Alfred F. Jones was peaceably dreaming about justice, UFOs, heroes and hamburgers. Yes, Alfred does dream about that kind of stuff…

Ohh say can you see by the dawn's early light. What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming-

"GAH! FIVE MORE MINUTES MOMMY!" Alfred shouted not realizing that what had woken him up was his alarm.

To tell the truth, Alfred was a rather patriotic boy. He was proud of the founding fathers and obsessed with liberty and justice.

"Hey Al wake up! We are going to be late!" the soft but worried voice of a boy said. The boy was actually Alfred's brother, Matthew.

Matthew Williams. Alfred's twin. A shy boy who always seemed to blend into the background. He didn't mind…sometimes. He did look a lot like Alfred, though his hair was wavy while Alfred's was straight. They were both quite handsome though Matthew hid his face with his hair while Alfred made sure everyone notice his 'beauty attributes'. Matthew always wore either a red or white sweatshirt while Alfred wore all this kinds of T-shirts and weird colourful jeans. But the real difference between them was that Matthew was really shy and quiet while Alfred was just his complete opposite. Both boys were quite close, though for two years they were separated because their parents had divorced and while Alfred stayed with his dad in the US, Matthew had left with his mom to Canada. Thus, Matthew changed his last name from Jones to Williams AND his nationality. Pretty weird, huh? Twins with different nationalities and last names. But now their mom decided to go back and now they live together. Anyway, back to the story…

"Mattie, it's barely 4:30! Why are you waking me SO early? Heroes need a lot of time to sleep!" the self-proclaimed hero said.

"You were supposed to wake up an hour ago! Now come on brother mom is downstairs with our luggage! We need to be at the airport in 40 minutes!"

"To the airport? For what? Now, go away Mattie boy..shoo."

"Alfred Jones! Do not call me Mattie boy! Now get ready. Don't tell me you forgot about today?" Matthew said already in the edge of desperation .

"Forget about what?" Alfred whispered, then suddenly realizing what Matthew had been talking about, "Oh shit! Matthew we need to get to the airport!"

Matthew just sighed, "Yes, Alfred…now get dressed up. I'll be helping mom with our luggage."

"Thanks Mattie Boy! I'll be downstairs in a bit." said Alfred as he got his favourite Super Man shirt and some black jeans.

"Don't call me that!" Mattie boy yelled as he ran downstairs.

But why would they take an airplane to get to their school? Well, Alfred and Matthew had been accepted to one of the most prestigious school in the world, The World's Academy. A school that only accepted students that excelled in either school Academics, sports, or any type of fine arts. Matthew had been accepted because of his grades in science and literature while Alfred had been accepted because of his grades in Mathematics and because he was really a hero when it came to sports especially football. So yeah, Matt and Al were a pair of super twins.

"The hero is here! And the hero…is also kind of hungry…" Alfred said a he dramatically ran downstairs

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"Hurry, mom is in the car already and they are going to give us breakfast at the plane." Matthew sighed taking his twin by the hand.

"Great! I just hope they give us hamburgers or something!" at that comment Matthew couldn't help to roll his eyes and give Alfred a warm smile.

Alfred was a hero and Mathew was his faithful side-kick.

That's how tings rolled at the Jones/Williams family.

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AN- Veneciano and Romano are talking in Italian. But we all want to know what they are saying so you are reading it in English. Though I added some Italians words just to get that Italian vibe ~

"Oh Fratello*! Aren't you exited? Can you believe we actually got accepted to this school?" a young cheery brunette told his brother.

"Shut up Veneciano! We only got accepted because Nonno* works here!" a boy who looked just like the first one but with a darker hair colour said.

"Ve~ Can we at least pretend that we did? Per favoreeee*?"

"Do whatever you want, Feli. Just don't talk to me!" Veneciano's brother, Romano said using his brother's nickname, Feli (which he didn't dare to use in front of anyone but his brother).

Veneciano and Romano were two young Italian brothers who had been accepted to a certain Academy, The World's Academy. To be truthful the teenagers (they were both 16 years old) had only been admitted because they were really good at making food and ahem- because their 'Nonno' was the principal of that famous Institute- ahem. Both of them were kind of… incompetent (except when it came to food that is) and were a bit relaxed and clumsy.

Veneciano was the cheery one. He always tried to look for the positive side of the situation. Something Veneciano was obsessed with was Italian food, especially pasta. He was also the one who couldn't read the atmosphere and was also a cry-baby – Well both of them were but Veneciano tended to cry more often- Both brothers were extremely cute thus, they were fairly popular with the ladies. Romano was the brother with the negative attitude, always complaining and cursing everyone. Romano or sometimes Lovi (Veneciano's nickname to him) was also obsessed with Italian food but he just loved tomatoes. The Vargas brothers.

"Lovi, Let's make a race to see who gets to Nonno's office first!" Veneciano yelled getting a full head-start.

"Hey, Feli! You are so childish. Cheater!" Romano yelled after muttering something under his breath and then started running towards Veneciano.

Of course, the race didn't even last 10 seconds because both Italians had tripped and were on the floor already.

"Ahhh Fratello! I'm bleeding! Aiuto*! Aiuto! I'm going to die!" Veneciano yelled at the top of his longs trying to fight back his tears.

"Dannazione*! Idiota*! It's all your fault Feli! You are not bleeding! I'm the one who's bleeding!" Romano said crying and cursing.(Of course neither of them was bleeding)

"We are going to die!" both of them cried.

Oh Italians. Italians.

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*Translations:

Fratello: Brother

Nonno: Grandpa

Per Favoreee: Pleaseee

Dannazione: Damn it

Idiota: Idiot