Hi! I thought I'd try my hand at something I haven't seen on FF just yet. Cowboy!America! That's right! Southern drawls, damsels in distress, cowboys, and more! This first chapter is just going to set Alfie's home life. Bear with me!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia!
"Here," The sheriff slid the paper across the bar as the bartender brought him his mug of cold whiskey. The blonde man on the receiving side picked up the poster and looked at it with much interest in his sky blue eyes, "No one knows what this here fellow looks like, but I reckon it'd be no problem for someone of your expertise." The old man brought the cold glass mug to his lips.
Alfred examined the wanted poster carefully. The criminal went by the name Inglés Ladrón. The only thing that anyone knew about his looks was that he was near a head shorter than Alfred, and had yellow hair the color of the prairie. He committed murder, sneaking up on wagon trains and going for their trail guide, theft, his lackeys and him were probably richer than the American River from all those banks, and just out of rumor, piracy. Inglés Ladrón would be a difficult criminal to catch. They needed a hero to bring him to justice. And that hero was Alfred F. Jones.
"I don't see why I couldn't do this. I reckon I could catch this troublesome boy for ya, sir," Alfred tilted his brown cowboy hat back and smiled at the sheriff.
"That's my boy. I have complete faith in you. Now, I've devised a plan that may help you with this one..." He leaned in closer to Alfred and the two whispered amongst themselves quietly.
"I see... This will probably work, sheriff," Alfred stood off his stool and stretched a bit, "Well, I'll see you 'round. I've got a wagon train full of immigrants to bring all the way to California." Alfred shook the sheriff's hand and walked casually out of the saloon.
The sheriff smiled weakly and ran his hand through his graying hair. He set his glasses on the table, "Good luck, son."
Alfred untied his light brown horse from the watering trough outside the saloon. He heaved himself onto the animals back and brought it into a slow walk. A few girls and children watched as he rode down the street. Alfred tilted his hat and winked at a few of them, causing the girls to squeal and giggle. He pulled his horse to a halt in front of one particular girl in a white dress.
"Miss Mayella," He tilted his hat, "How are you on this fine, fine day?"
"I've been doin' just fine," She ran her delicate hands over the horse's coat, "Needn't no worry for me."
Alfred smiled lightly and admired Mayella. The girl's auburn curls stopped midway down her back and almost reached over her developed breasts. Mayella's cotton white dress was a bit worn, but hugged her figure perfectly. Her pretty green eyes shone brightly as she ran her fingers though the horse's corse mane. She was a girl Alfred would die for.
"So there's rumor you're heading out west to catch Inglés Ladrón," She shuffled her feet in the dirt, "Is it true?"
"A rumor gets around mighty fast in this town. But yeah, I'm headin' west."
"I fear for your safety," She whispered, a saddened look in her eyes.
Alfred reached down for her hand. Mayella lifted it up slightly and Alfred took a hold of her hand gently, "Now don't go fearin' for me, Miss Mayella. I'll be just fine. How 'bout I cheer you up a bit?" He kissed her hand and Mayella blushed deeply.
"A ride down to the river with you seems just dandy," She smiled once more and Alfred helped her up onto the back of his horse. Mayella wrapped her arms around Alfred's waist tightly and Alfred pulled his horse into a trot. The horse whinnied and obeyed his master, heading in the direction of the river.
"Matthew, where is your brother?" The Canadian woman stepped out of the ranch house and onto the porch. Matthew looked up at his mother. The white puppy in his lap pawed his chest and whined.
"I don't know, mama," He shrugged. Luckily, Matthew hadn't inherited the Southern accent that his older brother and father had. Matthew was perfectly fine with that too. He tried to intimidate his brother once when they were twelve, but that ended badly, "I saw him riding out of town with Mayella a few hours ago."
"That crazy boy," She sighed, "He knows how much help his uncle needs with the cattle. But I suppose it's high time he started to look for a wife, eh? You too, Matthew. You're only two years behind."
Matthew stiffened and started to pet the puppy a little more roughly. He hadn't taken an interest in women yet. He wasn't sure if he ever would, "B-But we already know that A-Alfred is going to marry Mayella, mama. I-It's too obvious."
"I wouldn't assume things too early. Alfie is so popular with the women. He may change his mind." The elder woman walked back inside. Matthew set the dog aside and pulled his knees into his chest. The dog fell asleep beside him and he felt tears threaten his eyes. What if he never fell in love with a woman? What if he was forever doomed to be gay? He couldn't tell anyone. He'd have to bear this alone.
"Hey! Mattie!" Matthew's head perked up when he heard his older brother's obnoxious voice. He was riding into the ranch on his brown horse, Mayella holding into his waist. The two were soaking wet. Matthew assumed they just went down to the river.
"Matthew, what's the matter with you?" Mayella slid off the animal and gave Mattew a worried look, "Have you been crying?"
Matthew picked up the white puppy and stood up, "N-No, it's just the dust."
Alfred tied the horse to the post, "Mayella, why don't you go inside and get yourself dry?"
Mayella nodded and stood on her tiptoes to kiss Alfred's cheek, "Thanks for the wonderful afternoon, Cowboy," She whispered and walked inside, "Mrs. Jones!" She sang Alfred's mother's name.
Alfred stood outside with a lovestruck look on his face. His hand was pressed to his cheek and a light pink took over his face. "Alfred," Matthew snapped him out of it, "Uncle George was looking for you. I think he wants you to herd the cattle."
Alfred smiled and jumped back onto his horse, who swung his head and bucked in protest. Matthew frowned and checked the horse's feet.
"Alfred! You've been working America too hard again! He needs new horseshoes, a bath, and he's exhausted!"
"Can you do that for me?"
"..."
"Please, Mattie!"
"Alright, fine," He gave in and took America's reins, "But only if you go herd the cattle like Uncle George wanted you to."
"Ah, Mattie. What would I do without my darlin' little brother?"
"I wonder what you will do without me when you go west."
"You're comin' with me on that trip, you hear?"
"U-Uh... I don't think I'd be much help..."
"Aw, don't be like that, little bro," He patted Mattew on the back, "You're the only one who can being a deathly sick animal back to bein' perfectly healthy that I know of! Think of how many times you've saved America for me! Just consider it, please!"
Matthew looked up to his brother and sighed, "...I'll consider it."
First chapter is done! I'm not sure when I'll update next. I have A LOT to figure out with Pirate's Lullaby. The excitement and yaoi will surely come in on the next few chapters. I just needa set the characters and whatnot.