Oh hello again! :D I'm a terrible person not uploading anything for weeks on end. I'm sorry. I'm still a bit busy. And I have my drivers' midterm this Wednesday. Hmm :/ anyways, Without further ado, my story! I do not own Hetalia! :D enjoy! Also I do not own 'Get over it' by Ok Go.

"Oh it's such a drag, what a chore... oh your wounds are full of salt. Everything's a stress and what's more, well it's all somebody's fault."

These past few years have been though. Friends, Family, and Money issues. We make friends, and enemies, along this harsh road called life. Families must pull through the tough times. Heh. I fight with my dad, a lot, and still one step behind finding my real mom, as usual. Money is a problem too, but as long as we have people to help us we'll be ok. There's a rocky trail ahead of us, my friends, but we must keep on trucking, no matter how hard it seems. Even if we get a flat. Pull out the spare tire and put it on because once you start this journey, there is no stopping till you reach the end. But that's no time soon, I hope, though it may feel like it.

"Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while the milk still spills. Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...Well it's all a crying shame"

A young boy, of the awesome age six-teen, with dirty-golden blond hair, like a wheat field and as soft as silk, and eyes as blue, and free, as the summer day sky. This boy's name is Alfred, Alfred F Jones. Yes, he was a handsome lad, sexy and foxy. The chicks were all over him like rednecks on a monster truck. Yes, he was the greatest thing since sliced white bread. Oh yea, would you fu-"Alfred! Stop talking to the mirror and come help me unpack!"

"erm, yes! Sorry dad!" I said heading out of the bathroom and out to the moving truck. Man, I can't believe he shouted that out loud. Now the whole neighborhood knows, urrgh, grumpy old man.

I poked my head into the truck, smiling. "You called~?"

"Yes, now get your bloody arse over here and help me pick up the couch" Growled a thick British accented man.

I sighed and climbed into the moving truck. I grabbed the edge of the couch and lifted it up. We carried it all the way into the living room and placed it down gently on the wooden, pine, floor. My father walked over to me, messy blond hair, kinda like mine but not really, and deep green eyes, green like the clover patched in Ireland. (We visited there to see my uncle/his brother every-so-often. Uncle John. Uncle john doesn't really like dad. But he loves me. Haha) He patted me on the back smiling.

"Alright, Alfred, that's enough today. We'll move the rest tomorrow." He gave my back a little rub then sat nicely on the couch.

My dad was an 'o.k.' guy. Not #1 dad in the world, but it could be worse. He is strict and over protective most the time, but when he's not he's easy to get along with. He also had…has a bit of a drinking problem, once he starts he can't stop, and he's a mean/sentimental drunk. A bit violent too. We argue a lot too, but despite that. I still love him, and he loves me…god knows why.

"so, what's for dinner?" I asked a bit gravely. He wasn't the best cook around…ok…he sucks completely, but somehow I manage to live every time after a meal, without getting a stomach pump.

"ehh…well we haven't moved all of the cooking supplies in yet…so…how about Burger King? You like that place, right?" He asked wearily.

My eyes lit up after he said 'burger'. "Yea! I love it! Woot!" I cheered smiling, he chuckled and got up. "ok then, go wait in the car, I'll be there in a moment"

I ran out to the car in less than a second.

"Aren't you such a catch? What a prize! Got a body like a battle axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...We ought to buy you a Cadillac."

When we got back he blew-up the old air mattress. I watched him blow it up for a while before helping him.

"Awesome. So where am I sleeping?" I asked whipping my mouth.

"On the mattress."

"…so, where are you sleeping then?"

"On the mattress."

I paused. "Whoa! Can't I sleep on the couch or even the floor?"

"That couch is for sitting, not sleeping, and sleeping on the ground is bad for your back. Why all the fuss?" He picked a blanket out of the moving boxes while he spoke.

"Because. It's not cool for two dudes to share a bed" I whined.

"I'm not a 'dude'. I'm a gentle man, and your father. It's only for tonight. Now get ready for bed."

I sighed and marched off to the bathroom.

"ahh~ Hello handsome devil. How are you this fine night?" I said into the mirror, smiling.

"Alfred. I told you to get ready for bed. Not make kissy faces in the mirror"

"I can't do nuthin'!" I whined squeezing toothpaste on my tooth brush.

"Get, get, get, get, get over it!"

I finished quickly and headed back to the living room, where the mattress was blown up and laid in the middle of the room, and I paused for a minute.

"dad?"

"I'll be there in a minute. Just lay down."

I huffed and rolled my eyes before lying on the air filled mattress.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Maybe I'll say 'hi' to some of the neighbors, and check to see if there are any hot chicks that live here. Heh heh heh.

AN: ah. Wasn't that good? I hope it was. (´ｰ｀*) anyways, there will be a new chapter soon! I already have it planned! I just need to type it and stuff. I know I don't have the best title (´□) so please if you have an idea for a title I will listen, as long as Alfred and Matthew's name is in it. Since this is based around the two, mostly Alfred though. Please review! I will give you bacon! :D