The rain fell down onto the cobblestone streets, dark clouds covered the once bright blue skies. This town not only looked as if it had been lost in the ages never changing with modern day technology; but it also held of the old beliefs. So naturally when almost black clouds rolled in and stayed there for more than a week the village people took that as a very bad omen. Only time you saw people out were if they needed to be.

"Jesus, Mattie." A voice whined out over the pitter patter of the rain. "Out of all the places we could have moved to you picked this one? Half these places barely have electricity. Just candles. It's. Not. Normal."

"I know Al, but it's more relaxing than the city, and you don't have all the worries here like in the city." Another more softer voice replied. Matthew stopped and looked at his brother with a sigh. "Besides… I just felt like we should here…"

"Pft. You dragged us here on a feeling?" Alfred turned his head to glare at his brother. "That's a dumb reason, bro."

"Non… That would be a little something called destiny, mon ami.." another voice chimed in.

Alfred jumped as he felt an arm snake around his waist. "Whoa! Bro! What are you doing!" Alfred shouted out and quickly pulled back from the man and turned around so see who he should punch. He blinked looked over a rather well dressed blond, he watched as the man flipped his dripping hair before placing his hand behind his back to join the other.

"Ah désolé. I didn't mean to frighten you. My hands tend to wander when I see a rather attractive person~." The French man cooed out. He blinked a few times as his eyes fell onto the other man that stood behind his little prey. He stared at the meek looking blond that had hair much like his own, a grin tugged at lips.

Alfred turned his to look at his brother than at the man that pretty much just 'molested' him. He glared for a moment. "Happens again, I wont be held responsible if my hand decided to wander and punch you in the face!" Alfred grabbed onto his brothers hand and turned around pulling him. "Come on Matthew, let's go home."

"A-all right, Al…" Matthew muttered softly, he glanced at the French men for a moment before he received a wink. He felt his cheeks grow warm and quickly looked back to his brother as he was dragged away.

Francis smiled, "Until we meet again, mon petite Matthieu…" He turned around pulling his arms back in front of himself, he looked down at the wallet and chucked softly to himself, maybe he wouldn't exactly take this money for himself..

Alfred and Matthew ran quickly into the small house they had bought; panting softly Matthew closed the door and leaned against it. Alfred turned the lights on and smiled, at least Matthew got one of the few houses that had power and running water. Even if it wasn't the best, like in the city.

"This rain had better stop soon!" Alfred cried out once more and turned to his brother pouting.

Matthew just stared at him and laughed before pulling off his jacket and placing it on a hook. "Hopefully it'll end in the next few days, I'd like to go out and explore some." Matthew said before yawning. "Anyway Al, I'm going to go to bed now. Don't forget to change, you'll end up sick!" Matthew said pointing to the soaking clothes his brother wore.

"Yes mom." Alfred said rolling his eyes and turned around, just missing the death glare that was shot his way. He listened as Matthew stomped up the stairs, shaking his head with a sigh he pulled off his bomber and tossed it on to the couch. "Seems even creeps find it nice to live in a place like this.. Pft. That's promising." Alfred shoved his hands into his pockets before blinking, he groped around his empty pockets. "My fucking wallet!" He slapped his head for not noticing before now, the creep was most likely long gone by now. "Just great.."

Yes, this town was one that seemed to be mostly cut off from the modern world; Yes, the people still held the beliefs of old… And yes, it was indeed destiny the brought young Alfred and Matthew to this village. However something these young men didn't know was in places where people still believed in the old way of life, the fantasy realm thrived. These creatures never really liked it when someone would come in and not do the same, that may spread, and soon they too would vanish, with the old ways. This was most likely the reason why a pair a bright green eyes stared into the window of the home, watching the wheat blond carefully. A large pair of white feathery wings folded around a thin body, keeping it dry from the rain.

Some just shoot me.

This idea has been in my head, noming on my bloody brain for the last week, and I just couldn't continue writing my other stories until I got this out. FML.

What you think, worth continuing? Trash it? I don't even know anymore. I'm sure you can guess the main pairings already. Like there isn't enough of them already... However a little twist popped up into my head. So these pairings just may not stick if I continue this or not.

Herp Derp

Review, please. I try to respond to everyone that does.

Now I will be going to stare at word some more until I come up with... two more updates for my other stories.