We don't own Hetalia!
"Isn't it amazing?"
"I think it's kinda depressing."
Two blond young men stood outside the empty building wedged between storefronts in the bustling shopping plaza. They were peering through the single large window that stretched from their knees to high above their heads. The words "Rodney's Book Emporium" were smeared into a near illegible mess at eye level, and beyond the window the pair could see a few abandoned bookcases and scattered magazines.
The first speaker, a blue eyed man obviously bursting with confidence, grinned as he pulled a crumpled slip of paper from his back pocket. His violet eyed companion was similar in appearance, but anybody could tell that he was the calmer, quieter of the two. The violet eyed man spoke. "Alfred, why did you bring me here? I loved this bookstore. I hate to be reminded that it isn't here anymore."
Alfred puffed out his chest. "I bought the store lot! Oh, an uh," Alfred turned to the other man. "I put it in your name. So if anything happens, the blame falls to Matthew Williams."
The second man let this information sink in for a moment. He stared into the dusted room beyond the window. He didn't even turn to Alfred. His voice quivered slightly. "Can you repeat that?"
"I said I bought the property and put it in your name, so if anything happens, the blame falls to you."
"Why… why would you do that?"
"Your money troubles aren't as bad as mine. You can pay for lawyers and settle lawsuits and crap like that. Besides, heroes don't get sued. "
Matthew glanced at Alfred, then turned back to the window. It reflected the two men. Sometimes I can't believe we're related, he thought. But as his eyes traveled across his brother's face, Matthew knew that there was no denying it. He was always being mistaken for Alfred. I can't understand why people always think I'm Alfred. Sure, we wear the same glasses and have blond hair and the same body type... but he's so obnoxious! And spontaneous! He never thinks things through! Anybody could tell without even talking to us that we have completely different personalities! Plus, my hair is curlier!
Alfred thumped his brother on the back and laughed. "Nothing's gonna happen, dude. Nothing except that we're gonna be the owners of the best burger joint in the world!"
LonelyPerson: have you ever been in a 1950s styled diner, where you munch real hamburgers, stuff your face with banana split sundaes, rock out to Elvis and The Beatles, all while inspecting the vintage license plates and pictures on the walls? No? Well, I tell you, it's amazing.