Warning: Creepy France, Occ'ness like Crazy, Crazy people, Lust, and stuff.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BABES!
Chapter One of Magie du Marionnettiste.
A/N: There is not enough Evil France :O. UKE!America for everyone! Also 'Hello Dear, Long Time No See' will be on hold, writers block :'(
If you want to know what something means, use Google Translate. Only on few chapters will I be nice enough, sorry. This chapter will be extra long :D Don't expect it to be a regular thing.
This is the longest Chapter I have ever written! Over 7.5k works! / le gasp!
Chapter One: Les Yeux Qui Ne Meurent Jamais
In the late eighteen hundreds in the city of love ;Paris, there lived a widower with a reputation to have known everyone's body. He had slept around with almost everyone it seemed and no one complained at his skills either, he was a rather charming man. At the final years of his twenties his wife passed away from a horrible encounter with a British man, thus her life ending tragically and leaving the puppeteer alone for his remaindering years. Even though he did not love his wife, it was a horrid arranged marriage, he sulked and vowed to get revenge…But his wish never graced him. He had no clue on earth about who this person was, but he knew when he found him he would kill him.
While living alone, having a new random man and woman keep his bed warm, he began to grow a sick position in making his job even more life like. First he stared making small wooden dolls and puppets, and the Eastern European nations adored these small toys. Then he started making the puppets bigger, more life like, and used real hair for them. He loved his job, people soon became creped out by his creations and stopped paying for them. He did not care for their money and soon cared not for other people, all he wanted to make his dolls and to make them perfect.
Finally one day he began on his finally master piece, a doll that would make his puppets bow on their own will. One so beautiful that the people of his damned home would praise him and his doll for being the most loveliest things that ever walked together. Yes he would make this heaven's angel doll and he would make it live. He was into the dark arts, he knew there was a way to bring his dolls to life, he started with two small dolls that he named after two Italian boys, which was the name of the two little children he killed to use for his spell. And it worked….
Soon the puppeteer, his name was Francis, had a grand array of puppets that lived and could do wonderful acts of work. And his many puppets helped him find the best choices to making his doll, staring with two ocean blue eyes that were ripped from a girl's skull. Then sun kissed skin that was slowly peeled from a young boy at the beach- slowly but surely the puzzle came together to make this life size angel.
Over a seemingly long three years it took to make this perfect doll, every night from the night he began sculpting the skeleton that would becoming the base for him. Every night he would polish the eyes and teeth, brushing the wheat shade hair, dusting off his tan skin and replace his clothes everyday with a clean suit. He would hold his doll to his body and dance in the candle light while his puppets smiled from their seats. It made them happy that their master was happy, they also loved the perfect doll very much,
One night, after a long day in town, Francis came home with roses for his perfect doll. He loved to spoil his beloved art piece, knowing soon he would be alive and soon he would love him. His two larger dolls often watched over the perfect doll when their master was gone. Today was a very great day for their family, today Francis would bring the perfect doll to life. His puppets had the house clean and a family meal made for the growing family, Francis was honestly taken back by surprise when he came home to this gift.
"Mes enfants! What is this?" the shocked Frenchman asked when he saw his children lying down the plates for their Family dinner. Even though the perfect doll never ate, they still laid down a plate for where the would move the semi stiff doll.
"Papa! Your home!" his oldest female puppet said, a tiny tan girl with chocolate brown hair with two big red bow, tiny brown slip-ons and a silky light blue dress.
"Padre! Padre!" the two Italian puppets cheered a they ran to Francis' legs, holding their tiny arms asking their father to pick them up and hug them. Francis chuckled and handed the flowers to his little girl to put in a vase, which was done instantly. The fourth child poke his head from the kitchen with a small smile on his pale lips, happy to have his father home and able to get to see the perfect doll out of Francis' room.
" Dinner is almost ready papa" the shy puppet said, Francis nodded. He patted the two tiny puppets on the head and went up to his room, where his perfect doll sat emotionless. He walked into the large room and walked over to his doll, taking the doll's left hand and kissing it softly. "Je suis chez moi mon amour?" he cooed, he pulled away and started looking thru his wardrobe from something to wear tonight.
"They made us dinner tonight, they are looking forward to see your grace" he said as he pulled out a mid-night blue dress, smiling at his find. He placed the dress on his bed and pulled out his normal blue uniform. It took him a few minutes to put on his nice suit and only a few seconds to dress his perfect doll, but he did spend quite some time on his doll's hair.
"Lets go mon amour" he smiled as he picked up the doll and taking him down to the table. His puppets were lacing the food on the table, his fifth puppet was lighting the candles and his six puppet was sitting by the window with a gun in his hands. This sixth puppet was very protective of his family, vowing to keep all his family safe even if he died, but he especially loved the tiny fifth puppet.
"Enfants, come to the table" Francis said, the remaining puppets brought the food and everyone sat down, everyone sat and smiled at each other. The family of eight sat together in silence as they ate the delicious food. Finally the shortest Italian decided to speak, his adorable voice-
"Padre, is momma going to wake up soon?" he asked, the other puppets seemed to have a small gasp. It was kind of a secret law not to speak of the dark magic or the fact the perfect doll was not awake.
"Do not worry mon petit… Soon…" the French men said, looking at his food then looking at the doll. The lifeless eyes of the doll looking down at the food, the family knew that the doll would not eat but they still placed food in front of him. Soon the family ate the rest of their food and Francis took his sweet doll upstairs to their room, placing him in a chair. He soon dressed themselves for bed.
Francis smiled as he awed at his lovely doll, he was perfect, Francis brushed the short wheat colored hair and slowly sang a song in his language of love. He did love his doll so much. Francis kissed the lips of his doll and laid him in the bed, soon sitting next to him and kissing the pale lifeless lips. "Demain ous allons danser, mon amour" he said as he drifted into his perfect sleep.
But tomorrow never came for the man- for while he slept his body turned to ash. For the enraged villagers had heard of what this monster was doing to their people, and using black magic was horrid to the elders. Francis awoke to flames engulfing his bed, slowly burning his room, he looked down at his prized doll and shed a tear. For he will never see the sun that he mocked, Francis could not allow someone to take away his beloved doll…like how someone had taken his wife.
"Don't worry…. We will be together… When we are destined to be together- we will…no one will capture your love like I have-" Francis said in a French-English mix, it was a very ugly language but he felt like he must have had to use it. As if the doll would never understand French and only the tongue of which his enemies spoke, but he still loved his doll. "I Promise…my Angel" he said finally, before the flames began to burn him and cooked his flesh to the bone. He smiled while he was roasted, for he was looking at his art piece, hoping his dark magic would save his sweet doll.
Flame raged for a few hours until the people help kill it with water, knowing for sure the puppet maker was dead. They did not mourn or even feel shame, they turned and walked away to their homes where their lives continued until their time was called by the grim reaper, like all others in this world is.
Soon the puppet maker became a story and then a legend, then a myth and then it was forgotten, taken away from their minds by the wind that fueled the fire their ancestors had started that dreadful night. No house was re built where the fire had claimed, instead people moved away from that area and nestled happier near the coast. He and his work became nothing more then far away memories that was whispered by the wind to the trees and mountains. And life remained as normal….
The world has now dawned on a new times and all days of old had been forgotten, unless it was in a book. The world became different, corruption bloomed easier and was open to nearly all ages, technology was it finest point and still prospering onward. In a small town in the outskirts of Virginia lived a seventeen year old all-America boy named Alfred F. Edelstein and he was quite different from his peers. Many people tried to avoid him, like he was the plague.
He was not an ugly boy, in fact he was quite a sight to see, but he was a weird being, he seemed to have this weird ability to trance people by doing almost anything. His eyes were a ocean deep sapphire blue, his skin looked like the sun had kissed him all over, his hair was always soft looking and shone a lovely wheat shade, he had on stubborn cowlick that loved to annoyed his friends. Alfred was rather tall and fit, wearing glasses were the only things imperfect about him, but he still had people who foolishly lusted after him.
One of his best friends, a Russian by the name of Ivan Braginsky, had a long term crush on this boy, but he always turned him down accidentally, Alfred never knew he broke hearts. His friend remember one time all Alfred did was look his English teacher in the eyes and Mr. Honda gave the class a break from work and ended up canceling the assignment. Ivan, Ludwig, Gilbert, Antonio and Toris found it as a gift to use their friend to get caught some slack, even though Ivan hated it when people looked at his friend with their dirty eyes undressing him.
Alfred never showed interest or love to anyone, even his own parents were always given a hard time trying to get Alfred to show feelings to them. But sadly their baby boy never could show those emotions they longed to feel from a child. Elizabeta and her husband, Roderich Edelstein, adopted the small American when they moved to the States, and they loved the little boy greatly. Even though he said he loved them, they knew he would only love his family, and never show anyone his love. Alfred was the perfect child growing up , but his parents felt like their son would never give another a chance to love him. Their dreams of their son's love for someone else came true and were crushed all in the same year, by one single cruel man. They would hate themselves if their son lived alone…
They had a second son, another adoptive child, who was younger then Alfred by five years. His name was Peter Edelstein, a tiny dirty-blond haired boy with sky blue eyes and a big heart. Peter loved his big brother so much, and often got into fights with older kids when they would talk bad about Alfred; though Alfred was the one who usually saved his little brother when he got into a mess. Peter and Alfred were best of friends and did everything together, except when Alfred wanted to be alone.
Alfred enjoyed being alone, spending long hours in the parks on swings and listening to his ipod. Ivan remembered seeing Alfred for the first time, he looked so lifeless and looked unreal, but that was when Ivan realized he was in love with Alfred. Alfred had this aura around him that seemed to repel other's emotions, Ivan was not the most loveable person but even other could tell he was trying; to Alfred it was all nothing
No one saw any love or hate from the boy until a warm October day, it was just after Halloween and the group was sitting in the back of their home room talking. Gilbert was saying how awesome his brother and himself was and telling Ivan how stupid he looked, beings dressed as a pink teddy bear just because Alfred used his kicked puppy look on him. The group was so caught in talking that they did not notice their wheat-haired friend watching the door open. Their homeroom teacher walked in, his name was Eduard von Bock, with a smile happily dancing on his face. Their European teacher was Toris' cousin, they lived together with Ivan, Ivan's little sister Natalia, and Peter's friend, Raivis, who was Toris' little brother.
"Good morning class, I have some wonderful news for you" the Estonian male said happily, holding his favorite laptop and a few folders, "Today we will be having a few new students that have coming over from France" the blond man said, placing his work down. A few students made 'ohs' and 'ahs', but it was not uncommon to have students from different countries at this small school. Gilbert and his brother Ludwig were from Berlin, Germany, Ivan was from a small town outside of Moscow, Russia, and even Alfred's little brother was from Britain. Alfred did feel left out when his friend would start reminiscing about their home lands. All Alfred knew about where he was from was that he was born and found on the streets of Williamsburg in July.
Soon a knock came at the class room door and Eduard opened the wooden door with a smile that was obviously fake. Alfred turned his head awkwardly to sneak a peak at the French people, but he only caught a peak at a strand of amber-brown hair that had a curl to it. Soon the teacher began to talk to the people who stood out side, one person was their principle Rommus.
"Yes sir…" Eduard replied, nodding to the principle.
"Good, now make these kids feel comfortable!" Rommus laughed loudly as he left, Alfred could hear his shoes on the tile as he walked down the hallway. Eduard motioned the people into the class room, his face showed annoyance now. Soon the class room had five new teens in the room, all three had this awkward feel to them. To Alfred it was almost like he knew them. They had on the uniforms for the school, which was blue plaid pants, a white button down shirt, and dress shoes. Alfred wore a brown bomber jacket over his uniform, Ivan had a large blue coat and a powder purple scarf, and most people had a jacket or sweater over their uniform. Even the new kids had on something over their uniform shirt.
The first one was a darker-brown haired man with a curl that was placed on the left and had light brown eyes, the second was slightly shorter and holding onto the first's arm. He had amber-brown haired, a curl to the right and closed eyes, he had a goofy smile on his face, both boys where fair skinned. The third was a brunette long-haired girl with two big red bows and tan skin, she had a cute smile on her face and a book bag shaped as a blue fish. The fourth was a tall, lemon blond boy with forest green eyes with a sour look upon his face. Finally there was a very tall pale man, with purple-blue eyes, honey blond hair and an innocent smile; he had a polar bear plush book bag just like the tan girl.
"Class these are out new students- please be nice to… would you like to introduce yourselves?" Mr. von Bock, sitting down in his chair and starting up his trusty laptop.
"What do you want us to say?" the shorter brunet boy asked, the teacher let out an annoyed sigh.
"Your name, where your from, a little something about yourself" he said, starting to type on his computer.
"My name is Feliciano and this is my twin brother Lovino, brother likes Tomatoes and I like Pasta" the shorter boy introduced himself and the other Italian. "Say hello Lovino" Feliciano said, shaking his brother slightly.
"Stop shaking me you brainless pomodoro" the Italian named Lovino said, hitting Feliciano on the head. The smaller Italian moaned in pain, the girl let out a small chuckle. Ludwig and Antonio were looking at the twins in awe, both starting to form a flustered look. Gilbert elbowed his best friend and his brother, also raising and falling his eyebrows as a gesture to inappropriate things.
"I am Michelle Bonneyfoy, these are my two other brothers- Vash and Matthew. If anyone hurts anyone of my family Vash will beat you up and Brother Matthew makes good pancakes, I like fishes and playing with Lili, our little sister" the cheerful girl said, cocking her head to the side and smiling cutely. Alfred smiled, the family was very cute and seemed nice, but soon his smiled died as he noticed that each of them had shot him a look.
"Good, now take a seat where one is available" he waved them off as he continued with his work. The family sat down around the room, but they all seemed to have sat near the weird blond. Ivan glared at the family who have entered their home room, luckily that would all they would stay in. but soon Eduard began to pass out schedules to the new teens. Each having a smirk that formed on their lips- Ivan noted how they seemed to pass glances to each other after they scanned their schedules.
"Hey there! I'm Alfred! Wanna be my friend?" he turned to the boy who looked like him, Matthew was it?
"Bonjour Alf-" the blond started, but was rudely cut off by an other class mate. "Hey birdie! I am the one and only, Awesome Gilbert" the ruby eyed, albino, German said to the boy, who lightly blushed.
"Bonjour Gilbert and Alfred" Matthew smiled, holing his hand out, Gilbert took the hand and smiled sweetly. Alfred smiled as his friend began to flirt with the new student, but soon it became to creepy- the looks came from the new students- their eyes seemed to follow Alfred's small movements.
"Hey Alfred do you have any of these classes?" Matthew interrupted Gilbert and turned to Alfred, who blinked in shock that someone stopped talking to Gilbert for himself. Matthew held out his paper to Alfred, Michelle, Feliciano, Lovino and Vash looked over as Matthew talked to the American. Alfred took hold of Matthew's paper and began to scan over it, nodding ever few seconds.
"We only have History and Art together, the rest of your class I have taken last semester….You have Mr. Honda for English! Hahahaha! Man he is a fun guy, kinda hard to understand" Alfred grinned, handing the paper back to Matthew. Alfred went to pull away after handing the paper to Matthew, but Matthew placed his fingers over Alfred's hand. "Thank you" he smiled evilly as the took the paper from Alfred. Gilbert glares at his blond friend and hits him on the head playfully.
"Damn Gil!" Alfred cursed and placed one of his hands on the spot where the most pain rest . Gilbert smiled in victory and laughed about how 'un-awesome' Alfred was and how 'awesome' himself was. Ludwig
sighed at his brother, he heard a small noise and looked over to see the shorter Italian waving at him. The German waved back at the boy, who instantly began to tug on his brother's sleeve. The other Italian was busy already starting a fight with the Spanish man, Antonio.
While the two groups began to merge and meet, a loud bell sounded that made Matthew jump in shock from the sudden loud noise. Matthew turned to look at Alfred to speak with him, but the boy was already heading to the door with the Russia man. He formed a frown but then turned to Gilbert with a short lasting twisted smile, the other children took it as a hint.
"G-Gilbert can you show me to room 417? I have math" his twisted smile turned to a shy smile before Gilbert could realize. "Sure thing Birdie!" the albino smiled. Gilbert's eyes lit up and he flashed a grand smile, he grabbed Matthew's arm and pulled the boy out of the chair and marched happily with Matthew. Gilbert felt like nothing could go wrong! It was love at first sight for the Prussian-German. As he pulled the boy along with him, he did not look at Matthew's face, Matthew played his twisted smile. Vash followed his brother, keeping a close look on the albino.
~Hours Later~
Alfred was sitting down with Toris, Toris' flamboyant boyfriend Feliks, and Ivan during their lunch break. He was happily stuffing his face with his favorite food, a cheeseburger. Ivan giggled as he watched his American friend eat, it found it funny how much the boy ate and how he still remained physically well. Ivan was on their school's track team, he refused to take part in American Football, and he often raced Alfred- But his prize was usually Alfred coming in dead last and vomiting on his uniform.
"Alfred your, like, totally will get fat…ter" Feliks said, waving his hand back and forth in front of Alfred's face. Toris felt horrible for his boyfriend's comments, but it was true, Alfred did eat far to much for it to be healthy. Alfred looked over at the Polish blond, he was very sensitive about his weight, Feliks knew how bad that stabbed him. His eyes began to water and he bit his lip to hold back sob. "I'm not fat!" he yelled at his friend, drawing looks and stares to the American.
Ivan felt bad for Alfred, he easily drew attention to himself with his loud mouth. Alfred was so angry that he stormed out of the lunch room, leaving his bag behind, and ran off to somewhere else. Ivan looked over at Feliks and shot him a glare.
"Feliks be nice to Alfred, you know he has been upset since….You know who" Toris said, whispering the last part to Feliks. Ivan pretended not to hear the Lithuanian, but he did and it felt rage building up inside of his body. He hated that man! More then anything in the world! Ivan looked back at his lunch, Alfred's mom started sending Alfred to school with two lunches. One for Alfred and one for Ivan, Elizabeta became fond of the Russia ever since she met the boy.
Ivan looked at the sandwich and began to squeeze it, it was peanut butter and jelly, a slight grin came to his face. The strawberry jelly dripped out of the bread and landed on the paper bag it came it. Toris froze and looked over at his Russian housemate, he felt the air around him grow cold. Ivan took a bit of the sandwich and began to eat the thing- though it only took him about four bites. "I best get these back to Alfred, da?" Ivan asked, looking at his shaken up friend.
"Y-yea" Toris said. Ivan picked up his bag and then Alfred, he turned and left- with a small smudge of Strawberry jelly on the corner of his pale lips. He walked down the hall with the smudge of jelly on his face, people who feared him shot him glares. Ivan looked like such a murderer, but that doesn't mean he is.
Ivan found the room where Alfred like to hide, it was a bathroom that many people often forgot about. He knew what was going to happen, he would open the door and Alfred would me sulking while he looked at himself in the large mirror. Ivan pushed open the door and was correct on his findings, it was almost creepy how well he knew Alfred.
There stood Alfred with his shirt up and him rubbing his stomach, tears were down his face and his sapphire blue eyes glared at himself. Ivan walked up to Alfred and placed Alfred's army styled bag on his shoulder.
Alfred looked up at Ivan with his kicked puppy dog look, Ivan felt a blush over run his face.
"Vanya am I fat? Feliks said I was fat" Alfred asked, a tear fell for effects. Ivan felt his face redden when Alfred turned to him, looking like the perfect angel.
"Nyet Fredka, I know what he said, I was there remember? You look perfect" Ivan smiled with a slight blush, Alfred smiled back- until he noticed the red smudge on the side of Ivan's lips. Alfred giggled and pulled a napkin from the disposer next to the sink, Alfred licked the tip and wiped off the smudge. "Someone got messy" Alfred laughed, Ivan moved away and turned to the door.
"We better go, da?" he suggested, Alfred giggled and gripped his bag tighter. The two just stood there and smiled at each other, when they were alone they seemed so much happier. Ivan was usually very cold to people, and Alfred was just to weird for people to deal with at times, but it seemed when it was just them they were a completely normal.
"I'll race you there, commie" Alfred said before dashing out of the bathroom and leaving Ivan in his dust, The Russian sighed and followed his blond friend, he easily caught up to his friend and beat him to their next class. Ivan slightly pushed Alfred as he passed him, giving his friend a victory smirk. Ivan's class was one door past Alfred's, Ivan had English while Alfred had History. Ivan stopped at Alfred's Class's door, waiting for him, he saw other students walk in the room. Among the people he spotted the tall blond boy from their home room- what was his name?
The blond stopped and glared at Ivan, sending a slight chill down his spine. The two tall teens just stood there and looked at each other, violent glares being stabbed at each other by one another. Ivan felt this aura around the teen, something that was not right. The glares were not even attempted to be hidden, the two stood there for about a minute or two just looking at each other.
"Ivan! You pushed me into Ludwig and that new-kid, Feliciano!" Alfred yelled as he charged at Ivan, tackling him to the ground and grabbing hold of Ivan's light purple scarf. "Stupid Fucking communist!" Alfred yelled as he shook the Russian violently. "Damn Capitalist, I told you I am not a Communist" Ivan said, poking Alfred a few times on the forehead and leaving a small red mark.
"Edelstein! Braginsky! Will you please watch your language" a strict voice said. Ivan and Alfred turned their head to the door frame from where the voice came from, it was one person they wished it would not had been. Wang Yao, the strict History teacher who moved from China. Wang Yao was Kiku Honda's cousin and he was one of the meanest teachers in the school, in most students opinion.
"Sorry Mr. Wang" Alfred said, getting off of Ivan. Ivan pushed himself up and walked away from the scene that was created. He tossed his hand in the air as a way of saying 'Later Alfred, Good luck'. Alfred smiled and took a step to the door, then he noticed innocent Matthew standing right there. "Sorry you had to see that" Alfred apologized to the teen.
"Aiyah! Alfred you really know how to make a first impression on a new student" Mr. Wang sighed, Alfred passed him a goofy grin.
"It's ok" Matthew smiled before walking into the class room, followed by Alfred and Mr. Wang, who was standing there for Alfred's apology.
"Now class… as I said yesterday we will resume chapter twelve" Mr. Wang said, picking up his edition of the state's history book and opening to a saved page.
Alfred and Matthew soon became quick friend within that one class, seeing as the two had much in common. After they had finished their work they began to pass notes and it soon turned into Alfred sitting next to Matthew and then talking for the rest of the class. When the bell rang for their last class Alfred and Matthew left together. Once they exited the class room Ivan was waiting for his friend, but Matthew pulled on Alfred roughly. "We best hurry Alfred, I would like to not be late on my first day" he smiled at his friend.
Matthew pulled Alfred away from Ivan, Alfred turned his head and mouthed 'I'm sorry' to the Russian. Ivan felt sadness, which was a very dangerous emotion, and anger. Ivan already disliked the teen, and this was icing to the cake for a bad experience with the new student. He stood there for a few seconds and watched as Matthew dragged Alfred to their Art class, which was honestly just a few doors down the long hallway.
One they got inside, and sat down next to each other, they began to talk about other things in their life. Alfred explained what his parents did; his father did work in the local arts department, especially in music, and his mother worked at a small boutique on the other side of town. Matthew seemed extra interested in what Alfred's father did, which made Alfred kind of laugh. Most people were more interested in what his mom did, they would usually get discounts if his mom knew them. Except Gilbert, she was never very found of the albino, not since he walked in on her changing while he was staying at their home.
"So what does your parents do?" Alfred asked, Matthew smiled cheerfully. As if he was waiting for this question from him.
"My Papa is into the arts as well" Matthew simply said, Alfred looked at him questionably.
"Really? What does he do?" Alfred asked. Matthew gave him slightly weird look. "Arts" he repeated. Alfred gave him a slightly confused look. "Come on man! Be a little more specific!" Alfred said, nudging his friend in the arm. Matthew's weird look was replaced with a smile. "He makes puppets" Matthew said.
Alfred's face lit up and a smile was sprung to life. "That's cool! What about your mom?" Alfred asked. Matthew's eyes slightly widened at his question. Matthew had this dull, hazed, distant look and Alfred caught on to it quickly. Matthew looked at Alfred oddly, like he was going to cry, and the last thing Alfred would ever want to do is make an innocent person cry; after all he was the hero. Alfred quickly relied on his big brother instincts and wrapped his arms around Matthew, it was more of a small hug.
"So what kid of music do you like?" Alfred quickly changed the awkward subject. Matthew's sad expression changed to one of a thinkers. Alfred had safely defused the situation, and the two began chatting about small, non-important things. Soon the class started and they began a regular day in an art class, which involved someone falling, someone doing something amazing and someone getting paint spilt on them.
And the person who fell caused the giant spill of blue paint- on Alfred. Michelle had ended up being in their class, and while walking over to Matthew she tripped and covered Alfred with bright blue paint.
"Shit! Are you okay?" Alfred yelled, he looked down at Michelle and helped her up. Michelle looked like she was about to go into tears, Matthew wrapped his arms to comfort his sister. Alfred slipped off his bomber jacket and walked over to the wash station, trying to wash off as much paint as he could. Michelle walked over to him, by now most of the class was watching the odd display in the back of the room.
"I am so sorry Alfred!" she exclaimed as he grabbed a rag and tried to help him with the paint all over his favorite jacket. Matthew was behind them, and when Alfred was not looking Michelle turned around to her brother and they shared a slight smile to each other. Alfred sighed as he noticed a lot of the paint was being as stubborn as him, and not letting up.
"Hey Michelle, it's cool. No harm" he smiled, pulling his jacket away from the sink. Michelle turned and smiled to Alfred, who was trying to hide a worried look behind his fake smile.
"Alfred, I am so sorry about my clumsy sister." Matthew apologized, if Alfred was any smarter he would be able to tell the two were acting their apologetic scene. "Alfred, why don't I take your jacket home? My Papa could easily fix this" Matthew said, smiling cheerfully- to cheerfully.
Alfred looked at his prized jacket and shook his head. "Mattie I really cant send this off with you. It's not that I don't trust you- its just this is my favorite" Alfred said, honestly a bit of him did not trust Matthew or his family. But all paranoia aside Alfred really did want his jacket fixed before his folks found out. His dad's grand father fought in World War II, for the Germans, and after they had shot down some American troops and scavenged the planes he found this jacket on one of the pilots. Roderich gave the jacket to Alfred when he turned ten, not really telling the story till he was older.
"Why don't you come home with us then? Papa could fix your jacket and you could stay for dinner?" Michelle suggested. Alfred's face lit up when she said dinner, and if there is one thing to win over Alfred it is good food. Alfred looked at his jacket then back at the two French-speakers. "Sure, I'll have to call Mom, but that should be fine" he laughed as he walked back to his desk, luckily most of the class had finished and the teacher did not mind them being up.
The class ended with the teacher complaining about his cats tearing up his couch and how Mr. Honda owed him money for something. Alfred, Matthew and Michelle left the room once the bell rang and walked to the parking lot, where they told Alfred that Vash parked their car. While waiting for Vash, Lovino, and Feliciano a group of friends had walked over and started talking to Alfred. Ivan being the head of the group- when he heard what was going on he felt anger bubbling more in the pit of his gut.
"Alfred, you are riding with us, da?" Ivan asked, faking his childish smile. Alfred shook his head and smiled cheerfully at his friends. "Sorry guys, tomorrow for sure though" Alfred said, gripping his jacket tighter. He was giving up hanging with his friends for his jacket? Yes, he could hang out with them any other day. Gilbert and Toris had this expression annoyance to their blond friend, they were going to Gilbert's house to watch a new movie he bought.
"Veeeh~!" a sweet voice said from behind them. The group turned to see Feliciano arm and arm with Ludwig, and Lovino and Antonio chatting- or more like Lovino cursing the Spaniard. Vash was behind them, caring his bag and holding his army green over coat tightly against his body. "Michelle!" Feliciano yelled as he ran to his sister.
"Ciao Ludwig!" Feliciano yelled to the blushing German, Lovino shoved past Antonio and walked closer to the car. Vash was the last to get there, firstly unlocking the green door, and pushing his siblings and Alfred into the car- he clearly did not want to be in the presents of the others. Ivan watched as the car pulled out of the parking lot, Alfred was hanging out the window and waving to his friend. "Later guys! I'll text you when I can" he smiled.
Once the car rounded the corner Ivan quickly turned to his friend, a dark look clouded him greatly. Toris knew what was going through Ivan's mind and he thought the same- but just not as violent as Ivan. Ivan hated anyone who messed with his many year struggle to woo Alfred into his arms. Toris knew that ever since the one person Alfred dated, a cursed mad man, that Ivan would forever be over protective of his friend.
"Hey guys we better go, time to pick up Raivis, Peter, and Natalia" Toris said, trying to defuse Ivan's bubbling anger. Ivan looked at the brunette and slightly nodded, luckily for him his little sister was in the same grade as Toris' little brother. "Da" was all Ivan said before turning to where Toris parked his car. Gilbert, Ludwig and Antonio all got in Gilbert's precious car, which he spent his whole summer to get. " We will wait for you at Gil's house, amigo" Antonio said, and that was the last thing Ivan heard before he got in the car- and would be the last thing he heard till he picked up the kids.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Aime-moi, ma poupée~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When they got to the middle school there were three kids that sat away from all the others. It was a pair of boys and a girl, all three had light colored hair. The girl was Ivan's little sister, a small girl with dusty blond hair, dull purple eyes and pale skin. The taller boy was Raivis, a honey blonde boy with sky blue eyes, he held his bag close to his chest and was shivering while the other two seemed to be arguing. The final and shortest boy was Peter, a small boy with wheat colored hair, ocean blue eyes, tan skin, and a smile that matched his big brother's.
"Sveiki" Toris said happily to the kids. The three shot up instantly and smiled, the could finally go home after their long day of school. Natalia opened the car door and scooted to the seat behind her big brother, she was followed by Peter then Raivis. Toris started the car again and drove off in the direction of the Edelstein's home.
"Brother!" she smiled cheerfully as she tried to hug him, she was pushed back to her seat by a very upset Ivan. She pouted at her brother, something was wrong and she hated it when her brother was upset. Raivis and Natalia knew to never push Ivan, but Peter was just as bad as his brother; and pushing Ivan for an answer was a natural instinct.
"So what's wrong with you today?" Peter asked happily, not feeling the demonic aura around the angry man. Raivis nudged his best friend, who seemed immune to the multiple 'kol's that escaped Ivan's mouth.
"So how was your day kids?" Toris said, again trying to defuse the horrible situation that Peter only egged on. Natalia felt so bad for her brother and placed one of her hands on his shoulder, Peter looked around and smiled happily. He was not to fond of Ivan, mainly because peter could easily see Ivan's attempts to woo his brother. "It was a great day! We got our Science test back today! And I made an A" Raivis said, his smile made the whole care glow with happiness. Toris laughed and nodded, " That's good, we did study for hours after all".
"Hey Toris where is Alfred?" Peter asked, looking for his brother. "Did he skip again? Mom and dad are going to kill him!" peter said, obviously over analyzing his parent's strictness.
"No no, he is with some other friends" Toris said, Ivan passed a glare over to Toris; he clearly used the wrong words to explain the situation to Peter. "Okay! He better not be hanging out with that British-Jerk again! You know mom and dad told Alfred he was never allowed to see him again! But, and don't tell Alfred or my parents I am saying this, I think Alfred is still seeing him! Is he Ivan? You know everything about Brother!" Peter said, Ivan felt his blood freeze over.
Toris himself even felt anger in the pit of his gut, was Alfred going behind their backs to see his ex at times? Sure they all went to the same school, but that man graduated two years ago, and it would be illegal and dangerous if Alfred was still involved with him. Ivan moved away from Natalia's touch, he felt slightly betrayed by his best friend; there was no way Alfred was involved with that drug addict.
"N-no Peter, you know Alfred stopped talking to him. Alfred is with his new friend, Matthew Bonnefoy and his family. I assure you Alfred will be home soon" as he said that he pulled into the drive way to Peter's home. In the drive was the family's car and Elizabeth's bicycle, so Peter knew he would not have to search for the key.
"Ok, well thanks for the ride Toris! Later guys!" Peter said as he crawled over Raivis to get out of the car. He slipped out of the car and dashed over to the front door, which was unlocked. He waved to the group in the car before he centered the brick house. Ivan always loved Alfred's house, it was a cozy sized one story home with a small kitchen, a music room, a den, and then two small bed rooms and a master bed room. It was very perfect for their happy family, though Roderich seemed to put more time in their music room then anything else.
"Lets go home Toris" was the only thing Ivan could manage to say. Toris nodded and pulled out of the drive way, he avoided eye contact with Ivan. "Did anything else happen today?" Toris asked the remaining two pre-teens in the car.
"Yes, we got a new student" Raivis said with a slight blush. Toris looked in the mirror to get a glance of his brother's face. "Really? Who is it?" he asked, giving a sweet smile.
"Her name was Lilli, I don't remember much of what she said" Raivis said, Natalia puffed out her cheeks in anger. She clearly was not happy about this new person in her class. "Her voice was annoying" Natalia said rudely, looking out her window; trying to avoid eye contact. Toris smiled at the kids, " Well maybe she is just very shy" he said. Soon awkward silence over took the car and the rest of ride back to their home.
Ivan let out a slight sigh, his mind was pondering through his past experience with Alfred's ex. Ivan touched his upper forearm on his right arm, rubbing the fabric over a scar. A scar he got while he was in a fight with the mad man; it was like it was yesterday to him on some days. His mind was enraged, playing his one of his true dreams in his head, killing the damned man. 'Alfred…', Ivan thought about his sweet friend, wishing the horrible events of their past was just a nightmare.
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