Pairing(s): ~AmeRus~, PruCan, GerIta, Spamano, FraAus, (slight) AusHun
Rating: M
Summary: Alfred Fayette Jones lives a normal life in Los Angeles, California. He has amazing friends and he's shooting to be a professional surfer. One day, Los Angeles High gets a transfer student. He's shy, but extremely intimidating. And he's... Russian? Alfred soon learns that not everyone in the world are nice, and he has to be the hero and save this strange Russian from bullies. They become friends, but soon after, Alfred begins to feel... strange whenever he's around him. And he doesn't know what to do about it... ((fail summary is fail, and leaves out very important plot points but if I put them in there then it would ruin the story so ;;-;;))
Warnings: Yaoi, cursing, self-harm, violence (to a lesser degree 'cos I'm not good at violence)
A/N: This idea has been in my head for a couple days now, and I'm gonna attempt to write it. I know I should be working on chapter ten of What Hurts the Most, but I've lost my inspiration for that story... Sorry to you guys who are reading this and have stayed tuned for chapters of it. I'll try and continue it the best I can, as soon as my muse comes back.
/briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiing/ " Alright, have a good weekend class, and I'll see you all on monday." Alfred groaned in relief as the bell rang and students filed out of the classroom. Finally, it was Friday. Two whole days of no school, it was what all students were anticipating once the week starts. Running a hand through his hair, Alfred stood up and grabbed his bag, following the last of his classmates out of the classroom.
" Oi, Alfred!" A voice called, and Alfred turned around, promptly being tackled by his albino friend, Gilbert. " God Damned you Gil, if I have to tell you not to do that one more time, I'm gonna kill you!" Alfred said, shoving Gilbert off of him. He shrugged. " Eh, who gives a fuck if I like to tackle people? It pisses 'em off, so I'm up for it!" Alfred rolled his eyes. " Maybe so, but it makes us look gay. We don't want that, now do we?" Gilbert just shrugged again.
" Eh, I don't really care. I've had my eyes on that brother of yours for a while now." He said, walking to his locker. Alfred followed him, glaring daggers into the back of his head. " Stay away from Mattie. I don't need your dumb ass corrupting him." Gilbert gasped, mocking hurt. " What? Now where do you get I'd corrupt your little bro? I'd do nothing of the sort!"
" Mmhmm, like you "wouldn't do nothing of the sort" when you came onto Feliciano at that party a few months ago, and your brother punched the hell out of you?" Alfred grinned at the slight pout on Gilbert's face as the albino rubbed his jaw. " Whatever, all I did was rub that curl of his then he got all flustered and stuff, so what kind of guy would I be to pass up an opportunity to fuck his tight italian ass into a mattress?"
Out of nowhere, a hand came down on Gilbert's head and slammed it into the cold navy metal of the lockers. A pained shout came from his mouth as he jumped away from the potential danger and rubbed his forehead. Alfred was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. " Ahahaha, dude, I forgot to mention that Ludwig was right behind you! You're a retard, man!"
Gilbert looked up with a heavy scowl on his face. " Damned you, Ludwig! Why the hell did you shove my fa-" " I ever hear you talking about Feliciano like that again and it'll be much worse." Ludwig said, flexing his knuckles. " You're just lucky he wasn't here to hear that come out of your mouth." Gilbert audibly gulped, nodding. If there was anyting in this world that scared the hell out of him, it was his older brother.
" So, guys, anything planned for this weekend?" Alfred asked, effectively breaking the slight tension between the two. Gilbert immediately perked back up. " Oh yeah! That's what I wanted to tell you abo-" " Antonio is throwing a party tomorrow night." Ludwig interrupted Gilbert, causing the younger to flush in anger. " Stop stealing my thunder, West!" He snapped, and Ludwig narrowed his eyes. " Stop calling me West. You live out here too now, so it makes no sense."
Alfred mentally facepalmed at the memory. Gilbert hadn't always lived there in California. He used to live in Nevada, east of California. So Gilbert came up with the idea to call his brother West, even though Ludwig disapproved and never called him East. " Ah, don't be so uptight about it. Anyway, yeah, 'Toni's having a party tomorrow night, and you should totally come. It's gonna be awesome! Even more awesome since I'm gonna be the DJ." Gilbert said.
Alfred smiled. " Damn straight I'm gonna be there! Who else you got coming?" " Ludwig's bringing Feliciano, Toni's trying to convince the other italian to come-" " Lovino?" " -Yeah, whatever his name is. And I'm pretty sure Roderich is bringing Elizabeta, and I don't know who else Toni invited." Alfred nodded. " Sure, I'm up for it. Plus, whats a party without a hero?" At this, both Ludwig and Gilbert rolled their eyes and walked off.
" H-hey! Where're you guys going?" Alfred called after them, and Gilbet called back, " Stop pretending you're a hero, dude. You're being narcissistic." Alfred's eye twitched. Him, narcissistic? If anything, it was that stupid german! He was always going around telling people he's awesome and shit. Alfred shook his head. It wasn't worth fighting over. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, then walked out of the building and to his shared apartment down the street.
Once he got there, he walked in and threw his bag on the couch, calling out for his brother. " Yo Mattie, you here?" A slight thud came from the bathroom, then the door opened and his brother walked out. " Yeah, I'm here, Alfred. How was your day?" Alfred smiled. " It was great, and I found out that Antonio is having a party tomorrow night, you in or what?" Matthew bit his lip. " I don't know, Alfred, party scenes aren't really my-" " Ah, you don't know what you're saying, of course you're coming! I'll even drive if you want me too." The thought of Alfred behind the wheel of his car was enough to give Matthew chill bumps.
" N-no, I'll drive." He shuddered, and Alfred beamed. " So it's a yes! That's great, and you have to wear the best clothes you got!" He said happily. Matthew's eye twitched. " You tricked me!" He said, and Alfred shook his head. " Nah, you want to come. So, hows about you go make some pancakes, dude?" Matthew sighed. " Pancakes for dinner, Alfred, really?" " Yeah, I like your pancakes! Can't get enough!" Alfred said, sitting on the couch and turning the TV on. Matthew sighed. " Well if you put it that way, then fine, I'll make you some pancakes." He said, then headed into the kitchen.
Alfred only nodded absently as he put the TV on the surfing channel. Yes, there was an entire channel dedicated to surfing. And he loved it. He had always wanted to be a surfer when he was growing up, and once he got a board, Alfred thought about nothing but the ocean. He may sem like the type of person who'd be more comfortable sitting at home in sweat pants and playing video games, but what Alfred truly loved was water. He loved it with a passion. He had been only five when he surfed his first wave, on the back of his dad's board.
But then that same year, his dad had an accident that ended his life. There was a shallow place off the coast that was called 'Dead Man's Cross' for a reason. The bottom wasn't purely sand, rather than sharp coral with a thin layer of sand over it. His dad had entered a surfing competition, and when there were no waves, all the other contestants forfeited. That alone caused his dad to win, but he didn't want to win like that. So once he saw a big enough wave, he went for it. But he had apparently forgotten that Dead Man's Cross was just to the right of the competition waters, and when he hit the wave, he coasted to the right. The wave had turned out to be fairly small, so when it broke, it was just off the shoreline, and his dad had crashed into Dead Man's Cross. He had been impaled countless times by the coral bed that lied there, and was pronounced dead immediately.
Alfred hadn't gone back into the ocean for nearly eight years after that. But Matthew had re-introduced the wonderful sensation of being in the water when he tricked Alfred into diving into the water, thinking Matthew was drowning. After that, Alfred decided to follow in his father's footsteps, and become a professional surfer.
" Alfred, the pancakes are done." Matthew said, standing in front of the TV and blocking the screen. Alfred snapped out of his trance-like state, then smiled. " Thanks, Mattie. I really do love your pancakes, man." He said, getting up and following Matthew into the kitchen. The two ate in comfortable silence, and when they were done, Alfred offered to do the dishes. " What made you suddenly nice?" Matthew asked, looking at his brother strangely. Alfred shrugged, " Eh, I just feel like doing something right now."
After Alfred was done with the dishes, he realized just how tired he was. " Damn, Mattie, I think I'm about to give out. I'm gonna go to bed early." " Alfred, it's nearly twelve o'clock, that's not early." Matthew said, and Alfred just yawned. He stood and walked to his bedroom, stripping down and changing into a clean pair of boxers, then brushed his teeth and walked back to the living room, where Matthew was still watching TV. " Mattie, if it's really so late as you say, then why don't you go to bed?" He asked, and Matthew pointed to the screen. " National hockey championships."
" Ah." Matthew was just as crazy about hockey as Alfred was about surfing, if not worse. Alfred leaned over the back of the couch and kissed his brother's forehead. " 'Night, Mattie." " Goodnight, Alfred." With that, Alfred walked back to his room and lied down on his bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and, after wiggling around for a few minutes, fell asleep.
A/N: And so there's the first chapter! Love it? Hate it? Have comments or suggestions? Please review and tell me what you think! I really appreciate it when I know you guys are enjoying my stories.