A/N: So from now on, it will be mostly Alfred's point of view and a little bit of Cana-something (jk, I know it's Canadia XD). I almost forgot the colleges these dudes go to are not real!
Pairings: USUK, one-sided (?) PruCan, Can/Ukraine, Spamano, GerIta and more
Warnings: Shounen-ai and cussing!
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me. If it did I would not be stuck writing pitiful fanfics like this one
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Chapter Dos
A week had passed since Alfred and Arthur's fight and the pair had not yet made up even though Arthur was leaving in two days. Alfred had spent the past few days moping and playing videogames, much to his mother's and brother's consternation. They had spent their time trying to convince Alfred to go and apologize but he'd refused and was now hiding out in his room. He had his window curtains drawn so that no light came in. He stared up at the ceiling as he lay on his bed with a frown on his normally cheerful face.
"Stupid Arthur. Why'd he have to get so mad anyway? It was just a stupid toy," Alfred muttered. He turned on his side and glared at the bunny. Its leg lay on Alfred's desk. He'd nearly thrown it away when he got home the day of the fight but something had stopped him. It looked so familiar but he was sure he had never seen it before.
"It's all your fault, you stupid rabbit," Alfred said bitterly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and yawned. He wondered when Arthur would call to apologize for his outburst since Alfred had decided he would not be the one to say sorry first. Even though it was MY fault, his sub-conscious stated. "Shut up me." Alfred said aloud, frowning again. He heard a soft knock on his door and he sat up, hoping it was Arthur coming to apologize. He didn't want to admit it, but he had really missed his best friend the past week. They'd been really close, ever since Arthur had moved to Maine from England when they were both freshmen. Alfred had instantly liked Arthur, simply for his accent, as it sounded 'awesome'. Arthur however, had taken longer to get along with Alfred since they were both complete opposites. While Alfred was loud, cheerful, and athletic, Arthur was quiet, snarky, and more artsy.
"Come in," Alfred said and the bedroom door opened, revealing Matthew, his twin brother. Alfred sighed, disappointment washing over him. Stupid Arthur.
"Mom wants you to get up," Matthew walked over to Alfred's window and opened the curtains, allowing light to flood in. Alfred hissed and shielded his eyes.
"Ah fuck," Alfred groaned. "Why?"
"She got you a job at that one Chinese restaurant, Fa Kyu," Matthew replied. "She wants you to stop moping around."
"You mean that one restaurant, Yao's family owns?" Alfred asked. "And I have not been moping!"
"Yes. And yes you have. Look at you, you haven't showered in days!" Matthew exclaimed. If Alfred were to look at himself in a mirror, he would have seen that his dirty blond hair was matted and greasy looking. His cowlick, that he liked to call Nantucket for some odd reason looked as though it was wilting. His face had ketchup and mustard leftover from the burger he'd eaten a half hour earlier and his blue eyes were bloodshot with bags under them.
"I was planning to shower just now if you must know," Alfred said haughtily and Matthew snorted. "Are you going to work with me too?"
"Nope, I get to stay home and relax," the older twin replied, grinning.
"That's not fair!" Alfred whined. "MOM!" He ran out of the room, leaving Matthew alone. He was shaking his head at his brother's antics when he noticed the bunny and its ripped leg.
"Does this belong to Alfred?" he asked himself out loud. He shrugged and took it with him, planning to sew the leg back on later in hopes that it would cheer Alfred up.
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After realizing that complaining wouldn't change his mother's mind about having to work, Alfred felt he needed some cheering up and since he wasn't speaking to Arthur, he decided to invite another one of his friends over.
"Yo! This is the awesome Gilbert speaking!" an obnoxious voice blared through Alfred's cellphone.
"Hey Gil! Wanna come over and play some videogames?" Alfred asked, holding the phone away from his ear.
"Hells yeah! I'll be over in 15 minutes 'kay?" Gilbert said hanging up before Alfred could reply.
"Who were you talking to?" Matthew asked as he walked into the living room.
"Gilbert, he's coming over in a bit," Alfred flung himself onto the beige couch in the center of the living room. "Where are you going?" He noticed his brother putting on his shoes and grabbing the car keys.
"I'm gonna go see Kat. She's been saying that we don't see each other enough anymore," Matthew sighed.
"I still don't know why she chose you over me," Alfred said teasingly. "I'm way better looking than you."
"We're twins you idiot," Matthew glared at his brother. "Besides, you never showed any interest in her."
"I know Mattie, I'm just messing with ya," Alfred laughed. "Chillax brah."
"Honestly Alfred, your big mouth is going to get you into trouble one of these days. Anyway, I'll see you later. Tell mom I'll be back by 7." And with that, Matthew waved at his brother and left. Alfred stopped laughing abruptly. His rude comments always did seem to get him into trouble more often than not.
Gilbert arrived fifteen minutes later. He was wearing a large black sweater and he held his hands over his stomach even though the weather was pleasant.
"'Sup dude," the albino said when Alfred let him in.
"Hey," Alfred said suspiciously since Gilbert had a sly grin on his face. "What are you hiding?"
"I brought us some beer!" Gilbert said happily, reaching under his sweater to reveal the 24-pack.
"Moron! Put that away, my mom is here!" Alfred hissed.
"Oops," Gilbert said blankly. "Where do I put them?"
"Just hide them in the bushes outside. You can get them later," Alfred face palmed. Gilbert did as he was told and a few minutes he waltzed back into the house.
"So, is Mattie here?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Nope," Alfred replied, as he turned on the game console. "He went to hang out with Katyusha."
"Oh, that's cool," Gilbert grabbed one of the controller's Alfred handed him, looking disappointed.
"Yeah…so why'd you decide to come over so easily? It usually takes me some time to get you to come," Alfred said trying to distract his white-haired friend. He knew about Gilbert's unrequited crush on Matthew who had been dating Katyusha Braginskaya for the past three months.
"My bruder* was being a pain in the ass. He's been busy trying to pack all the things he needs to take with him," Gilbert rolled his red eyes. "I offered to help but he kept nagging, saying I didn't put anything in the right boxes."
"Oh yeah, I forgot Ludwig's going to California too," Alfred said, eyes glued to the television screen.
"Yup, that reminds me, is Arthur gonna come hang out with us too?" Gilbert asked.
"Nah, he was being an ass a few days ago. I haven't talked to him for awhile," Alfred answered, pressing the buttons on his controller a little too hard.
"Eh, you guys will probably make up by tomorrow since he's leaving on Monday."
"Not if he doesn't apologize," Alfred grumbled. Gilbert looked at his friend who was staring at the screen with a hardened expression on his face. The fight must have been pretty bad if he hadn't spent time with Arthur on his last week in the state. He felt bad for the British boy because he knew how it felt to be on Alfred's bad side. The American was usually a happy good-natured guy but when someone got him angry he could be kind of scary. Not that Gilbert would ever say that aloud of course. He was too awesome to show any fear.
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*Bruder (German)- Brother
A/N: Yay! Prussia was in this chappy…this was my first time writing him so I hope I didn't do too badly! Also, he is a year older than Alfred and the other characters! Another thing, in case y'all are wondering, Matthew was taught to sew by Katyusha, that's how they started dating!
