A/N: My dear friend Draxlry gave me this idea. It was rather simple at first, only involving two characters, but it evolved and ended up being more elaborate than I had planned ; It's till pretty short, though, so I'm not all that upset.

SUMMARY: Arthur tells Alfred he's not allowed to go to a rave. Gilbert overhears and decided to sneak Alfred out.


Totally Worth It

A Hetalia One-Shot

Alfred slung his bag over his shoulder. It was filled to brim with glow sticks and shoved in the pockets were his favorite light gloves. He had heard that Ludwig was hosting a rave (well, more like being forced to host a rave by his brother) so Alfred had decided to grace the party with his presence. He burst out of his room, checked his reflection in the hallway mirror, and slid down the banister right into Arthur.

"Where do you think you're going?" Arthur asked, one foot on the bottom step.

"To Ludwig's," Alfred answered curtly, trying to maneuver around the man. He had been hoping to avoid Arthur all together, but it was apparently there was going to be a rather annoying confrontation.

"Why?" Arthur crossed his arms and brought his foot down from the step. He cocked his head to the side and raised an untrimmed brow.

"To study," Alfred said bluntly. Again, he tried to dodge Arthur, to no avail.

"Why am I finding that hard to believe?"

"C'mon, dude! Lighten up!" Alfred pleaded. The look on Arthur's face was not one of approval and Alfred knew that he was going to tell him to go back up to his room and do his homework.

"Haha, I knew it. Another party, I take it? Back up to your room. Now." Arthur gestured for the boy to turn around and head back up the stairs. Alfred knew there was no way around it. If he disobeyed Arthur, he'd be grounded for weeks, and that definitely was not cool. Around turned Alfred and he slumped back up the steps in a huff. When he reached his room, he slammed his poster-clad door and then collapsed on his bed.

Dude, this is not cool at all. I bet that rave is going to be completely awful without me there. Alfred sulked and stared at the poster on his ceiling of Captain America. He reached over the side of his bed, grabbing a glow stick from his bag he had discarded. He cracked the glow stick and shook it until it was glowing a bright green. Since the sun had set and Alfred had forgotten to turn on his lights, the glow stick was the only source of light in the room, turning things nearby an odd, ghostly green. Alfred stared at it for a moment, and then reached down into his bag once again and grabbed a handful of glow sticks. He'd have his own rave. Yeah, that's what he'd do! Just as he was about to crack the glow sticks, his door flew open. Alfred jumped in surprise, causing him to drop his green glow stick on the floor. Yellow light spilled in from the hall, illuminating the figure in the doorway.

"So, I heard that commotion downstairs with Arthur," said the figure. The figure was obviously male with a thick German accent.

"Oh, hey Gilbert," Alfred muttered. "Finally leaving our house for once?"

"Yeah, I guess. Matthew fell asleep on me. I guess he would be tired after—"

"I don't want to hear it!" Alfred interrupted, childishly clapping his hands over his ears. He didn't wish to hear what his brother and his boyfriend did together. Still, even with his hands over his ears, he was able to hear Gilbert chuckling. After a moment, Alfred determined it was safe to remove his hands. Gilbert was now leaning in the doorway, his face just barely visible.

"Anyway, I didn't come in here to tell you about me and Matt. I heard you fighting with Arthur about going to West's rave, which I so awesomely suggested he host. I have to get back over there to help out and…you know, I could sneak you out," Gilbert said, his voice low to avoid anyone hearing. Alfred peered over at him skeptically. He didn't particularly like Gilbert, mainly because he was with his younger brother. Matthew was usually invisible and it was a bit creepy that Gilbert, of all people, was able to notice him. But…this was an offer he couldn't refuse. Alfred sat up and smiled.

"Alright, dude. Let's do this."


"Dude! Arthur saw me! Arthur saw me!" Alfred said in a panic. He was currently sprawled in the backseat of Gilbert's car, having hastily dived inside to avoid Arthur's gaze out of the kitchen window. However, Alfred was almost one hundred percent positive the man had seen him before Gilbert tore out of the driveway.

"No he didn't," Gilbert said with a laugh. "He would be running out of the house throwing scones at us if he did." This caused Alfred to laugh and be slightly reassured as he buckled himself.

"Dude, you have no idea how awesome you are for doing this," Alfred said. "Seriously, you are earning bro creds here."

"I already know I'm awesome," Gilbert replied. "And I'm glad I'm finally earning a bit of respect from you. An awesome person like me doesn't deserve to be hated by his boyfriend's brother." Silence settled in the car and after a few moments, Gilbert began to flip through the radio stations, which filled the void of silence. Alfred lounged in the backseat, feeling a bit uncomfortable and awkward but chose to ignore it. He was going to the rave and he was going to save it from destruction just like the hero he undeniably was. Although it might look a bit weird that he was walking into said rave with his brother's boyfriend…

Alfred shook off the thought as Gilbert's car rolled into the driveway of his house. There was just enough room for his car to fit even though the driveway and the sides of the road were jammed with cars. The music blaring from the house was loud enough to shake the ground as the two boys stepped out of the car and onto the pavement.

"This is going to be awesome," Alfred said excitedly, his voice raising a few octaves as he said the last word. He reached over his shoulder and into his pack to grab his light gloves. "Dude, you want any?" Alfred asked Gilbert as he pulled a few glow sticks out as well. "I basically have a life-time supply back at my house."

"No, that's alright," Gilbert said, waving him off. "I think I have a supply big enough to last two lifetimes." Gilbert threw a smirk over his shoulder and it registered in Al's mind that Gilbert had always been a party type of guy- more than himself, believe it or not- so it was no surprise he claimed to have so many glow sticks. The blonde shrugged and pulled on his gloves as they approached the front door. As Gilbert open it, it hit a couple that was kissing by the wall. They tossed a glare over at the silver haired teen and he just chuckled before merging in with the crowd. Alfred blinked in disbelief as he fully registered just how many people were crammed into the building. It was obvious that Ludwig's friend Feliciano had helped in supplying guests, which I'm sure Ludwig, being the uptight and obedient type, was just thrilled about. Al hit the button on each of his gloves, causing them to light up. He joined a circle of dancers whose dancing was 'epic', as Alfred had thought to himself as he watched. A boy who he recognized from a few other parties that Al attended grabbed him and threw him into the circle. Alfred just laughed and busted out his best moves before grabbing another kid and throwing him in to take his place. Yeah. This was totally worth most likely getting grounded for a year by Alfred's annoying older brother. Yeah. Totally worth it.


"Dude, are you drunk?" Alfred pinched his nostrils shut. The smell of alcohol was simply dripping off of Gilbert as he collapsed on the couch next to the blonde. "You smell awful."

"Oh, don't tell me you haven't had your fair share of drinks," Gilbert drawled. Yup, he was drunk.

"Of course I have, but, you know, I can't be a hero if I'm not sober," Alfred replied as he messed with his gloves. "Aren't you supposed to drive me home, too?"

"Eh, get someone else to do it," the drunk slurred, waving his hand to dismiss what Alfred had said. "I'm going to bed." With that, Gilbert slumped over and fell asleep on Alfred's shoulder.

"Some boyfriend you've got here, Matthew," Alfred muttered as he pushed the teen off of his shoulder. "I think he basically just lost all of his bro creds." Alfred stood and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was near one am and the house as beginning to slowly empty. Drunks begged sober people to drive them home while sober people tried to dash out of the house as quickly as possible to avoid being forced to drive home a person who could possibly puke all over their seats. It was apparent that a four hour party was long enough for Ludwig and he was now prying apart couples who really needed to get a room and sending them away. Feliciano was fluttering about the house picking up empty chip bags and beer bottles while also kicking a few passed out kids and telling them they needed to wake up and go home, even though it was obvious they didn't hear him in their state of unconsciousness. As Feli skipped past Alfred with his arms full of a stash of empty liquor bottles he had found in the bathroom, Alfred tapped him on the shoulder. The boy swung around, a rather bright smile on his face.

"Oh, hi Alfred! You know, you should probably be getting home. It's pretty late!"

"Yeah, that's my problem. My ride is kind of drunk and passed out." Alfred jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at the silver haired teen that was sleeping like a log on the couch.

"Well, he was one of the people that helped make this," Feli said, nodding downwards at the large collection of drained liquor bottles in his arms. "I'm not all that surprised!" Feliciano chuckled, well, more like giggled, as he adjusted the bottles so they wouldn't slip. "I'm sure Luddy would love to give you a ride, though! Here, I'll ask him!" The boy sprinted towards the kitchen, calling in a high voice for the host of the party. Suddenly, there was a loud crash and the sound of Feli saying "woops!" with a tiny giggle afterwards. There was a deep sigh, probably from Ludwig, and then the blue-eyed host peered around the kitchen doorway at Alfred.

"Did Gilbert actually pass out?" Ludwig asked. Alfred nodded and stepped to the side to display Gilbert. Ludwig put his hand to his face and let out yet another sigh. "Alright, I'll give you a ride. Just let me clean up this mess first…" Ludwig returned to the kitchen where he swept up the mess that Feli had made. All the while, Alfred wandered upstairs where he found a couple hiding in the closet practically sucking each others tongues out of their mouths. Alfred just laughed and shut the door, leaving them for Ludwig to find later. He then wandered into the master bathroom where alcohol filled the bathtub and bags that had held some sort of drug were piled in the trash. Alfred almost lifted the toilet seat, but the smell coming from it was not appealing in the slightest, so he simply walked out and continued to wander until he heard Ludwig calling for him. The blonde hopped down the stairs holding an unopened beer bottle he had found in a guest bedroom. Now that the party was over, being sober wasn't too important so a beer wouldn't be a problem. As he cracked the top and followed Ludwig and Feliciano out of the house, he cast a glance over his shoulder at Gilbert who had managed to roll off the couch and onto the floor. Well, he wasn't Al's problem. He'd be Matt's in the morning when he came to pick up Gilbert for their date. That caused Alfred to emit a chuckle that was a tad bit evil and took a swig of his drink.


Alfred was currently standing on the porch of his house. Ludwig and Feli had long since drove away to return to the house to clean. As for Al, he was trying to convince himself that his older brother wasn't going to kill him when he walked inside. Ever since their parents died, Arthur had become the guardian of both Alfred and Matthew. That was both a good and a bad thing, good because he could still bug the crap out of his brother, and bad because Arthur could ground him because he had the most authority. Right now, Arthur being the guardian was a really, really bad thing.

Just be a hero, Alfred, he thought to himself. Just use your ninja skills and run up the stairs to your room. Hey, maybe the little douche-pickle had already gone to bed and didn't notice you left. Alfred took a deep breath and hoisted the strap of his bag up on his shoulder. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door. The entryway was completely dark and as the teen peeked inside, he saw no one. He crept inside and shut the door as quietly as humanly possible. He slipped off his shoes and tiptoed out into the dangerous zone- the hall. This was where all of the rooms besides Matt's, Al's, and a bathroom were located. But since it was the only way to the stairs, he had no choice. He'd just have to be super heroic to make it to the stairs without making a sound.

Alfred looked both ways and bolted down the hall while trying not to let his feet hit the floor too hard. He was also trying rather hard not to let his bulging back swing and hit the wall or one of the expensive vases. Yeah, that wouldn't be good. As he reached the end of the hall, he grabbed onto the banister and swung himself around onto the first step. It was there that he tripped over Matt's stupid pet, Kumajiro. With a suppressed yelp, Alfred went flying up and smacked his face on one of the steps.

That was completely un-heroic!, Alfred thought angrily as he grabbed onto the railing and pulled himself to his feet. His nose throbbed and it was most likely bleeding, but all Al cared about was sprinting to his room and diving under the covers in case Arthur had been awoken by the crash.

"You stupid animal!" Alfred hissed at Kuma who was completely unfazed. He just stretched and fell back asleep. Childishly, Al stuck his tongue out and then, without wasting another second, ran up the stairs, pulled off all of his clothes until he was just in his Superman boxers, and then crawled under the covers. He grabbed a few tissues from the Kleenex box on his bed stand and held them to his nose, which he was pretty positive was bleeding profusely.

He waited with strained ears to hear if Arthur would come bounding up the staircase and into his room, but no such thing happened. Although, he was practically scared senseless by the sound of Matthew sneezing in his room next door. Somehow, Alfred managed to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.


At around noon, Alfred woke up with a slight hangover and blood on his hands. With a sigh, the blonde sat up to go to the bathroom to wash up. As he stood and approached his door, he noticed a yellow Post-It stuck to white wood.

"Alfie," it began. Alfred cringed at the nickname. It was quite obvious now who it was from.

"You are grounded. From everything. I've already taken your phone (which you forgot here, which is also another rule you broke), your laptop, your Xbox, your PS3, all other electronics, and all of your comic books. Oh, and good morning. –Arthur"

Alfred stared at the note for a few seconds, a little slow due to being sleepy, but when it registered, Alfred ripped the note in half and threw it in his trash bin. He then walked over to his window, pulled the black-out shades, and collapsed on his bed with his light gloves and glow sticks.

Even though he was grounded, that rave was still worth it.

Yeah, totally worth it.


A/N: I tend to think of Arthur, Matthew, Alfred, and Peter (even though he wasn't included here) as brothers and I've found that it's actually kind of weird for me to think that. People usually make them all friends or pairs or have Arthur be the father.

Oh, and I also pair Matthew and Gilbert if they ever end up in a story together.

Anyways, reviews are always appreciated!