~chapter one~
Mathew Williams was at the back of the single filed line that was formed by the captains. He shuffled his feet on the cold cement, trying to calm down as the soldiers yelled out the roll call of the soldiers that were to board.
"FRANCIS BONNEFOY!" Mathew could see the vein in the captain's forehead pounding as he shouted out the names on his list.
"HERE SIR!"
"IVAN BRAGINSKI!"
"HERE SIR!"
Mathew could hear the voices getting closer to him as the soldiers called out more names. He didn't want to be here. He hated this war. He was too young to fight in the first world war, but now that he's legally old enough, there was no stopping the flood of every young man from getting deployed to the front lines. Every man, accept his brother. Alfred F. Jones. He loved his brother dearly. Of course Mathew would rather have his brother be safe at home rather than fighting in this war, but he didn't want to have to face this alone. The memory of his brother being rejected for the navy was still fresh in his mind. He remembers being told to change into his new uniform, while watching his brother limping out the door. He had become weak from some kind of fever going around, and sprained his frail ankle by just tripping over a chair; therefore the soldiers said he couldn't be deployed with Mathew, or the navy, until the problem was fixed.
Mathew found himself dazing off while the role call was only a few short of him. He straightened his glasses and put his heels together.
"ARTHUR KIRKLAND!"
"HERE SIR!" This was the first man Mathew actually had a glance at. He had straight blonde hair -much unlike his hair that he considered to obnoxiously curl at the end- and thick eyebrows that were brought together when he yelled his response.
"GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT!"
"READY TO GO, SIRS!"
"THAT'S "HERE SIR" MR. BEILSCHMIDT!"
"I BELIVE THAT'S WHAT I SAID SIR!" Mathew could hear the soldier mutter "Damn hick" under his breath, while Mathew himself had to bite his tongue to make sure he didn't let a giggle out.
"MATHEW WILLIAMS!" He looked up to see the soldier right in front of him, with the same vein in his forehead as before.
"Here sir."
"LOUDER MR. WILLIAMS!"
"HERE SIR!..." Mathew could tell his voice trailed off in the end, but the soldier let it go. To his surprise, the soldier called out one more name, even though Mathew was the last in line.
"RAIVIS GALANTE!"
"HERE SIR!" The voice came from behind the line, about 15 feet away. But even from there, Mathew knew the voice didn't come from a Raivis Galante. He didn't turn to face him; afraid the soldier would notice and suspect something. He waited until he arrived next to Mathew at the end of the line.
"TRY TO BE ON TIME NEXT TIME GALANTE! AND WHY ARE YOU LIMPING?"
"I-it's my shoes sir, not quite the right fit."
"WELL MAKE IT WORK!"
"Will do sir." The soldier walked to the front of the line to discuss something with the other captains. Mathew could feel every muscle in his body stiffen as he turned to face the man next to him.
"Alfred! What the hell are you doing here! You got rejected! You should be at home, not fighting a war! None the less sneaking into a war! How the hell did you get in here?" Mathew notices his voice was raising, and decided to take a few breaths before he ended up screaming.
Alfred looked at his brother with his sparkling blue eyes and fixed his glasses on his nose, giving him a kind of weak smirk.
"I didn't sneak in. I just now have to be referred to as "Raivis Galante". You should be calling me a hero Mattie! That poor guy was shaking in his boots!"
"And you're going to be breaking more bones in your boots if you don't get out of here and bring back that other guy! What happened to him anyway! And how did you get here!"
"Before I left the physical exams for the deployment, I snuck into the back room to see if I could catch up with ya one last time before you left," Alfred said as he looked down, "but everyone had left for the roll call. Accept the guy named Raivis Galante. He looked as if he was just a kid, but his papers said he was old enough. He was back there crying, sitting in the corner. He said he wasn't ready. He didn't want to go to war. Didn't want to leave his family behind and everything.
"I think he remembered me from the line leading to the exams, because he wasn't scared that I was gonna call the soldiers or anything. I just kinda stayed there until he calmed down a bit. After he did, I told him to give me his uniform. When he started to ask why I just told him louder, then he did." Alfred looked into Mathew's eyes, expecting them to be furious, but they weren't. They weren't quite kind, but Alfred had a feeling he would be forgiven.
"I changed into his uniform and told him to change back into his clothes. After I got the uniform on I told him to give me his papers. Those told me his name 'n stuff like that. Ha-ha, I guess it's kinda both of our names now." Alfred's eyes smiled, but looked back at his shoes. He took a quick breath, he knew they would be boarding soon, so he made the rest of his story as fast as possible.
"I told him to go home Mattie. I couldn't let him come here like that. So I took his place. He tried to object but I wouldn't let him. 'Cause ya know a true hero always gets his way. So I came out here as quick as I could. I know it might've been a stupid idea but I just didn't want you to go alone and I'd miss you and-"
"I get it Alfred. I still think you're stupid for doing it, but I get why you did." Mathew looked at his brother as the wind blew the hair out of his face, clearly seeing a tear fall down from his own cheek.
"SOLDIERS! ALL BOARD THE SS-173 PIKE!"
Mathew now was approaching the submarine that would take him and his brother into World War 2. He didn't want his brother to be here. He wanted him to be safe and sound at their house. But Mathew knew everything happened for a reason. He didn't know what the reason was though.
"Excuse me? Mr. Galante?" Alfred spun around to see a man with straight blond hair and green eyes about to tap his shoulder. He had large eye brows, which Alfred blushed at when he thought they looked kind of cute.
"Hello, I'm Arthur Kirkland. We're going to be sharing a bunker so I thought I'd introduce myself first."
"Oh-uh, hey. I'm Al- I mean Raivis."
Arthur chuckled, "Did you forget your name already?"
Now Alfred knew his blush was visible. Damn, why does his accent have to be so hot, he thought. They were now boarding the small decline into the sub. Alfred said his last goodbyes to Mathew as he boarded a different bunker. Alfred of course knew this was a deadly mission. That he could lose his life at any second. But something about his new roommate, made some of those fears go away.
"So", Arthur started. "Tell me about yourself."
A/N~
Hey guys this is my first fanfic. It is eventually going to get more USUK-ish, but I had to give some backdrop first. Hopefully if I get enough reviews I could write another chapter! So leave some critiques and say if you like it so far or not. Trust me it will get better ;) and dramatic….and kinda smutty but who wouldn't want that! ;3
