Alfred F. Jones was a fairly happy child. He had a beautiful brunette mom, and an American-Hero, blond haired, blue eyed dad.
Alfred was in many sports, had tons of adoring fans, and the best girlfriend in the world. He lived in a huge house with a huge yard, had tons of electronics, and often had his favorite food for dinner, which happened to be hamburgers. His mom and dad were really rich and famous, but he had always come first. Even if they were called to work, if he had something coming up, there they were. He had tons of friends, and he was the hero of the school. Being great at everything helps.
But that all changed in less than an hour. Alfred was with his parents walking up to his school when gunshots rang out.
Some asshole and his gang had decided to participate in a drive by shooting. Other families and students and teachers were screaming. Then Alfred felt a pain boring into his right shoulder, and the force pushed him to the ground. The bullet lodged itself into bone. He screamed in agony as the pain sent him swirling into a black oblivion.
When he came to, he was still in agony, but the paramedics and cops had arrived. He felt hands moving him, And he used some unused reservoir of strength to look around. There were many injured around him, like his friend Jess. She had gotten shot twice in the leg. Some people were trying to help, while others were getting in the way. Then he noticed the ones that were lying still, his parents were among those.
As he was loaded into the ambulance, and as he was slipping into that welcome painless black he thought 'They must be dead...'
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An Angry voice woke him up. Bright lights and the pristine white walls of the hospital met his drowsy eyes, and he realized that the person yelling was speaking German? Yeah. That's what language he was yelling in.
Then the door slammed open, revealing an angry blond man with the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen.
"Are you Alfred F. Jones?" the man asked, with only a slight German accent.
"Yea. Wut's it to ya?" Alfred asked nervously in a southern-ish accent that was mixed into his usual one.
"My name is Ludwig Wiellschmidt. I'm your parent's lawyer. I just checked you out of the hospital. Feliciano will help you get dressed." Ludwig said.
Upon hearing his name being mentioned, an energetic Italian came bounding into the room.
"Ve~! Aw... Bambino is hurt Ludwig!" Feliciano said after looking at Alfred.
"Feliciano, help Mr. Jones get dressed." Ludwig said as he left the room.
Feliciano gently helped Alfred into his clothes, and get his injured arm into a sling. All the while, Feliciano happily talked about random things.
But Alfred was confused. Not by the Italian's bubbly personality, but by how the German had been acting.
He had seen Ludwig several times before, while Ludwig came over on legal business. He had never looked so broken before. So why was he so upset the first time they were introduced?
"All done Bambino! We don't want to keep Ludwig waiting!" Feliciano said, helping Alfred get up, while being careful of his arm.
After a while of riding in a car with Ludwig and Feliciano, Alfred was ushered into a private jet.
"Now, Mr. Jones, before we get to the first order of business, do you have any questions?" Ludwig asked, as the teenager looked out the window at the world below him. He had never been is an airplane before., But Ludwig had gotten his attention. He had two questions that he desperately needed to get answered. He went for the less serious one first.
"How come ya speak en'lish so well?" He asked in that weird mix of accents. Ludwig had obviously not been expecting that as a question.
"I, uh..., minored in teaching English while I was in college." He said. "Anything else?"
"Wut's goin' on?" Alfred asked. He asked the question that Ludwig had been expecting.
"Alfred... I'm afraid that your parents are dead. I, uh..., Managed to keep the government from taking the house and land in order for me to have enough time to find their will." Ludwig explained, his eyes found a rather fascinating part of the carpet. Then he forced himself to look at the boy across from him.
"They're de-," He swallowed. "Dead?" His voice cracked an a tear rolled down his face and left a damp spot on his shirt.
Ludwig nodded somberly, which brought more tears from Alfred.
"Where are we going then?" He asked shakily. He was obviously fighting back the tears and to keep from going into hysterics.
"Well...Apparently, your Father had children with another woman..." Ludwig coughed. "And since they are your only living relatives, you will be staying with them until everything is sorted out." Ludwig finished.
"okay..." Alfred said softly.
"Ve~! Bambino, how old are you?" The Italian asked.
"Sixteen..."
"Huh? Nur ein baby!" The blond man exclaimed.
"What?" Alfred asked not knowing any German.
"Si! Povero Bambino!" The Italian said sadly, gently wrapping his arms around the boy.
"I cant understand you!" Alfred yelled in frustration before giving up and curling up into a ball and sobbing.
When they landed, Alfred had run out of tears and sobs, but he had the worst case of hiccups ever. And he kept hyper-ventilating.
Ludwig and Feliciano were gentle with the kid as they ushered him into another car.
An Albino looked over his shoulder as Feliciano and Alfred got into the back seat.
"Bruder o' Meine, is that the junge?" He asked in a mix of German and heavily accented English.
"Ja, Alfred Jones, this is meine bruder, Gilbert Wiellschmidt. Gil, this is Alfred F. Jones." Ludwig introduced. Gilbert nodded with a smile.
"He looks... Geil." Gil said, not finding the english equivalent for the word. "Guten tag, Alfie. Ich heisse Gilbert. Ich bin ein genie und geil."
Alfred gave Gil a weird look. "Um, Mr. Wiellschmidt, could you translate please?" the confused teen asked.
"Of course Mr. Jones. This idiot here just said 'good day, Alfie. My name is Gilbert. I am a genius and awesome.'"Ludwig translated.
Gilbert turned to his brother and glared. His crimson eyes were giving Alfred the creeps.
"Um, Mr. Wiellschmidt? Where are we?" Alfred asked, but at the same time, Gilbert started to drive off, yelling at Ludwig, who was yelling back.
"Alfred, we're in England. Your half-brothers are British. Well, one is. The other was born in Sealand and his mom asked if he could be a citizen."
Feliciano explained "Oh. Okay..." Alfred said, acting like he understood every word the Italian said. But what he was really thinking was 'Where the hell is Sealand?'
Translations!
Nur ein baby! - Just a baby!
Povero Bambino! - Poor little boy!
Bruder o' Meine, is that the junge? - Brother o' mine, is that the boy?
Geil - awesome
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Author's Notes!
Yeah. i know that Alfred is out of character. he already has the obsession with hamburgers, and he's gonna get the obsession with heroes in the next chapter hopefully. i hope to update next week!
Auf Weidersehen, My sexy minions!