AN: This is my brother's Christmas Present. So it'll have his favorite pairings in it. Mainly AmeLiech.
Digital Love
Prologue: Matthew and Alfred Steal a Porsche
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
6: 10 P.M.
Washington D.C., Between Maryland and Virginia
It was the silence that made Matthew realize something was off. He'd told his brother to be quiet while Matthew and Feliciano were working on their Honors History Project on Russia and other than a few of the traditional insults about Mr. Braginiski's paternity, sexuality, hygiene, and mental stability Alfred had agreed to it. Matthew had turned on some music in preparation for when Alfred would forget about said promise. The thing was he didn't. They has had remained beautifully, totally silent. Matthew realized instantly something was just plain wrong. Alfred was not quiet under any circumstances.
Matthew couldn't sit still only barely paying attention to Feliciano's debating rather using glitter on their poster board would be appropriate or not as he listened desperately for some noise. Some signal that his brother was still there and not up to something.
"Matteo?" the small Italian questioned as Matthew zoned out again. Matthew jumped, blushing dark red.
"Sorry," Matthew said sheepishly surprised to find Feliciano looking at him with open gold eyes. Feliciano never opened his eyes.
"Veee~ It's alright. Gold or silver?" Feliciano questioned holding up the two bottles and looking as if the question was a matter of life in death.
"Silver." Matthew said, and unable to handle it any longer rose to his feet. "Feliciano can you wait here I've got to check something."
Feliciano stared at him questioningly, but Matthew didn't wait for a reply quickly leaving the room and taking the steps two at a time. He had a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach that always signaled his brother was either in danger or about to do something incredibly stupid. He followed his instincts which led him to the garage. Don't let him be in here, let him actually be listening to me for once. Matthew quietly begged and pushed the door open, breathe held. He should have known better than hope.
Alfred was wearing a grim expression as he shoved a duffel bag in the trunk of their father's beloved canary yellow Porsche. From where Matthew was standing he could see the trunk already contained a suitcase and Alfred's laptop, the one thing in the house his brother took care of and was terrifyingly protective and secretive about.
"What are you doing?" Matthew demanded. Alfred barely blinked slamming the trunk shut before he turned to his brother looking serious, but unsurprised. He was expecting me. Matthew realized with a chill and feeling oddly terrified at the unusually mature look in his brother's eyes.
"I'm leaving." Alfred said, slowly, calmly.
Matthew gaped. "What?"
"I'm going to California. You can't stop me. Don't bother. I've got money. I made arrangements for when I arrive. I'll be fine." Alfred said coldly and curtly standing stiffly straight and feet planted firmly, a familiar stubborn clench in his jaw. Matthew stared taking in the icy blue eyes, the defiance stance, and the dark purple bruise on his brother's face. There was really only one thing he could do.
"I'm coming with you." Matthew whispered and after a pause. "Dad'll kill us for taking the Porsche."