The warm and gentle breeze blew over the wheat like waves of a golden sea. Even thought the wind was mild and hot it still helped cool my body a little from the merciless rays of the sun. I almost relaxed into the sea of green pastures. I could hear only the crickets and the birds singing in the distance. I just wanted to run to the nearest stream and soak myself in the cool, refreshing water. Everything was calm, everything was still, quiet and peaceful...everything was perfect.

"MATT! MATT! YOU IN THERE?!" my theory was that he was deaf or fell on his head as a child. I quickly covered my ears.

"MATT!?" he yelled once again right next to my face,my ears were already ringing.

"..Yes?" I asked still half in a daze.

"Dad says he wants us in the kitchen right away! He told me to come get you! Im really curious.. hurry!" he grabbed my wrist and started running, draging me behind him.

"A-alfred! Slow down!" I tried my best to shout as he ran way faster then I ever could by myself.

Even thought we looked almost identical he is actually my older broher..he always gets all the attention. He is also father's favourite, he can do 10 times the amount of labor a normal man could and was quite strong. On a farm with only three people he was the one who saved the day. I tried my best to be able to help around, however in many ways I was the opposite of Alfred. He was tall, well built and strong. I on the other hand had a small frame slim hands and was way shorter then he was. My wavy blond hair went down past my jawline a little and made me look somewhat feminine . On top of that the people in the village still confuse me for him...what is worse is that they never knew he had a brother.

It didnt matter to me, but right now I felt like I would fall over any minute if he kept speeding up like this.

"Please slow down Alfred!" I yelled, well tried as I was to out of breath to let barely a whisper leave my mouth.

We finally made it to the red house that I had egarly been eyeing in the distance. When we got to the stairs still sprinting I tripped over a step and fell on my head. owww~

"Bro you ok?" my brother asked kneeling down to pick me up in his buff arms.

"Yea...just hit my head a bit.." I said out of breath bringing my hand to my head, I then felt my fingers were wet. I looked at my fingers to see blood. ah great

" Oh dear Matthew are you ok?" my father asked as we entered the house.

" Ya im fine its just a little cut.." I was still panting heavily and felt a bit dizzy.

" I will go get the bandages" my father said running out the room.

Alfred sat me down at a chair around the kitchen table. He then wet a cloth with water and brought it to my forehead. He also poured a glass of water for both him and me. We quickly drained our glasses.

"Sorry Im such a clutz." I whispered head down.

"Na its ok! Im here to back you up Matt" my brother exclaimed smiling at me warmly

I gave a small smile to.

" Move away Alfred let me see Matthew." our father, Arthur ordered holding the damp wash cloth against my forehead instead of my brother.

" You feeling okay?" he asked concerned

" Yes im fine" I said wincing when he took the washcloth off.

" Youll need a few stiches and we will clean that right up for you. Please be more carefull" he grabbed a needle and that had been boiling in water on the stove and proceeded to sew and clean my wound. My head was then wrapped in a gauze. Arthur sighed. I knew, we all knew how often I would get hurt. I really am a clutz... sigh

"Okay sons its time to talk" Alfred's eyes lit up when he heard the words and he was almost jumping up and down.

" Please sit down Alfred." my father on the other hand didnt seem happy at all...almost gloomy. Oblivious to the atmosphere Alfred seemed like he could hardly stay in his seat. I looked at my father a bit worried.

" Boys, you have both worked really hard to maintain this farm. However we never expected for your mother to pass away when we were given this vast farm. We need help. Im going to rent out three quarters of our land my decision is final." I paled at those words.

" But my crops...and the fruit fields..." I muttered knowing full well that I would probably never see the fruits of my labour. I looked to see my brothers face red with anger.

"Why?! We were doing just fine!" he started

"No we were not. I cannot handle to see you work yourselves to such exaustion everyday. I want a better future for both of you. I am sure your mother would agree. You will be attending school five times per week at least to finish your studies, get a good job, only one of you can inherit the land. Unfortunatly the harvests are prey to the weather and there just there just isnt enough of us even for the land that will remain after renting it out. We are in debt." Arthur said frowning his thick eyebrows.

" I understand Dad." I tried to say reassuringly

" Go shower we are going to city hall to get things officialised. We are also having dinner with them at the other house this evening so please dress well."

"Okay" I mumbled. I couldnt help that my shoulders slumped slightly.

"WHAT?! Why didnt you tell us that you already sold our land!?" my brother exclaimed

"I didnt sell it! Im renting it out!" My father yelled. I left the room quietly as they kept bickering.

I went upstairs and showered. I then wrapped the gauze back around my head. While I was putting my best clothes on I heard the door of the bathroom slam shut. I jumped slightly, my brother was really pissed off. I did my tie up and looked at myself in the mirror. Thank God my glasses didn't break, they were very sturdy. My violet eyes looked sad. I couldn't help but grieve a little. This land had been passed down from generation to generation and it seemed like we were slowly but surely giving it away.

I heard the door open and slam back shut. I saw my brother behind me through the mirrors reflection wearing a towel. His eyes were glaring daggers.

He then headed to the closet and angrily got changed. I tried to remain as quiet as possible slipping out of the room. I slowly went down the stairs to see my father crying silent tears.

"Dad? Are you ok?" I asked going towards him cautiously

"Yes Im fine Matthew, we both know how your brother can be." he quickly wiped his tears away and brushed off his suit. My dad even thought he has been through so much always tried to be a pilar to this family. Without thinking about it I hugged him. He paused but then hugged me back.

"Im alright Matthew." he patted my head and we let go of each other just in time to see Alfred glare our way.

"Lets go lads." my father said

We arrived at city hall nicely dressed and clean to meet the people whom had taken the offer to rent out our land. I walked slowly inside and watched as people ran from left to right with papers and many tipping furiously on their computers at the reception desk. We were early of course. Alfred didnt want to be here and his silence was an eerie reminder of how pissed he was. I didnt know what to do or say so I just kept quiet.

Then a chill went through me...uh? Why? We were the middle of the summer, the sun was strong and shone brightly through the windows. I still felt a shiver, something or someone was watching me. I looked to the ground to see the light being shone upon it a shadow blocking a majority of it. I followed the shadow to see the silouette of a tall and broad man. I couldnt see his face but I felt a particualr aura come off him. Then he spoke

" Im here for the renting of Kirkland's land." He had a thick accent, I had never heard one of this sort before.

" Yes we are all present." Arthur said next to me as we all stood up.

" That is good da? Lets go get the papers signed and then we can head to my place to meet the rest of my family." I could finally see his face smiling like a child...the smile it scared me. I knew right away that I shouldnt cross this man. He was even taller then Alfred. He wore this large scraf around his neck even thought he must have been dying of a heat stroke. His hair was of a silvery white and his eyes shone a dark purple.

"Its not yours!" Alfred yelled at the man. I cringed

"Hmm? What do you mean?" The man asked seeming concerned

" Alfred please head out with your brother." I saw Alfred clench his fists and glare with pure hatred towards the imposing man. He left anyway.

"Im sorry for my brothers behaviour" I bent my head down quickly and ran after Alfred.

"Hes a goddam russian!" he yelled once we were sitting underneath a tree

oh so that was the accent.

" But that doesnt matter-"

"Yes it does! They are all psychopaths!" Alfred yelled angrily

An awkward silence passed after he said that.

"Hey Al?" I asked tentitavely

"Yes bro?" he said seeming to have calmed down, he just seemed sad now.

"I heard that they make really good pancakes with icecream at the shop over there." I pointed towards my best friends restaurant. Even thought he was my best friend we hardly saw each other because my father didnt trust the family for some obscure reason. His name was Gilbert and he always managed to make me smile no matter the situation.

" Thanks bro thats a great idea!" I laughed seeing his eyes light up immediatly at the thought of food. We wouldnt eat again for while so I guess it was ok.

"Lets go!" I said standing up and heading towards the restaurant egearly.

Once we got there I was immediatly assaulted with a hug from my albino friend

"Birdie! Im so happy to see you!" He exclaimmed hugging me tighter I patted his back so he would let go but he only squeezed tighter.

" Gilbert! Stop this right away! Serve our customers properly." the stern voice of his youner brother, Ludwig yelled from behind the counter

"Oh Guten tag (hi) Matthew and Alfred." he smiled at us. We all used to go to school together in the same class. The german brothers were the two exceptions to not confuse our identities.

Gilbert finally let me go and smiled at me. I smiled back truly happy to see him.

" Pancakes?" he asked

"Yes please" I answered

" HELL YA!" my brother yelled out

" Right this way." He sat us down at a table in the shadows, away from the sun. He soon came over with two full plates of pancakes topped with icecream and maple syrup. My absolute favourite. He knew me so much. Alfred and I both dug in immediatly.

My brother finished his plate in hardly 5 minutes while I have been through the quarter of my own plate.

"Thanks Matt for trying to cheer me up" my brother Al smiled at me making me feel at ease to see the old him slowly resurfacing, I hated to see him so upset.

Then I saw Gilbert arrive and sit down with us holding three beers.

"On the house" he smiled at me. I had never had alcool before. This was part of the reason my dad didnt want us to hang around Gilbert. He was the trouble maker of this town.

"Thanks Gil but I shouldnt drink" I started already feeling guilty for refusing his kindness.

" Thats okay birdie, the awesome me understands, your only 15." he said patting my head

" Aww come on Matt! Dont be such a buzz kill. Please~for me." my brother pleaded making his oh so famous puppy eyes. I sighed feeling my resolve disapear.

"Fine.." I mumbled

"Yay! A toast to our awesome reunion!" Gilbert exclaimmed

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