Another long shot, but this one is going to be a bit more personal to me. This story is going to have dark themes in later chapters. as usual i will warn you of what will be in each chapter at the top... P.s.. these darn genres i gotta give. XD hard to choose really lol.

mcdonalds doesn't belong to me

Greyhound doesnt belong to me

Hetalia doesnt belong to me.

chapter 1

Every night it was a different hotel Alfred and Arthur went to, and every night he was told to keep the door locked. The older boy would just smile at him before he disappeared off for the remainder of the night. Alfred never questioned where he went too or why the next morning they had to quickly leave. All he knew was that Arthur had them traveling around the United States a lot. They started in Washington and within two weeks they were already in Nebraska.

He heard from Arthur once that when they got to New York, they were going to leave for England. Which he wondered why, he wasn't even sure just WHERE that place was! He missed his little house he shared with his other two brothers. Mathew and Francis didn't come along with them, and he missed them both terribly.

It happened one night; Alfred and Mathew were having the most heated of debates. Who would win in a fight between a football player and a hockey player? Both boys were on the couch arguing about it, a pillow at the ready incase pillow war three would erupt. Arthur and Francis were in the kitchen, unaware of the little debate that was going on between the twins.

All it took was for one 'hockey is for girls' and 'football is for dummies' to escape their mouths and war erupted. Pillows smacking into each other so hard the stuffing had exploded causing the living room to be surrounded in fluff. Fists soon replacing the damaged pillows as they struck every body part they could. The scuffle soon moved to the floor as a pained whimper and a growl escaped them and suddenly a kick that missed its target, went striking the coffee table. The large top heavy flower vase had toppled hard onto the wooden floor as it shattered instantly. Both boys stopped immediately as they stared at it in horror, they were in big trouble.

Francis and Arthur had run out of the kitchen as they stared down the two. Alfred's lower lip was busted open and bleeding, and Mathew was going to have one heck of a shiner in the morning.

"Mon dieu! My Mathieu!"

Alfred was pushed off as he landed on the wet floor near the vase. Letting out a small whimper as he tried inching away from his big brother, oh he was upset. Arthur moved over as he knelt down beside the other, looking his face over as he bit his lip some. Anger flashing in his eyes as he looked over his shoulder at Francis.

"They're both hurt you twit!" he yelled as he went trying to carefully pick up Alfred.

"Non! Alfred's always the one starting the fights! Mathieu was only defending himself! And look at him! He's going to have a black eye!" Francis frowned as he kissed the boys head, taking him to the kitchen

"I… I didn't mean to." Alfred sniffled as Arthur just rubbed the back of his head, heading towered the bathroom as he nodded slowly.

"I know you didn't, Francis is just being a horse's ass."

Taking Alfred to the bathroom, he gently sat him down on the sink counter. Turning on the vanity lights he went getting a closer look at the damage. Opening up the drawer he went pulling out some ointment, letting out a soft sigh. It annoyed him to no end how Francis fussed over Mathew more then Alfred. In his own opinion Alfred was cuter then his twin, in his own special way.

Leaning over the boy he went grabbing at the clean washcloth that was nearby. Running it under some warm water he began cleaning the others bloodied lip. The younger flinched as Arthur frowned, being very gentle as he kissed his forehead.

"It'll be okay Alfred, I'm not mad at you." He whispered. "Was it over that football and hockey thing again?"

"Football is ton's better, isn't it Artie?" he asked, blue eyes pleading for the other to agree with him

Arthur just nodded as he went applying some ointment to the boy's lower lip. Yes football was better then hockey, the REAL football… Not none of that violent sport that was American football. Looking Alfred over, he went kissing his forehead once more as he gave the child a smile.

"There, much better right? You can sleep with me tonight so you don't to share a room with Mathew."

Alfred gave a small sniffle as he went hugging the other around his waist, face burying into the others chest. Smiling down at the other, Arthur couldn't help but rub that golden hair lovingly. Soon helping him down, he gently gave the others shoulder a little nudge as Alfred ran off to Arthur's room.

Now Arthur had to have a talk with Francis, that accursed frog didn't even try to care for Alfred. Moving to the kitchen he saw the older boy fussing over Mathew, an ice pack on his eye. The larger male speaking rapid French to the smaller one who answered with simple yes or no's.

"Mathew, go to your room and take the ice pack with you." Arthur said as the other blonds turned towered him. "Now Mathew."

The younger one frowned, but kissed Francis's cheek before he scurried out of the kitchen. Francis had sighed as he threw his hands up and went to go grab himself a glass of wine. He was the oldest brother, but darn it did the English teen have a way with the twins.

"Why do you do such things Francis? Both of them had gotten hurt, NOT just Mathew! Alfred was the one that was bleeding."

The shaggy blond just went tilting his head as he poured some red wine into his glass, just swirling it some as he huffed. Arthur should know better then to simply believe that Alfred wasn't the instigator in this matter.

"You and I both know Alfred deserved it. He's always starting fights with Mathieu over the most stupid things! Let me remind you of Halloween, how he punched Mathieu for scaring him!"

"You know Alfred's sensitive about such topics!" the bushy browed blond snapped. "The boy's traumatized over ghosts!"

Francis just ran a hand through his hair, casually taking a sip off his wine as he sighed deeply. He was getting tired of the same old arguments he had with Arthur over the twins. Yes he fawned over Mathew more then Alfred and the same could be said for Arthur and Alfred. They both always had their favorites out of the two, ever since they came home from the hospital.

"Arthur, I'm tired of having the same arguments with you every day. This isn't healthy for the twins to see us like this." Arthur frowned for a minute, the other actually had a rational point. "Your turning eighteen in a few days aren't you? I do believe its time for you to spread your wings and leave."

Green eyes widening, he took a step back as he heard the other. Was Francis actually going to kick him out?! Biting down on his lip he went pointing at the other accusingly. He didn't have a place to stay! He didn't even graduate from school yet, and this frog was kicking him out?

"You can't be serious! Where would I go you git?! Like hell if I'm letting you take care of the twins by yourself!"

"Non, it would be for the best. I'm sure with your brain you'll find a job quickly." He sat his now empty glass down as he headed towered the smaller blond. "The twins will be perfectly fine with me…I'm planning on taking them to France. This American life isn't doing them any good."

Tears prickling the others eyes instantly as he just stared at him horrified. Francis was going to take the twins away from him and leave the country? Feeling Francis's hand moving to his cheek he quickly slapped it away. Like hell if he was going to let him take the twins away! Especially to that god forsaken country called France!

"I hope you die!"

Turning on his heels he ran out of the kitchen and towered his bedroom. Mind going at a mile a minute as he ran into his room and slammed the door. Moving his hand to his face, he slowly slid down the door. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he started imagining what his life would be, how could he possibly survive? He didn't have any relatives in this country, all of mothers relatives were in England.

"Artie..?"

He froze as he heard the others voice, he nearly forgot the other was in his room. Peeking at the other through his fingers he saw the confused boy sitting on the bed, big eyes filled with worry. Shaking his head some as he tried getting up, just moving to his closet. Grabbing at a large green duffle bag, he started grabbing his cloths off the hangers and shoved them into the bag.

"Alfred we're leaving." He said moving over to the dresser as he grabbed his wallet. "Please don't argue, we're going to go on a little vacation."

Alfred tilt his head as the other man went about the room, grabbing the necessities as the small American frowned. A vacation? Where were they going, and wasn't the others going to come too? Moving to get off the bed, he watched as Arthur opened the window and climbed out.

"Artie wait! I'm still in my pajamas!" he frowned running to the window as he tiptoed to look out of it.

The blond went shaking his head as he leaned over and gently scooped him up. Cradling the boy in his arms he went taking off in a run down the block. There was no turning back now; he would never let Francis separate him from Alfred. Mathew was strong; he knew the boy would prefer Francis over him. But Alfred, oh his sweet little Alfred… Francis wouldn't love him the way he could.

Just looking over at the clock he couldn't help but frown some, when did it suddenly get to be nearly 5 in the morning? Just rubbing his eyes some he went getting off the bed as he headed to the bathroom. Trying to clean himself up before Arthur would return, which he hoped was pretty soon.

It took him a while to shower, mostly because the little soap the hotel offered would slip out of his hands. After deeming himself clean enough, he had climbed out of the shower to change. A few days ago Arthur had gotten him some cloths, a blue captain America hoodie and some comfy faded blue jeans. He wasn't sure where the other had gotten these at, but they were already well worn. But they were clean and warm, so he didn't complain about them.

Heading out of the bathroom, he stopped as he smelled something wonderful in the air. Looking around as his eyes soon landed on a McDonald's bag. Eyes lighting up as he ran over to go and grab the tasty treats inside. As much as Arthur hated such things, they were convenient and cheap. Happily opening the wrapper of a mcmuffin he went taking a bite, looking around for Arthur as his eyes landed on the man. Arthur was asleep on the chair near the TV, hands clasping a cup in his hand.

Alfred slowly moved over as he went taking a sniff of the still steamy cup, trying to figure out what it was. Smelled like tea, but it had an odd aroma to it he couldn't figure out. Just moving to give Arthur's sleeve a small tug, he didn't want Arthur to let his tea get cold.

"Artie, wake up. You're going to spill your tea on you."

A pair of emerald eyes slowly opened up as they landed on the other. Trying to fully gain consciousness he went rubbing his eyes slowly. One hand still holding onto his tea protectively.

"Oh good morning Alfred, I brought you some… oh you already started eating it. I hope you like it."

Alfred nodded with a smile as he went moving back to finish up with his food. Arthur just rubbed his brow some as he watched Alfred eat. It was a tough night and he was already so tired, he hoped the other had gotten some sleep.

It didn't take long before Alfred had finished, making Arthur go over as he fussed over the boys appearance. A licked thumb trying to tame that wild cowlick as it stood up defiantly. Earning a small pout from the male he just grabbed the duffle bag. Moving to open the door he left Alfred out first then himself, it was time to move on.

Once outside, he went gently taking the others hand and began walking down the street with him. Heading towered the bus station, Alfred chatting away about how he liked buses. But he hoped to one day take a train, he thought they would be a lot fun. Approaching the station, Arthur had leaned over and gently pulled the others hood over his head. A usual routine of theirs whenever they got to such places. Arthur would pull up his hood to hide his face some, and he would put on a pair of shades that completely covered his eyes and impressive eyebrows. The man behind the desk had raised a brow seeing the two, but didn't question it as he handed him two train tickets.

Arthur went picking Alfred up as he headed onto the bus and went to the very back, ignoring the looks a pair of old ladies had given him. It didn't matter what they thought, they were ugly old hags anyway. Sitting Alfred down by the window he went taking a seat next to him, as he winced slightly. A shooting pain running up his backside he bit down on his lower lip, inhaling deeply through his nose.

"Artie, you okay?"

Just looking over at the boy he smiled and rubbed at his head. "I'm fine. I just sat on a spring is all." He lied as he went gazing ahead, watching as the bus began loading up with people. All he had to do was endure a six hour bus ride that would get them to the next state. Luckily America had these convenient buses called Grey Hounds, they were a blessing.

Leaning back some as the bus finally started to close it's door's. Getting ready to take off, Arthur couldn't help but gaze out the window. His eyes landing on the small little alley behind the station as he frowned seeing a white scarf. Hand instinctively moving to his neck as he let out a faint curse, he really did like that scarf. Moving his gaze down at Alfred, whose eye's were already getting heavy from sleep. Frowning some he went moving the duffle bag onto the floor near his feet, as he made room for the other.

"Come here, you'll get a stiff neck if you sleep like that." He whispered. Gently helping the boy lay down with his head on his lap. Running his finger's along the others golden hair he started counting sheep's as the bus took off. It should only take them another few days before they would be in New York… And hopefully everything would go according to plan.