Chapter two!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Warning: Stuff, Occ'ness

A/n: Question for ALL reviewers! Who should Alfred end up with?

!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~ Americana Fairytale 1 Part 2 ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!

Alfred turned to thank Ivan, but the tall beast had vanished and left Alfred alone in front of the cottage. Alfred sighed and started to walk towards the dark oak door, questions what he would say to the old woman. Alfred held the basket close to his chest, smelling the sweet bread that Yao had sent. He got to the front steps and knocked on the oak door, hoping his grandmother was already awake and that he was not waking her. Alfred heard an old, weak, faint voice telling him to come inside, which he did instantly.

Alfred walked inside to see the small cottage was a small den that led to the other three rooms of the house. He looked through the door frames, since the doors looked like they have been removed, and saw a short old woman sitting in her bed. She had long pale-wheat colored hair, pale skin, brown eyes, and wore a white gown. She defiantly looked her age, and looked like she felt it as well. Alfred placed the basket and his coat on a chair that sat near her bedroom door. The old lady gave a small smile, sensing that Alfred meant no harm.

"Who are you?" she asked, eying Alfred. Alfred noted how brittle she looked, and could not help but to feel pity for the old lady. "I am Alfred Bonnefoy, I'm Alice's other son" Alfred said, though it was weird to address himself to be the son of a woman that he never knew. The old woman's eyes slightly widened with surprise and joy, not hearing her daughter's name in many years.

"Alice's other son…Did Matthew come?" She asked, giving Alfred a hopeful look. Alfred shook his head, wishing his brother would have accompanied him instead of the demon. "No mam' " Alfred said, unsure if she saw him shaking his head. Natalia gave a slight sigh and looked down, wishing she would have been able to see her older grandson as well. She turned her head back to Alfred, giving him a warm smile, and patted the area next to her on her bed.

"Come, Alfred, I have not seen you before" she said. Alfred nodded and sat next to his grandmother, feeling awkward to be sitting in her bed.

"My, you look like a handsome young man" Natalia said, scanning over Alfred's appearances with her poor eye sight. "Thank you" was all Alfred was able to say in reply to her. Natalia just kept smiling to her grandson, happy to have finally met him. She was told by Francis that Alice died after giving birth to Alfred, and begged her not to shun Alfred for her death. At first Natalia did, wishing her darling Alice had never lost her life, but now she feels as if she can let that go. Alfred was a darling and sparkling boy, who seemed to be a blessing.

"I was wondering…" Alfred started, but drifted off when he thought it could be a touchy subject for the old woman to talk about. Natalia raised her eye brow in question, wondering what Alfred was going to ask her.

"Yes?" She asked him. Alfred convinced himself that asking her would be okay, for he was rather curious about Alice.

"I was wondering if you could tell me about my mother" Alfred said, biting his tongue after the words flowed out. Natalia smiled sweetly and patted Alfred on his head, pushing the cowlick down for a few seconds before it bounced back into place.

Natalia started chatting away about her daughter to Alfred, starting all the way back from when Alice was born. Alfred was left amazed at the past of his mother and his grandmother, finding the tales to be tragic, romantic, and interesting. Natalia pointed to his closet and Alfred ended up cleaning through it, since she said he could have whatever he wanted once she passed away. Alfred would go through the boxes and pull out things for his brother and himself, which made Natalia smile. She was happy that she would be able to help he grandchildren, even if she was not going to be around long.

Alfred stayed there for two months and coming up with a daily routine, began with cleaning when ever Natalia was asleep and cooking when ever she was awake. He made sure to get fire wood every two days, wanting to keep her happy and warm. He tried to spend as little time outside as possible, trying to avoid Ivan. Natalia woke up and noticed how Alfred would always check over his shoulders while he was outside, which worried her. When Alfred came inside and poured her some fresh water, which is what he went out to fetch from the well.

"Alfred, what is wrong?" Natalia asked, raising her eye brow at her grandson. The blond boy jumped and looked at his grandmother with a confused look.

"Nothing is wrong" Alfred said quickly, placing the cup of water on her nightstand. Natalia gave Alfred a concerned look, knowing something was wrong. Alfred sat down and pulled a blanket from the foot of the bed to cover his Grandmother's legs, keeping her warm.

"Your lying is just as bad as your mother's was" Natalia said blankly, not amused with Alfred. Alfred jumped back a bit, curing the old lady's sharp senses. "Don't get too worried, but do you believe in demons?" Alfred asked, looking down at the wooden floor. Natalia's eyes softened from their normal cold look.

"Yes" she answered simply. Alfred looked over at her, making eye contact with the old woman. "I am constantly checking to make sure I'm not being followed by one" Alfred admitted quietly, not wanting to be heard if Ivan was able to hear him. Natalia nodded, she knew that he forest was crawling with the devil's servants, but it did not faze her. "Just be wary of them, they are very tricky" Natalia advised, saying it as quietly as Alfred's whisper. Alfred smiled and kissed Natalia on the forehead, as a way of saying thank you for the advice.

Weeks passed and the weeks turned into months, and soon a year had passed since Alfred moved into the forest cottage. It was one crisp fall morning when Alfred went to wake Natalia up for breakfast and the old woman did not wake. No breath, no pulse, and not heartbeat…She had passed on to another world. Alfred was dreading this day, for he had grown attached to his grandmother. The sky was a bright orange as Alfred carried the corpse outside, he had wrapped her in her favorite blanket for her. Alfred had to dig a hole, which took him the majority of the day, and then placed her frail body inside the deep hole.

Alfred pushed the dirt over the body and cried as his grandmother's body soon was locked away under the cold earth. He sat there for a few minutes and just looked at the loose dirt of the grave, feeling sadness over flowing and creating more tears. He ended up going into the old woman's garden and uprooting one of her Rose bushes, thing she would like it better closer by her. He replanted the bush over the loose dirt and just sat as the day grew dark and night claimed the sky.

He made his way back inside and crawled into her bed, crying as he fell asleep that night. He did not care if Ivan was watching him. Alfred had a dreamless sleep, but awoke a few times from his emotions bubbling inside of him. He finally awoke the last time for the day and decided he would start his journey back home, which meant packing up Natalia's valuables and saying good bye to the home he loved. Alfred started with the crates of items he had been going through, and then the clothes he could wear. He went outside to get the steed and cart ready, which he promised Natalia he would care for.

He packed up the cart, the food, and the live stock, which was the steed, a small hen and her nest, and they started toward the main road. Alfred was wearing one of Natalia's gowns, since he had out grown his childish clothes and her blue maid's gown fit perfectly. Alfred did not care if he looked like a girl, since his family has always told him he should have been born a female instead of a male. Alfred's wagon bounced on the rarely used road, which was covering in small rocks and sticks.

Alfred did not care if Ivan was watching him and kept going forward's, knowing he should not stop for the night. He missed Matthew so much, who must have been worked to death while Alfred sat in the warm house with cakes and warm teas. Alfred smiled a he looked back at his cargo of food, which had some of Natalia's sweet cakes. Alfred happily went along his way, even though it was dark and the weather was biting at his skin.

Alfred decided it was time he stopped for a rest, which was a mistake. He got off his cart and left it to go to the stream, which he was close by. He walked a few yards and sat by the stream, which was glowing from the full moon's glow. Full moon. Alfred heard a loud howl from back where he left the Cart, which made his heart start pounding. Alfred jumped from the stream and ran back through the small path to where his cart was tied.

Alfred was about to let out a loud shriek when he saw a large beast eating the meat off his horse, which was dead on the ground. Alfred covered his mouth and crouched to the ground, trying to remain hidden from the wolf-like beast; he took a few steps back and ended up stepping on a branch and snapping it. The beast stopped what it was doing and started looking around, knowing it was being watched. It started sniffing the air and got a good smell of a human. The beast started walking over to Alfred, still sniffing the air. Alfred held his breath and looked away, scared his life was about to end.

The beast got closer and closer to Alfred, the sweet smell of Human flesh was very close. The wolf beast's mouth began to water as it came closer and closer to the sweet smell. Alfred closed his eyes, knowing the end was less than a few second away. The beast opened its mouth, letting out a growl and coming closer to Alfred, ready to chomp down on the meat, but something happened. A loud yelling came from behind it and a rain of arrows stuck the beast, stopping and killing the creature.

"Are you okay?" a voice asked, but Alfred did not look. He was so scared and his heart was beating so fast that it did not register that it was a human standing in front of him. The man placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder, showing he was friend and not the werewolf. "Hey, you're not deaf, are you?" the accented voice asked, pulling Alfred up.

Alfred kept his eyes shut tightly and his body was shaking from the shock, still not acknowledging the man who saved him. The man had pulled Alfred to his feet and into his arms, tightly holding the shivering small body, finding the 'girl' to be very pretty.

"Hey jerk face! What did you find?" Yelled a loud, young, and happy voice, which certainly did not seem threatening to Alfred. Alfred cracked his eyes open to look to see a tall blond man holding him and a little boy, with honey blond hair, standing next to him. "Wow she's pretty! Hey there, I'm Peter!" the little boy said, holding his hand out to shake Alfred's. The man holding his looked at Alfred, his face was rather annoyed looking from the little boy's comments.

"Excuse him, he is an idiot" the accented man said, looking at Alfred with his forest green eyes. Alfred blushed when he realized how close he was to this man, who was dressed in warm leather, had a few weapons, and a large bow and arrows. "T-thank you for s-saving me" Alfred said softly, the man smiled to the short haired man.

"Thank you, I am Vash Zwingli an Archer from the mountains, and who are you?" The lemon blond asked the drag dressed farmer. Alfred smiled sweetly, "I am Alfred Bonnefoy, from the farms" Alfred said truthfully, looking bashfully at the blond man. Vash was shocked to hear that the pretty girl was actually a small boy.

"Alfred is a boy's name" Peter said, poking Alfred's side. Alfred could see why Vash had the annoyed expression, this Peter kid did seem to be annoying. Suddenly a girl in a pink dress came running down the road, holding the reins of a horse that pulled a wagon. Vash turned and smiled at the little girl, who looked just like him.

"Mr. Bonnefoy, this is my sister little Lilli" Vash said, the girl smiled and waved at Alfred. Alfred looked up at Vash with an odd expression. "Please call me Alfred, Mr. Bonnefoy is my father" Alfred said sweetly, earning a giggle from the little blond girl. Peter ran over to Lilli and hopped on the wagon; he sat in the driver's seat and soon helped her up next to him. Vash did not let go of Alfred, still holding the boy close to his body.

"Um, you can let go of me now" Alfred commented, Vash's eyes widened when he realized he was staring at the beautiful boy. Vash let go and turned to the two younger travelers, who were giggling at the scene. "Alfred, why are you out here by yourself? You know there are monsters out here" Vash said, not turning to make eye contact with the drag dressed boy.

"Well I was heading home, I really didn't have anyone to travel with-" Alfred said looking over at his ruined cart and dead livestock. He walked over and tried to save some of the boxed items, pulling out the two boxes filled with jewelry and clothes. He frowned when he saw the food was ruined and the Chicken was slaughtered by the wolf. Alfred turned to Vash and the kids, holding the two crates, and started walking past them. He stopped and smiled as sweetly as he could manage, still scared and sad from a new loss.

"Thank you for saving me, I must get going" Alfred said before turning back around to go down the trail. He took a few steps then felt a hand on his shoulder, which made him jump. He turned to see Vash standing right there, with a nervous look on his face. "Yes?" Alfred asked quietly, cocking his head to the side in confusion. The lemon blonds' face turned bright red with a blush, finding the boy's small actions to be adorable.

"We are heading into town and we could take you there if you like" Vash said, scratching the back of his head nervously. Alfred felt a bit guilty that he was offering him this.

"I'm sorry Vash, but I have no way of paying a fare" Alfred asked. Vash gave him a warm smile before he tugged on Alfred's shoulder for him to come back. "You don't have to pay me, I don't take money from the poor" he said, pulling Alfred along with him to the Wagon.

"You don't?" Alfred asked in shock. He has always been told how greedy the world was, and yet here was this man going to give this complete stranger and lift back to his farm without pay. Alfred smiled and started walking with Vash, holding his boxes tightly. Vash jumped on the back of the wagon and helped Alfred up; snickering quietly when Alfred took the time to make sure his dress was not ripped.

Vash sat in the back of the cart and Alfred sat next to him, holding his boxes close to his chest. Peter took the reins and whipped them, which made the horses start to trot down the path to the west. Alfred was not aware of the eyes of Ivan watching his closely, or he just did not care about Ivan's odd feelings for him. Vash, who was blushing deeply and holding a blanket, wrapped his arm around Alfred's shoulder and pulled him close. Vash positioned the blanket to cover Alfred's and his' shoulders. Alfred smiled and moved closer into Vash's warm hold, feeling safe for the first time in months. Alfred closed his eyes and let himself drift into a sleep, enjoying the bumping of the wagon against the small stones on the road.

The wagon went on its way for two days, which is all it took to get to Alfred's farm. When they pulled out of the forest Alfred felt a sudden light burst of light enter in body. Alfred fought the urge to run right to his home, missing his brothers and his parents so much. He jumped off the wagon and turned to the three blonds who helped him.

"Here, keep what is inside" Alfred said, lone of the boxes with mixed treasures inside. Vash went to protest, but was stopped by a small peck on the lips from Alfred, which is a gift greater then what was in the boxes. Vash's face turned bright red and he smiled sweetly at Alfred. Vash was normally a cold person, but something about this boy made him feel good. From the moment he met Alfred he was sure something was great about the boy, thought he did not know what it was yet. But he wanted to find out, even if that meant to keep the beauty with him for the rest of his days.

"If you would like to join us, I'm sure your family would not mind?" Vash offered, reaching and grabbing Alfred's warm hand. Alfred smiled and shook his head, which saddened the lemon blond archer. "Well then, I best be leaving you. But if you ever change your mind, just keep your eyes peeled for me" he said, kissing Alfred's hand and moving back in to his wagon.

"Farewell Vash, Lilli, Peter! Good luck on your journey! And be safe!" Alfred said, waving his good byes to his new friends. Peter and Lilli waved good bye and then whipped the reins, making the horses trot back into the forest they had just exited. Vash looked back and watched as Alfred became smaller and smaller as they ventured deeper and deeper.

Alfred smiled and turned to the direction his farm, which was not in clear view. Since it was fall he did not have to fight against the tall stalks of corn to see his home. Alfred held his single box and began to run towards his home, which was calling for him. He ran as fast as he could while carrying the heavy box, which did not bother him in the slightest. He came closer and closer, soon he turned down the road that led straight to his front door. He could soon smell the fresh smell of bread and the smell of fresh milk soon filled his nostrils. Alfred stopped and untied his hair, which had grown even longer over the year, and tied it back with a white ribbon with blue stripes on it. He snickered as he imagined his brothers thinking he was some strange girl, which would not shock him. Alfred got to the door and knocked on the door, missing the feeling of the old wood under his skin.

It was a few second before the door opened, but soon Im Young opened the door. He was shocked to see a beautiful girl with a box standing at their front door, he smiled at the girl and turned back inside. Alfred heard him yell for Kiku, who came to the door and marveled at the blue-dressed beauty. "Hello Miss, how can we be of service to you?" Kiku asked, bowing to Alfred. Alfred tried to hold back a laugh, but not holding back a cute giggle.

"I was looking for the Bonnefoy residence" Alfred said, trying to act official. Kiku gave a smiled and opened the door widely, motioning Alfred to come inside. Alfred walked in happily, looking around his familiar and well missed home. Kiku escorted Alfred over to the table and pulled out a chair for him to sit in, which Alfred happily took. Alfred placed the box down and turned to talk to Kiku and Im Young, but was interrupted when Matthew walked in.

Alfred looked at his brother, who had grown a bit taller, his hair was a bit longer, and he was looking much stronger then he did a year ago. Alfred had always found his brother to be attractive, no matter how homosexual it seemed, and now his brother looked manlier. Matthew placed his jacket on the coat rack and turned to see someone in a pretty blue dress sitting in their kitchen.

"Man the market was hard today" Matthew said, stretching and groaning from the stiff ride from the market to home. Instantly the person stood up and pounced on Matthew, taking the man in a tight hug. There was an awkward silence as the three brothers stared at this person hugging Matthew, all three still clueless about it being Alfred.

"Excuse me Miss, do I know you?" Matthew asked, pushing the drag dress Alfred off of him. He looked at the person and his eyes flung open widely, not caring if he was tired. Those eyes were unmistakable and one of a kind, and he knew of the only person to have them.

"A-Alfie?" Matthew mumbled quietly, but loud enough for the whole room to hear. The drag dressed man nodded and hugged Matthew tightly. "I've missed you so much Mattie!" Alfred said, hugging his brother and letting a few tears stray down his face. Matthew could not believe what was happening, he thought he brother had been dead awhile ago. Matthew wrapped his arms tightly around Alfred and hugged him, burying his face in Alfred's wheat colored hair. He let a few tears fall as well, feeling an over whelming burst of emotions.

"Alfred! My baby brother is home!" Matthew cried and cheered as he tightly squeezed Alfred. He had not felt this happy in a long time, and he certainly missed his cheerful brother. Kiku and Im Young stared in shock, for Alfred's deceptive look and his return home. Matthew kissed his brother's fore head over and over, just happy to have him back in his arms and no longer missing.

"Hey Mattie, where's dad and Yao! I have so much to tell you guys!" Alfred said happily, but got no good reactions from any of the three men. "Matthew….Where is dad and Yao?" Alfred asked again, giving his older brother a stern look. Matthew looked away, not wanting to say the words that Alfred feared and the others knew. Alfred turned to Kiku and Im Young, seeing the same sad look on their faces that was on Matthew's. "Guys…" Alfred went to say, but was stopped and pulled into a tight hug by Matthew.

"Their boy dead, Alfred" Matthew said softly into his brother's ear.

-Page Break-

What do you think? Who should Alfred end up with? Roderich? Ivan? Vash? Or Matthew?

Can anyone guess the Fairy tale I lightly used? You got to squint to see it!

Rate and Review!