Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own Hetalia or it's respective characters. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I do, however, own the plot.
Warning: This fanfic contains yaoi and a handful of M-rated scenes. Don't like, don't read.
Lights flashed across the darkened walls and small clicks resounded throughout the small. trash-filled room. Curses spilled from the lips of a young teen as he eyed the screen of the tv in an annoyed manner. As much as he loved his precious videogames, he couldn't help but be irritated at how difficult they seemed to be at times.
But, thankfully, that was what walkthroughs were for.
As the teen's mind became more consumed with the character shooting at the zombies on the screen, the door to his room opened slowly. Ever so quietly, a boy who looked very similar to him, his twin, crept into the room and sat down on the disheveled bed behind him.
The violet-eyed teen watched as zombies fell off the screen as they were shot and glanced every few seconds to watch his brother tap furiously on his controller. The quiet teen wasn't all that surprised that his twin brother hadn't noticed his presence yet. He was never really well-noticed by people. But it didn't help that his brother was so consumed in his own little world as well.
The timid teen cleared his throat softly and smiled slightly to himself as the pause button was clicked and his brother looked over at his twin sitting next to him.
Before long, the pause button was clicked again but Alfred didn't even look at the screen. Frankly, Matthew was impressed that Alfred could keep killing the zombies on the screen without even looking at them. "Hey, Matt. When'd you get in here?"
Matthew's smile widened just a fraction of a centimeter. Of course his loud-mouth brother would say that. Matthew wasn't surprised.
The twin's amethyst eyes travelled over to the alarm clock on the nearby night-stand and saw that it was 2:06 a.m. "I've been here for a few minutes." the pale blonde answered awkwardly as he fiddled with one of the strings on his red sweatshirt. He never realized he had been out that late.
"Sorry, I didn't noticed you before Matty." Alfred apologized with a goofy grin gracing his soft lips. This was an almost daily occurence for the two, but the blue-eyed teen felt compelled to apologize anyway. Being oblivious was no excuse for being rude.
Matthew waved it off. "It's alright. I'm used to it by now." Alfred glanced up from his videogame and shot his brother an apologetic smile.
"New game?" Matthew asked trying to change the subject.
Alfred nodded in excitement; his previous mood quickly dissipating. "Yeah. Awesome, right? It's frustrating as hell at times, but it's addicting as hell." Alfred exclaimed giddily like a child. Matthew smiled at his brothers rapid change of mood.
"You make it look so effortless though." Matthew commented. His twin grinned at him before rapidly tapping on the controller, bullets flying across the screen in a rapid fire that took down a hoard of oncoming zombies.
"That's because I've been playing for nearly eighteen hours straight." Alfred said. Normally, Matthew would find this to be an outrageous statement that was clearly a lie, but when he took a look around Alfred's room, he actually believed it to be true.
Strewn across the floor were various cans and bottles of soda ranging from Mountain Dew to Red Bull. And did he see a few Five-Hour-Energy's peeking out from behind one of Alfred's shirts?
"You're nuts." Matthew laughed softly. Alfred pushed his brother playfully before going back to clicking rapidly on his controller.
"I like to think of myself as being committed. It's like marriage. You may have your ups and downs with it, but you will always love it." Alfred said with a cheesy grin on his face.
"Uh-huh. Sure. By the way, have you seen dad yet?" Matthew asked. Alfred's happy expression disappeared and was replaced with an unbefitting frown.
The blue-eyed teen promptly paused his game once again and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"He came home a few hours before and stumbled into my room. And-surprise, surprise-he's drunk again. I paused the game long enough to get him into his bed. He's going to have another nasty hangover tomorrow." Alfred said seriously. The room went into an awkward silence then.
"Did he get a hit in before he fell asleep?" Matthew asked. Both already knew the answer to that question, but it just seemed respectful to ask nonetheless.
Alfred lifted up the back of his shirt to reveal an angry, red hand-print mixed in with quickly bruising flesh. "Why are drunks so damn strong?" Alfred asked as he let his shirt slide back down.
The teens couldn't help but feel disgusted with the state their father always came home in. Ever since their mother had died, their father had come home drunk almost every night. Hangovers were a common occurence in their household.
But tonight they were lucky. They wouldn't be ruthlessly beaten with the belt their father seemed to favor every time he was in the mood to hurt something. They weren't all that unfamiliar with the sting of a slap or kick either, as Alfred's back could testify.
Their father had showed them compassion for a few short days after their mother's murder, but after the funeral he became violent.
The twins seemed to shudder involuntarily as memories of being kicked and punched and even cut flashed across their minds.
After a few moments of awkward, bone-chilling silence, Matthew asked,"Uh, want to go out? Stretch the legs or something? It's nearly midnight, but I don't really feel like being in the same house as him right now." The game was saved immediately and shut off just as quickly.
"Hell yeah. Let's go." Alfred said as he forced a cheery smile back onto his face.
The quickly made their out of the room and crept past their father's bedroom before wrapping themselves up in their winter clothing and exiting their apartment. The two quickly scurried down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk outside.
Alfred bit back the need to complain as a gust of icy wind whipped mercilessly at his exposed face. Matthew, on the other hand, was unaffected by the fierce chill.
"You're a freak of nature, I swear." Alfred murmured between chattering teeth.
Matthew laughed and shrugged before the they set out onto the semi-deserted sidewalks of the city.
The two figured that a walk to their favorite diner and then back home would keep them out of the house long enough for their father to really fall asleep and stay that way.
As the two walked, though, Alfred couldn't help but become bored. To pass at least a little time, the teen decided he would start talking about whatever came to his mind.
Every so often, Alfred would pause for Matthew to put in a few words as well, but other than that, Alfred did the only talking.
In the space of half an hour, the teens walked into the diner, ordered food, and talked about random events that had happened in school lately. Alfred munched away at a cheeseburger while Matthew ate a small plate of pancakes with extra syrup oozing off the sides. Yeah, it was late and all, but Alfred was always hungry and Matthew figured he would eat while they were there.
After that, they began walking down the sidewalk again. As they talked, the hustle and bustle of the people that walked around at night started to dwindle dramatically. The twins failed to notice this, though, and continued on their way back home
Before long, the two were practically the only ones walking around the empty streets. Matthew finally noticed the lack of people and couldn't help but feel uneasy. What was going on?
The violet-eyed teenager voiced his concern at the absence of people which made Alfred look around too. Sure enough, Matthew was right. "What's going on?" the more out-spoken teen whispered worriedly.
Before any other words could come out of either of their mouths, two dark figures appeared across the street. They stared at the twins with calculating expressions; they're eyes showing nothing but growing interest.
The twins stared at the two new figures with just as much intensity as the strangers were displaying. These people were like nothing they had really seen before.
The one on the right stood taller than his counterpart. His lean figure was covered by nothing but black clothing. His long hair framed his face nicely while his light blue eyes looked like they could rival the sky itself. His calculating gaze turned hungry.
Alfred didn't bother with him for very lond, though. No. His complete attention was focused on the man on the left.
The second stood at shoulder length to his companion, but the way he held himself implied that he was not somebody to mess with despite his small stature. His hair was a tad darker blonde than the left man's and it wasn't nearly as long, though it was rather disheveled. His handsome features made a person overlook the bushy eyebrows as well.
But what really caught Alfred's attention were the green eyes. It reminded him strongly of the green grass a person found on hills in the middle of spring: Soft and beautiful.
Alfred was so caught up in his thoughts that he failed to notice the eyes dancing across his body hungrily. It wasn't until they spoke that Alfred was finally snapped out of his thoughts.
"I want the blue-eyed boy." the shorter one snapped with an obvious English accent.
"Fine, mon ami. I guess I'll take the one who looks like he might pee himself." the other said in a sarcastic French tone with a smirk on his face. They both walked across the street, neither even looking to see if anyone was driving down the road.
Before the twins knew it, they found themselves slowly backing away. "What the fuck-?" Alfred began to say but was cut off quickly. The young America was practically slammed against the wall behind him, a small hand wrapped tightly around his throat to effectively silence any protests he may have had.
Alfred gasped for air and felt his hands claw desperately at the tight grasp the man had on his neck. The teen attempted to crane his neck and found that his brother was in the same position he was in.
Before Alfred could yell at the man to let his younger twin go, he felt breathe colder than the air outside hit his neck as lips ghosted over the sensitive skin. The action sent a tingling sensation throughout the teen's body and he couldn't help but shiver violently in response.
"Don't worry about them. Your brother's death will be quick." the Englishman whispered. The man smiled wickedly and then added,"As will yours." A tongue ghosted out and flicked across the vein in Alfred's throat teasingly. Before Alfred could even scream, teeth sank into the supple skin of his neck.
A choked cry escaped Alfred's lips, but that was all the man biting him would allow. The stranger bit down harder so as not to let any other sound come out.
The initial pain of the bite was quickly washed away though as a wave of something pleasureable drifted throughout his body and heated his skin until it was almost stifling.
Alfred felt the man's body press tightly against his own and rut roughly as if it was trying to gain some sort of friction. This was honestly the most strange, erotic moment in the American's life. Was this what Matthew was going through as well?
The older teen didn't have much time to figure out the answer to that question. His mind was immediately taken off of his younger brother as his own attacker's hands trailed over his body in a sensual manner. It was soft, tantalizing. And boy did it make Alfred want more.
But of course, Alfred could only take so much. The longer the man sucked at his neck, the weaker he became.
After a few more minutes of having his neck viciously sucked on, the teen promptly fell unconcious.
Alfred's attacker slid his knee between the teen's legs to help prop him up before pulling away to look the teen in the face.
"Francis." the man murmured, his emerald eyes never leaving Alfred's unconcious face.
The Frenchman pulled away from Matthew long enough to say,"What is it?" The man didn't leave any room for his friend to answer before he went back to biting Matthew.
The Brit stroked one of Alfred's cheeks softly before answering. "I found him."
Revised A/N: Please tell me how I did with this chapter and whether it would need anything else! I'd rather not revise it again, but I will if any of you guys would think doing so would be beneficial to the whole the chapter.