A/N: Hello dear readers! So, it's been a while since I have uploaded anything, and this is my new account - so it's currently blank of stories. Some of you may know me from my Tumblr (same username) or my old account ~Dootsyblue, and I made this account because a) my old one sucked and b) new username, new multi-chapter story! Yes, after a year of editing and procrastinating, I am finally uploading my 60,000 word USUK novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year. It is complete, so expect regular updates and numerous amounts of chapters!

Summary: When he spends his father's money on alcohol and wild teen parties, used-to-be-rich Alfred Jones is forced by friends and family alike to get a job – as a butler to some boring old codger named Kirkland! The lazy American lad is totally not impressed with the stuffy, bossy British gentleman and his strict ways and decides to prove this by being the worst servant there is… Shenanigans ensue.

Pairing: USUK and other minor pairings

Rated: T

Warnings: This will contain mild language and some male x male content - but nothing too graphic.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to the famed Himapapa.

Now I'll shut my mouth and allow you lovely people to read. Enjoy the prologue! uvu

"Hey, dude! Come over here and have a drink with us - you're celebrating, right?" a loud, accented voice called across the small bar. The sound reached the ears of said 'Dude', and yet he only gave a humble grin in response to the loud words, not bothering to turn and address the callers.

"Nah, I can't do that mates! I'm with my bro tonight - a leaving home celebration, ya know? And I'd prefer to drink with people I actually know," he laughed carelessly, grinning at his small, meek half brother seated beside him; he gave a slightly worried smile in response.

"Ah, mon cher, do you not recognise the voices of some old friends? Or 'ave you forgotten us now that you are all grown up?" a second accented voice called from the group, accompanied with some distinctly French-sounding laughter. The lad froze at the comment, a smile slowly upturning the corners of his mouth and his eyes beginning to sparkle with excitement. He turned around expectantly, expression brightening as he spotted his old school friends seated across the bar.

"Hey… you guys! You're here?" he yelled, eagerly leaping up from the small table he was sat at with his brother and bounding towards his rather unconventional friends seated at the bar. The abandoned brother, also leaving home on that particular day, sighed ruefully and dug a fork absently into the burger that had previously been thrust towards him against his will. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

Meanwhile, the other brother was hugging his friends energetically as they were re-united, slapping their backs as they in turn ruffled his hair and patted his shoulders. The young man grinned, stepping back to inspect his old friends and how they had changed since he had last seen them.

"Hey dudes! I totally didn't expect you to be here! Man, you guys rock," he laughed with mirth, now completely ignoring his twin perched awkwardly on the barstool nearby, who only sighed and stared forlornly and longingly at the door. The three men surrounding the energetic boy slapped his back in turn, all glad he was finally leaving the nest and joining them in their celebrations.

"So… you guys finished school and left home a while ago, right?" the young man inquired, and all three nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, which is why we haven't been in touch… new lives, new towns, you know?" the third man spoke up now, slightly curled brown hair falling into his green eyes as he beamed at his old friend.

"Aw, you guys are so lucky! I wish I could have left home earlier than this - my dad was overjoyed to see the back of me!" the American boy cried, running a hand through his dark blond hair with a contemplative sigh.

"Oh, we should hold celebrations for you! Help take your mind off your family, non?" the Frenchman offered, and his two friends nodded in agreement.

"Hey, and what's a party… without drinks?" the man who had called him over first spoke up with a smirk. His short, ice-white hair fell around his pale face as he shoved a drink towards the younger man, his blood-red eyes gleaming mischievously as he waited for a response. The young American paused, blinking owlishly behind his large glasses.

"Ah, but you know my dad says I'm not allowed to drink-"

"Who gives a damn what your dad says!" the green-eyed companion interrupted with a lazy smile. "You've left home now; you have no links to him! Uh, except that healthy sum of money the he was supposed to give you for 'setting off on your own'…"

The young lad hesitated before nodding cautiously, eyeing the mug of beer in front of him with a hungry look in his seemingly innocent blue eyes.

The Frenchman then chose to speak up with a flirtatious grin. "I presume, mon ami, that he did actually give you a loan?" he asked somewhat innocently, looping an arm around the younger man and breathing into his ear with a flirtatious smile. The home-leaving lad responded by cheekily shoving the blond flirt away ungraciously.

"Yes, he did give me money despite being the stingy bastard that he is," he laughed. "But don't think you can sell yourself to me like the prostitute you are!" he teased the older man, prompting a round of raucous laughter from the other two. "And, might I add, it's a whole load of cash! My bro too, so it's double the fun. There are perks to having a super-successful businessman as a dad," he laughed. "Dudes, I am totally swimming in dollars - It'll be a party every night now that I've left home!" With his confidence restored, and a new brave rush of willpower, he grabbed the mug of beer offered previously to him and chugged it down, only coughing slightly as his eyes bugged out, and he slammed the now empty tankard onto the bar table. His half brother, still huddled by himself with the untouched meal before him, sent him a discouraging glance from a distance. The young man paused for a second, briefly wondering if he was making the right choices, but his friends cheered him on encouragingly as they offered him another drink. The young man shrugged and took it, and thus the true celebrations started. The half brother just sighed, stroking a small polar bear trinket with a defeated air as he watched his brother spiral into drunkenness.

Continuing on from that night, the American lad continued to celebrate. Whether it was with strangers or with friends, he would spend the impressive sum of loan money - and he would spend it big. Any innocent civilians or friends who went to his grand and flashy parties would come away gasping in wonder, eagerly replaying the events of the night and complimenting heartily the expensive drinks, sexy and talented dancers who stole the show, and the amazing locations chosen to hold the parties spread across the city. The lad himself paid no attention to the money amount he owned, and completely ignored the rent for the flat he shared with his half brother while he splashed in cash all day and all night. He neglected and rejected a normal, average life, choosing to follow the path of a party-goer and spending money whenever and where ever he felt like it. Some might say he had everything - a seemingly endless amount of money, all the girls lining up to see him and a ton of popular, admired friends… and so the future looked bright.

Meanwhile, his half-brother got to a new life away from home efficiently and sensibly. He interviewed for just one job - a small sports shop specialising in hockey - and gained it right away due to his own Canadian heritage and skill in his national sport. He earned a small, average amount a month, and used this as well as the money he'd been given to pay the entire rent for the shared flat (with claims from his brother that he'd pay it back later), as well as having occasional dinners out and buying small luxuries for himself. He kept the apartment clean and well-cared for, and made a few steadfast friends through hockey and general life. Although he was happy with his simple lifestyle, it was considerably average compared to his half brother's flashy existence; one could only wonder how long one or the other would last.

Only time would tell, although at the moment most people would beg for the American's extravagant world and merely shun the meek Canadian's simple lifestyle. However, there would come a time when one would be begging the other for help while the other turned away his pleas - shall we read on to find out who this unfortunate brother may be?

So there's the prologue. This just sets the scene, so the story will pick up next chapter - which I may post later on today if I have time. Thank you for reading, and I would be delighted to receive any reviews, criticisms and more!
~Over and out