ass." Elizabeta put her hand on Alfred and he nodded nervously.
"Well I don't think he likes me."
"Oh? Why not, honey?"
"Well I kinda of knocked over a vase he had sitting up on the table by the window and it got all over his books. I was drying them off and I said sorry a lot but he got angry at me. I don't think I've ever seen a guy that small be so angry. I thought I was about to die...but I don't think that's his fault. I did ruin his stuff."
Matthew sighed. "Don't apologize for him Alfred, Arthur needs to learn to control his anger."
"Exactly! See, Arthur is just a grumpy old man in a teenager's body. I'll protect you though..." Elizabeta smiled and Alfred shook his head.
"Yeah, well Francis is nice, he's just a bit much..." Matthew said.
Elizabeta nodded. "Yeah Francis is a cutie but he's kind of hard to talk to. He and Arthur are old...well friends isn't exactly the most accurate term but they were old friends. They are usually together because well, Francis doesn't leave him alone but also because Arthur secretly doesn't hate him and actually likes being around him. It's cute really..." She smiled and looked off in the direction they left. "He's French...their culture is the culture of love and he takes that to heart. In fact, he tries his culture on Arthur all the time and it's quite funny sometimes. Other times it's a bit annoying and uncalled for but I trust Arthur can protect himself...just be careful though...although, I doubt he'd try anything on you. You aren't really his type."
"Uh...Good to know." Alfred said, continuing to eat. "Well no matter, I'm sure he'll come around...he doesn't exactly have a choice because I've decided that we need to be friends..." He sighed. The thought of why exactly they 'needed' to be was concerning but oh well. Lunch was soon over and they went to their remaining classes.
~UsUk~
The end of school came soon enough and Alfred didn't know what to do. What did kids do after school? He started walking and eventually, saw Matthew talking to a certain Frenchman. Alfred walked up to the pair and Francis looked him up and down. "Hey Mattie!"
"Oh, hey Alfred." Matthew said quietly. "Oh, Francis this is Alfred Jones. He just came here."
"So this is the famous Alfred I've heard so much about...mostly from our dear Englishman."
"Huh?"
"Yeah Arthur hasn't stopped complaining about you all day. I think he likes you. I have absolutely no idea why though." He said.
Matthew chuckled and shook his head. "Well I didn't expect that." Francis rested his arm on Matthew's shoulder and shrugged.
"I don't know but he won't shut up. So Alfred, if you could stop being irritating to him, that'd really help me. When he's irritated, he complains non-stop and he won't listen to reason."
"Well maybe if you stopped being creepy and following him you wouldn't have to hear all that." Alfred suggested.
Matthew laughed softly to which Francis threw a glare down at him. Matthew looked away, still laughing a little and Francis sighed. "Touché. But anyhow, I'm going to meet up with Antonio and Gilbert, we're going to a party...you're welcome to come Matthew..." Matthew glanced over at Alfred and Francis sighed deeply. "And I suppose Alfred, you're welcome to tag along as well. Matthew has my number so I suppose he'll tell you later. Adieu." Francis stood up and walked the other way, shoving his hands in his pockets. Two other boys tackled him from the side and he practically fell over but otherwise, they walked off, talking much louder than everybody would have expected.
Alfred and Matthew eventually got kicked out of the halls and so they walked back to their dorms. Apparently, Matthew was only a few rooms down and he roomed with Francis. That could also be the reason Arthur is so grouchy...even though it was still most likely Alfred. They parted ways and Alfred tried to open the door but found it locked.
"The hell?" He tried again and knocked on the door gently. "Arthur? Are you in there? Let me in, I forgot my key."
A turn of a page in a book was heard. "That's not really my fault you forgot to bring it, is it?" Arthur asked.
Alfred sighed and rested his head on the door. "Listen, I'm sorry I ruined your things but come on...you can't be mad at me forever, we are sharing a room after all."
"I don't care, you had no right to touch my things, git." Another page turned very quickly.
"But I said I was sorry! I won't touch your things again! I didn't think I'd knock over the vase. Come on, I need to get something! I'm going over to Matthew's and I just need the key and something else...come on please?"
An angry huff came from Arthur as he set the book down and walked over to the door. Alfred immediately picked up his head and waited. When Arthur opened the door, he glared up and there was most certainly something different about Arthur now. He had an apparent black eye now over his face that he was sure, wasn't there yesterday.
Alfred smiled at first but upon seeing the black eye, he frowned. "What happened?" He stepped inside as Arthur flopped back down on his bed.
"None of your concern, git. Just get your things and fucking leave...Matthew has poor friend choices..." He mumbled to himself.
Alfred opened his mouth to speak again but closed it, thinking he should leave it for now. There really wouldn't be any point in talking more because Arthur was in no mood. Clearly. He sighed and got a few of his comic books and eventually his key which was hiding under all of his things. After a glance towards Arthur, he said a quiet goodbye and left to Matthew's dorm. A quiet 'git' and roll of the eyes was given from Arthur.
Okay, so yeah I wanted to write UsUk. Couldn't help myself. I really love UsUk so hopefully this'll turn out good. I had a lot of fun writing it. Review/follow/favorite, it would really help me out a bunch! I understand if you don't want to though. Thank you for reading!
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