The night was soggy and humid as a Yong Soo the cheerful Korean delinquent traced the damp sidewalks lazily, looking up toward the sky, stars few and far-between behind the clouds. He turned onto the front walkway of that familiar old house. He hopped up the two-and-a-half steps, and rang the doorbell that sat next to the white, wooden, quite frankly uninteresting door. He heard the melodic diiing, dooong coming from inside, an a few loud barks from a dog. Just before the door opened, he heard someone yell "Quiet, Freedom!"

A boy who looked a lot like Alfred opened the door, and for a second, Yong Soo thought that the person was Alfred. But then the naïve American in question popped up behind the look-alike, and bounded forward to give the Korean a tight squeeze. Alfred then led Yong Soo through the door, through the living room, then up the stairs. Yong Soo tried to catch a glimpse of the doppelganger who had answered the door, but it seemed that he had disappeared already. Freaky, thought the Asian, who didn't remember Alfred saying anything about having a brother. He had never seen him the many times before when he had visited. Yong Soo knew he had a dog, Golden Retriever named Freedom, who was trailing the two friends up the stairs and down the upstairs hallway into Alfred's room.

Alfred's room was a small room with a slanted ceiling. It was painted a light pink, though, luckily, you couldn't tell because all of his posters; posters that described everywhere from cars to bands to superheroes. He had a Toy Story bedspread, but Spiderman curtains. The room was dark, since the light bulb hadn't worked since 2005. Yong Soo thought that Alfred was a four-year-old in a fifteen-year-old's body. They lay down on the bed, gazing up at the pictures on the ceiling. One of a red Camaro (Alfred really liked Camaros, he always said that he would get one when he turned sixteen.), and another of Jersey Shore. Yong Soo did not like that show, though he saw it from time to time when Alfred wanted to watch it. It was the same way for Alfred, who didn't like his friend's Korean dramas (Or so Alfred wanted him to believe.).

The American turned over on his side to poke his friend. "Ready, dude?" he asked.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" the Korean questioned, obviously skeptical of Alfred's "ritual."

The two teenage boys had decided that they needed a special bond to separate them from others. They agreed that even though it was sort of stupid, they needed to make themselves closer than a husband and wife, but not in a homosexual way. This was because the two had decided to become master pranksters. They needed to be in it all the way, and in it together. They would even run away if they absolutely had to.

Alfred sighed, getting up from the bed and starting to pull off his shirt. "Even if it doesn't, we can still say it did."

The ritual wanted them to be butt-naked. Yong Soo slipped off his shirt and began unbuttoning his pants. "True, true."

Once they were clad in their birthday suits, they stood facing each other, each putting their middle finger on the other's left testicle.

"I, Alfred Fitzgerald Jones, do so solemnly swear that by the power of this sacred ball, my soul, mind and body will always be connected to Yong Soo Im, from this day, rainy June 18, 2005, for the rest of my life and beyond."

"I, Yong Soo Im, do so solemnly swear that by the power of this sacred ball, my soul, mind and body will always be connected to Alfred Fitzgerald Jones, from this day, rainy June 18, 2005, for the rest of my life and beyond."

They removed their fingers from their life partners' balls, and began to redress in the clothes scattered across Alfred's already-cluttered floor.

A minute later, a soft knock came on the door.

"What is it, Mattie?" Alfred said, recognizing his brother by the three taps that made up his knock.

The door opened, and the boy who looked like Alfred was there. Yong Soo ran over to him. "Who are you!" he asked excitedly, staring into the lookalike's violet eyes.

"I- I'm Alfred's brother, Matthew," he stammered. Yong Soo burst out laughing as he heard the boy's voice, which was so high-pitched it sounded like it was going through puberty.

"You two look a lot like each other," the Korean added.

"Duhhh, 'cause we're twins," stated Alfred, turning over toward his brother, "So, what?"

"Mom wants to know if you want dinner."

"No, Yong and I are busy."

The milder twin scoffed. "With what, making out?"

"Shut up." Alfred turned slightly red.

"Right. I'll just, uh, leave you two boys alone then." Matthew and his smug face slowly pulled the door shut. The two boys stood silently in the darkness for a couple seconds, avoiding each other's direct gaze.

"Sorry, dude, Mattie's kind of a douche sometimes, just ignore hi-" Alfred was shut up with a pair of powerful Asian lips on his own. A few seconds later, Yong Soo pulled away, staring at his stunned friend.

After a minute of dead silence, Alfred finally sputtered out some words.

"Dude, I told you this wasn't a homosexual thing."

"Who said we couldn't be homosexual anyways."

"I did not know you wanted to be homosexual."

"We're kind of already bromosexual."

"Bromosexual isn't even a word."

"Since when do you care when something isn't a word."

"Touché."

Alfred punched his friend in the arm lightly, smiling a 10,000-watt smile. Yong Soo countered with his signature 10,001-watt Cheshire grin. This time, it was the American who clumsily pushed his lips onto the Korean's. They fell backward onto the Woody and Buzz sheets, chuckling into each other's breath.

Later, the two exhausted teens lay in juxtaposition on the tacky green carpet. Alfred tried to read the small lyrics in the background of a random band poster, while Yong Soo flipped casually through a porn magazine. "Boobs…" he muttered.

"So, Yong," began Alfred, turning over to face his bromosexual bro, "Shall we begin planning out next prank?"

"It should be the prank to end all pranks," said the scheming Asian.

They both sat up, bumping fists before starting to whisper their grand ideas.

Well, that takes care of chapter one! I hope you liked it. As I write this I am like 75% done with Ch. 4, and the story really hasn't gotten down on Friday yet. But stuff happens. Plot happens. Trust me. Yet it seems to still maintain its general Fluffy Humorness. Also, future side pairings will be Norway-Taiwan (IDK either), FrUK, maybe Prussia/Poland. Oh and Denmark and someone. I don't know yet. I just want Denmark to be involved in some way. I do not have anything but a very rough outline planned out, so I don't know anything about the story. I like reviews. I really do. They give me that feeling in the pit of my stomach that is a lot like the one I get when I read porn. OH I BET YOU TOTALLY DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW THAT TOO BAD.