So this is the first fanfiction I actually plan on finishing. Yay! Wish me luck. Comments and likes are very much accepted here.
Sorry that my chapters are short. I was thinking of adding two of them together, but I decided it best not. Updates of the story will be done when ever I have the energy to write. Leave comments to encourage me! Please enjoy.
Chapter 1~ Brothers Shall be Brothers
Matthew looked out his water stained window. "Rain again," he sighed. Slowly he got out of his chair by the window and walked towards the front door. On the wall next to the door was a hanger where his jacket was. After looking at it for a minute he grabbed it and pulled it on over his slim shoulders, then opened the door.
Walking out to the street, the young Canadian looked around him but saw no one. He was glad. No one would see him out here. Standing in the middle of the road, he tilted his head back and smiled. Closing his eyes and opening his arms. He stood there under the rain.
"Hey, Bro!"
The Canadian jumped in surprise. Turning around he saw a black Hummer with a blonde head sticking out the window. The owner not caring about the rain as it matted his hair to his forhead.
"Alfred?" Matthew grummbled as he shoved his hands in his pockets looking annoyed from his ruined moment. He started walking back to the house as the American got out of his car to follow him.
"Hey bro! Do me a fa-" his words were cut off as Matthew closed the door behind him to only be welcomed a couple seconds later with a loud American in his house. "Dude! Not cool," he said to his brother in that cool tone of his.
Matthew had already hung his jacket on the rack when Alfred came in. He was sitting on the couch with a small towel, drying out his hair. When he picked his head up his curl dropped down into his face from the weight of the water. "What do you want?" He stood up to face his brother.
They looked almost identical. However there were those differences. Like the curl Matthew had, his brother didn't have that. Matthews hair was longer and was lighter blonde. His skin was pale from lack of sun from being inside most of the time or always being covered when he wasn't. His brother was different, his eyes were blue and not the purple matthew had. He was more stocky with golden hair and a coasters tan.
"I need help," was all the american said as he shed of his WWll, leather, bombers jacket and hung it up next to his brothers on the rack.
"You can't expect me to know what you're talkin' about when you don't explain."
"Well," Alfred seemed nervous. "Arthurs throwing a party with some of his friends he's know for a while. And I have to be there ofcourse because my boyfriend is the host... and I didn't want to feel so left out. Will you come?"
Matthew sighed and glared at his brother. "Fine."
Alfred practically jumped on his brother, "thanks dude, I owe you one."
"Yeah..." he patted Alfreds back. "So... when is it?"
"Tonight. And I'll meet you out in the car. Hurry and change you canuck," and with that he ran out the door with his jacket in hand.