"Baby Girl I gotta know,

How you dance like that

D-Dance like that

You dance like that"

The thud of fists was loud against the stuffing packed fabric of the punching bag. All around was the sound of grunts, rope hitting the floor, hands hitting one thing or another, or the metallic clanking of weights being lifted. The room was hot yet cold at the same time. The walls were concrete and the air conditioning was blasted but the actions of the teens and men in the room were overpowering the staff's best efforts to keep them cooled down. The large room was pretty much home to these men, all of whom had a good reason for being there.

Alfred F. Jones, self proclaimed hero, was steadily punching a bag, eyes bright with amusement and hands tense from strenuous work. He had just moved to this city with his brother so the first thing he did was blow off some steam. It wasn't very fun to move to a completely different state just before your senior year. His brother didn't care too much because he never really had any friends but Alfred was the most popular guy in school! It was a huge blow to his ego to be kicked to the bottom of the food chain that quickly.

Said brother, Matthew, was on the other side of the punching bag, watching in amusement. He knew his brother was upset but what could they do? It wasn't like they really had a choice or anything. He glanced at the door as a trio of teens entered. One of them was grinning like he had just won the Olympics and the other looked annoyed with the first teen. They made their way to a punching bag farther away from Alfred and Matthew and one of them, the grinner, started punching. He seemed focused on the bag rather than anything else. The shortest of the trio went off to the weights and started lifting, leaving his companions alone to talk.

"Ivan didn't see that punch coming and you know!" the grinner said eagerly. Matthew glanced at them, getting a good look. The one that had spoken had a very strange appearance. He was on the shorter side and he had a shock of silver hair with pale skin to match. What stood out the most, however, was his eyes. They were a bright crimson in colour and intense, almost scary looking. Matthew watched him for a moment before turning his gaze to the other man at the bag. He was much taller than the albino and he had slicked back blonde hair. He had a nice tan, probably from hard labor or something of that nature. His eyes were ice blue and stony. 'He's probably very serious.' Matthew thought, not even glancing at the other blonde that was lifting weights.

The twins didn't notice as the objects of Matthew's thoughts looked at them. The twins were half a head shorter than the blonde teen and both appeared fairly fit. The albino smirked and leaned against the punching bag, watching them. His brother was blushing ever so faintly as he watched Alfred beat up the bag. After a few more moments Alfred cracked his knuckles and sighed. "We should get going." He said, smirking at his twin. Matthew groaned. "Don't wanna. Unpacking." He said poutily. Alfred laughed. "Damn, I sound like the mature one here! Come on, before mom flips her lid." He said, taking his brother's hand and dragging him out.

"Damn Luddy, those two were cute." The albino said, grinning at his still blushing brother. Ludwig cleared his throat and rolled his eyes. "Jaja whatever Gilbert. Come on, get back to punching otherwise Ivan will be kicking your ass later." He said, trying to encourage his brother and get the attention off of himself. His brother was right though. They WERE really cute. He bit his lip, wondering if they would be going to his school. One could only hope.