((And So, this is where my boredem sets to a new level... Scott Pilgrim and Hetalia... I saw a couple fanficitions like "Matthew Williams VS The World" They are both titled as such. Same character as Scott Pilgrim, So I decided to go with the REAL HERO. But anyways, Its my regular shipping, USUK, with a few other (crack)pairings. This shall be fun and I hope all shall like, I don't own anything. Not Scott Pilgrim, Not Hetalia. Just my crappy ass writing skills. Another Thing, I Will be doing this by the Comic, screw the movie. It was good but.. The comic was obviously better than the movie, we on the same level here? Well.. Maybe somethings from the movie..whatever…LAST THING! I might add my own words to this too. I will also be doing this by books, So Let us start with.. His precious little life..))
"Alfred F. Jones is dating a high schooler!"
The voice had came from a house, covered in snow. It was a rather decent, small home. In Toronto, Canada. The scene took place in the small, crappy kitchen.
" Really? Is she willing enough to be my wife?" Said a short haired blonde with thin retangle glasses, his face was rather serious.. serious enough to be seriously scary. Swedish perhaps... Then a Black box with white letter appeared over him.
Berwald Oxenstierna
Age: 23
"How old are you now, Arfred, like 28?" Said another boy, japanese, with a black bowl cut hair and brown dull eyes. Black box.
Kiku Honda
Age: 23
"I'm not playing you'r little games, guys." Says a confident boy with honey blonde hair, except for the one cowlick that he had on the right side of his bangs that was covering a little bit of his face. He was walking to the counter to grab his McDonald's milkshake cup from the counter, smiling as if proud of himself. Clearly American. Black box.
Alfred F. Jones
Age: 23
The two boys that were sitting at the kitchen table along with another boy bleach blonde hair and a light mixture of blue and violet. Finnish... Black box.
Tino Väinämöinen
Age: 20
The Japanses boy and Swedish boy looked at each other with disbelieving looks then the Japanese boy said." So, you've been out of high schoor for rike, thirteen years, and-" " I'M TWENTY THREE! TWENTY THREE!" The American shouted to interupt the other.
" And you're dating a high school girl? Not bad, Not bad." The Swedish man nodding as he stated his acceptence to Alfred's decision.
"Dating a- come on, what does that MEAN?" Kiku looked back over to Alfred, huffing softly.
"Yeah, like, Did you guys "Do it" Yet?" Tino stared at the American from his seat, curious while he walked to the kitchen table and scooted his seat in as he sat.
"Well," The blue eyed American leans back in his chair, throwing his arm over the back of his chair." We sort of rise the bus, and she tells me about how yearbook club went, and about her friend, and ,you know, Drama.." Alfred smiled whil he talked.
"Yeah, okay... Have you even kissed her?" Berald raised a brow, looking up from his glasses as he took a bite from his burnt toast.
"We almost held hands once," Alfred took a slurp of his delicious milkshake from the straw then continued." But then she got embarrassed because of my awesome hero moves I pulled on her." He snickered to himself.
Kiku slowly sat back in his chair, sighing softly as he stared at the American with a very small smile." Werr don't you seem preased as punch."
"I don't know what you're talkin' about!" He slurped up more of his milkshake, making an ubnocious sound.
" So, What's her name?" The Swedish man leaned over onto the table, chewing on his burnt toast.
" Kim Truong." he muffled through his slurping." She's Vietnamese."
Then Tino would smile kindly, leaning forward a bit as if even more interested." Thats amazing! Where'd you meet her, anyway?" He said through the crunching of the burnt toast that the swedish man was noming through.
" I believe I mentioned the bus?" He was about to take a bite from a Big Mac.
~ Amazing video game music~
THE BUS - A FEW NIGHTS AGO
Downtown Toronto. There was a bus riding through the night. Rather peaceful night.
"Sherman nice boy. You like him."
Said an old yet young woman on the bus sitting next to her daughter. They were sitting on the bus, holding a couple of bags.
The young daughter had a cute asian face, her long brown hair in a pony tail resting on her right shoulder. She worn a skirt and leggings. Uniform, maybe?
"Mom, I'm really not interested at all." the young teen sighed, closing her eyes. It was as if her mother had been nagging her about this situation.
"You are seventeen year old! Time to get into dating!" The old woman arched her brows, getting annoyed with her daughter's resistance.
" MOM!" The Vietnamese teen shouted, releasing the bag in her hands.
Her mother leaned over, looking at the books sprawled out on the floor of the bus." You drop books."
The teen gasped loudly, opening her eyes to see the books." AAAA!" She quickly got onto her knees and grabbed the paper bag, picking up the book as she made angry noices in vietnamese." grmbl, snrft, smkety.."
"Hey..."
Said an American as he started to pick up a few of the books that were left." Don't worry about it!" He said with a huge grin on his face. Black box. ALFRED F. JONES. 23 YEARS OLD. RATING: AWESOME.
~Flash back over~
"... and that's how we met." Alfred said in a matter of fact tone, raising his hand for motion effect.
"you.. Met her on the BUS with her MOM?" Berald pointed at the American with glasses as if to get something straight.
"Is that seriousry the end of that story?" The Japanese boy closed his eyes, annoyed with the fact that it was seriously that short.
"Yes." Alfred sets down his cup and burger so that he could cross his arms over his chest and he pursed his lips together, pouting.
Then afterwhile Alfred decided to trot home to his... crappy ass apartment slash mancave slash.. what the fuck is this..
Anyways, He entered the small ass apartment." Just so I tell you before you hear some dirty lies from someone else, Yes, I'm dating a seventeen year old." Alfred had said while looking at a Canadian sitting on a Sofa chair, reading a newspaper. Black box. MATTHEW WILLIAMS. BROTHER AND ROOMMATE. 25 YEARS OLD. RATING: 7.5 / 10. The American took off his bomber jacket and sets it on one of the coat hooks.
Matthew looked up from the newspaper, revealing soft violet blue eyes behind glasses and a string of hair hanging out from the front of his bangs." Is HE cute?" He said softly, watching his brother loom over to the bathroom.
"Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha." Alfred enter the bathroom.
"Does this mean we have to stop sleeping together?" He tilted his head, lowering his newspaper down more to reveal his red sweat shirt with a white maple leaf in the middle of it. He smiled.
" Dude, do you like see another bed in here?" The American poked his head out of the bathroom to look at Matt with a brow raised, his glasses on the tip of his nose.
BLACK BOXES EVERYWHERE.
The apartment was just like a studio with a bar kitchen and a bathroom.
ALFRED & MATTEW'S APARTMENT- OWNERSHIP DIAGRAM
The Canadian looked around the room.
LAME POSTER(Alfred), FUTON(Matthew), WALL LAMP(Matthew), THROW RUG(Matthew), EASY CHAIR(Matthew), CLOTHES ON FLOOR AND STUFF(Alfred), EVERYTHING IN THE KITCHEN(Matthew), SHOES LAYING AROUND(Alfred), ALFRED'S COAT, MATTHEW'S COAT(better), VIDEO GAME SYSTEM & GAMES(Matthew), SHELF(Matthew), TELEVISION(Matthew), BOOKS AND CDs(MATTHEW), COMPUTER(Matthew), TABLE(Matthew), ALFRED'S TOOTHBRUSH(Matthew paid for it), MATTHEW'S SOCKS(On Alfred's feet).
"You're my bitch forever, Alfred, eh." Matthew huffed, putting the newspaper back in front of his face.
THE NEXT DAY OR SOMETHING
It was back at Berald Oxenstierna's home. Alfred was with his new high school girlfriend, which is Vietnamese, in front of Berald's home." You have to promise to be good." The American smiled at his girlfriend.
"Of course I'll be good!" She huffed, lowering her brows.
"No, really, please. Be Good." He looked at her with a straight face.
"I'll be good! Am I normally not-" "You promise to be good?" Alfred interupted her,closing his eyes as if he was the boss but a happy boss.
"Yes. I'll be good.." She frowned slightly, not sure if he was kidding or not. Berald suddenly opened the door... He was in a cowboy like shirt... what?
"What the hell are you making this poor girl say, Al?" The Swedish man raised his brows at the American.
Alfred and Kim turned their heads to the tall man in the door." OH! Hey, This is Kim Truong. Kim, this is Berald Oxenstierna. He's the talent. Can we come in now? It's hella cold out here, man."
Berald huffed softly, moving out of the way and motioned them inside." Yeah, come on in. Nice to meet you."
"He made me promise to be good!" Kim puffed her cheeks out a bit as she slowly started to walk by Berald, following Alfred behind him.
"He may have been kidding.. Are you normally bad?" He stared at the teen with a serious stare.
" I thought I was okay..." Kim said quietly, then looked into the living room/ band room as if amazed." Wow..."
"Hey, Kiku, this is Kim." He said as he unzipped his bomber jacket, then looked over to the Japanese boy that was sitting behind drums with a picture of a Nintendo marketed "Bomb-omb" on the bass drum. Then he looked back over to Kim."You can just throw your coat wherever, Kim."
"Hi, Sorry, what was your name?" Kim looked over to Kiku, waving slightly while she was taking off her coat.
"Kiku Honda.." The Japanese boy bowed his head in respect as he gave out his name.
"You play drums?" The teen walked over to the couch or "Audience seat".
"... Yes..." He said as if it was obvious... which it was. He was holding his drummer's sticks and sitting behind the drums...
"That is awesome." He sat down, putting her coat in her lap. Respectable Asian.
Then Tino would slowly enter the band room.
" Hey, Dude! Kim, this is Young Tino." Alfred said while he tuned his bass guitar up.
Tino would walk over to the "Audience seat, sitting next to the Vietnamese girl." Tino Vainamoinen."
"What do you play?" She quiestioned, leaning over a bit as she used to her arms to support her upper body then looked over to the Finnish boy.
"Uhm.. Nothing.. I just live here with Berald.." He looked back at her, his eyes kind of glued onto her.
"Oh.." Kim blinked.
"Okay, Lets start with "Launchpad McQuack"." Alfred announced, plucking some of the strings on his bass, testing it out.
"That's not the actual title of the song." Berald said sternly, putting his guitar strap around him and held his acoustic guitar in front of him.
"We are Sex Bob-OMB! ONE TWO THREE FOUR!" Kiku shouted loudly, taping his stickers together four times. it was the only time when he was loud.
Then the three played their hearts out. Berald singing into the mic. Alfred stomping his feet on the ground, smiling. He was having the time of his life as he stuck out his tongue. Although he was bass.
When the band started to play the song, Kim's eyes were sparkling. She was enlightened..
The song seemed to end far too quickly." ... That was too fast.." Berald mumbled, looking over to Kiku.
"Oh BOOHOO, Omanko." the Japanese boy arched his brows a bit.
"You want to do it again?" The Swedish man suggested to his bass player.
"NYAHA! SURE, LETS DO IT!" The American nodded, smiling.
And so.. They played and played, Kim getting more and more enlightened.
AFTER BAND PRACTICE
"I can't even... Wow."
The couple was outside, waiting at the bus stop as the bus slowly rolled up to the curb.
"You guys are so amazing. SOOOOOOO Amazing." Kim looked back at his boyfriend before getting on the bus." Sex bob-omb. Wow." He eyes sparkled once again.
"I'll ..I'll come by and see you after school tomorrow, Okay?" Alfred tilted his head a bit, waving to his girlfriend.
AFTERWARDS
Alfred and the gang (meaning Kiku, Tino, and Berald) hung around in Tino's room. The band members sat on Tino's bed, laid back and the Finnish boy was sitting at his computer, playing some type of game... Quiet... SOMEONE TALK ALREADY!
Berald looked over to Alfred." She seems nice.."
"You think so?" Alfred looked over to Berald, grinning. Kiku looked at the two blankly.
"I could go for a teenage wife..." He looked to the side with a straight face before adjusting his glasses and pushed it back against the bridge of his nose.
" I highly recommend i- wait what!" The American looked at the Swedish man, surprised.
Kiku giving them the blank stare then lowered his brows as his attention went to Alfred." Alfred, are you evil, or are you really happy?"
The blue eyed American flinched, looking over to the Japanese boy and raised his brows." What, like, do I have ulterior motives, or something? Are you asking me if I'm a USER?"
Kiku looked away over to Tino, who was leaning in closer to the computer screen." Hai.."
Berald and Alfred just glanced at each other.
"I'm offended, Kik." Alfred hunched over.
" Wounded, even?" Berald added.
"HURT, Kiku."
The brown eyed japanese boy shook his head, sighing." Nevermind then.."
MORNING
RIIIIINNNNNGGG
It was back at the crappy ass apartment, a quick glimpse of Alfred's and Matthew's mailbox.
RIIIINNNNGGGGG
Inside, Alfred would be laying in the futon... sleeping.. He groaned, slapping his hand down on the phone.
RRIIIINNNNNNGG
He picks it up with his eyes still closed." Ugh.. Hello..?"
"Alfred? did I wake you up? It's Twelve thirty!" Said a girl's voice. BLACK BOX. MICHELLE JONES.(Not real name, just got it from some fanfics and internet searching) 19 YEARS OLD. RATING: "T" FOR TEEN.
"Ohh..No… I've …totally been awake…for SEVERAL HOURS!" The American emphasized, groaning. His cowlick seemed to twitch as he had the phone to his ear."…Several…"
" Yeah, right!" She rolled his eyes, her voice didn't sound too pleasing. Especially, when you're JUST waking up." What's this I hear about you dating a sixteen year old? ! ? !"
Alfred gasped loudly, sitting up as his eyes were wide." Sh-She's SEVENTEEN, and how did you know? ?"
" Matthew told me." She huffed.
" That gossipy bitch!" Alfred groaned, rubbing his eyes.
" Yeah, I called last night, but you were at band practice or something, anyway, SCANDAL."
" Whatever, dude!" Alfred huffed, putting on his glasses and he slowly stood up from the futon and adjusted his sweat pants.
"Don't Whatever me! Who is this mysterious child! ?" She sighed, then sipped on a straw connected to a juice box.
" Ugh.. Her name is Kim.." Alfred couldn't stop groaning.
" Kim what?"
"Truong.." The American clicked the wall lamp on, glaring at the phone.
" She's Chinese? ! Wait until mom hears about this!" The teen smirked to herself, snickering softly.
" She's Vietnamese! Plus, Mom's in Europe! I ain't scared!" He plopped back down on the futon, sitting against the wall while holding the phone to his ear.
" A seventeen year old Vietnamese high school girl." He scoffed softly, shaking her head." You're ridiculous, Al."
Alfred rubbed his head, running his fingers through his hair too." It's a catholic school, too.." He seemed to mumble slightly.
" What! ? With the uniform and everything! ?" Michelle gasped into the phone, her eyes wide.
"Yeah, The whoooooollle deal."
" Oh my god. You haven't—"
" No No No No No. God, no. We haven't even held hands. I THINK she hugged me once." He raised his brow at the home phone.
" Um.. Alfred.. Why are you doing this?" She took a sip of the juice again.
" I… I don't know. It's just nice, you know? It's just simple." Alfred gently rubbed his face into his palm, lifting up his glasses a bit.
" It's been over a year since broke up with—"
"YEAH, YEAH."
"So are you legitimately moving on, or is this just you being insane?"
Alfred took the phone off of his ear then looked at it for a moment then placed it back onto his ear, huffing." I'll get back to you on that.."
LATER
"I… really don't want to be here at all." Matthew whined softly while he walked besides his brother, Alfred, with his hands buried deep into his coat pockets.
" No, It's cool, chill out!" Alfred grinned widely, patting his gloved hand on Matthew's back.
The two were walking through downtown Toronto towards the Catholic school that Kim attends to.
" We're almost there. I'm leaving. I'm not doing this with you.." Matthew sighed, looking at the string that poked out from his bangs.
" No, dude, It's okay! This school has boys, too." Alfred pursed his lips softly, frowning.
The blonde Canadian sighed, closing his eyes softly as he frowned." I hate you.."
"Okay, Let's wait right here."
The two blonde men stopped in front of a school that was fenced in with tall bars and a open gate when alot of teenagers walking out of the building.
Alfred's girlfriend, Kim, was walking with two other Asian girls that attend the catholic school. She worn her jacket over her uniform. She gasped when she had seen her boyfriend." Alfred!" She waved, then rushed over to him." Heyyyyy!" She smiled happily.
Alfred waved back, smiling." Hey dude, What's up? This is my cool gay brother, roommate, Matthew Williams."
Matt just looked to the side a bit then looked at Kim with a soft smile.
"Oh, Hi! I'm Kim. Do you want to know who in my class is gay?" The teen reached out and grabbed onto the older male's hand when he offered her a hand shake.
"Does he like maple?" He tilted his head a bit.
... " Matthew, you go now. You leave. Begone." Alfred pointed in the direction they came from.
"Wait, huh?" the Canadian lowered his brows, actually getting used to the situation now.
"I promose i'll give you the inside scoop on all the cute boys next time I see you, Matt." Kim said, clinging onto Alfred's arm.
But then, Matthew took his hands into his and got near her, saying softly. "...You're too good for him... Run..." Then walked away without another word to say.
"Ha, Mattie is pretty funny! Hey, can we get something to eat, I'm straving!" She clung back onto the American.
AND SO...
Alfred and Kim spent basically the whole day together.. Getting some pizza... Playing at the arcade... going to the GoodWill... Kim just rambling on and on about the drama going on with her classmates. The stories amused Alfred. Never did bore him..Then the day got close to ending. Sad..
So, Alfred just decided to walk Kim around the friendly streets of downtown Toronto.
"Hey, Where are we going? To your secret lair?" Kim joked, giggling softly.
" My secret lair is one of those "No girls allowed" deals, actually." Alfred nudged the Vietnamese teen softly, smiling.
Kim nudge back." So, Where?"
"It's alright, It's my old house. It's where I lived when I was little before I had to move back to America." He looked to the side a bit.
"Do your parents still live there?" The girl questioned, blinking her chocolate colored eyes.
"No, they left.. They sold it.." He sighed loudly, closing his eyes.
Then the two turned to a nice looking two story house. It was really decent and pretty." So yeah, this is where the magic happened.." Alfred stared at the house.
" It's so beautiful.." Kim stared at it as well.
Then Alfred turned away, scratching the side of his head."... I'll walk you to your bus stop, ok?"
...
Desert...A whole desert... Dry... Hot... Lonely...
" Oh..."
Alfred would be standing there in the middle of the desert with a cactus in the background and the sun beating down on his back.
"Oh god.. I'm so.. So Alone..." The American fell to his knees. Then leaned over, covering his face." Oh god.."
Suddenly something came up from the horizon.. was it jesus? No.. It.. It was...
"Im so..-"
He got interupted by another male... skating by on his roller blades... He had short, shaggy blonde hair and black goggles hiding his eyes but his brows.. were so big.." Oh, Shut up, you Git." He'd look at him for a second, throwing his British flag bag behind him as he skated by." You're not alone. You're just having a dimwitted dream.."
Alfred slowly sat up, watching the male skate on by."...I'm dreaming..?"
Dust floated about.
...
"Can we make out then?"
Alfred opened his eyes wide, waking up from his... enlightening dream... Staring at the ceiling as if he had just seen a fucking ghost.. Too early..
Until next time~ :D