Sex, Drugs, and Money Ch. 2

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(a/n): Ho. Ly. Crap! Its only the second chapter and I already have so many faves and alerts and reviews (yes that is alot of reviews)! Well I guess the pressure is on to not dissappoint anyone, hopefully i won't!

OK I will try to update at least twice a week because I really have nothing better to do in class than write. I have lots of free time in class so to write, especially now since it's almost winter break so I will probably be getting to the third or fourth chapter by the end of the week so expect some quick updates (this week only).

So apparently the first chapter wasn't lacking at all since so many people liked it! But now I'm afraid I need to bore you with descriptions upon descriptions upon introductions upon introductions, but I've gotta get it done sometime right? So hopefully you enjoy this chapter anyway. Sooo ENJOY!

Four million dollars. That's how much Alfred owed the German mafia. And four million dollars is what they had to pay back.

Of course Matthew was dragged into his brothers mess, he always was. If he wasn't being mistaken for him, he was forced to help him out.

He was dragged off to Germany where he and his brother would work as servants at Gilberts house. As soon as Matthew had seen the house he immediately wondered that if the mafioso had thought this to be a house, what would he consider a mansion?

The 'house' was three (four of you counted the attic) stories and about as big as a football field, including the backyard (which was gigantic all on it's own). The outside was a beige color and was complimented by the green shrubs and trees that decorated the salmon colored driveway.

The inside of the house was a pastel yellow and was decorated with fabulous furniture, beautiful paintings, and gorgeous decor. It looked almost like a French villa. When Matthew confronted Gilbert about it, all he said was because his boss was French and he didn't want to piss off his boss.

When you first walked in, you were greeted by a friendly(?) Swedish doorman with blond hair and blue eyes. Despite being a doorman (who Matthew had always assumed to be cheery), his expression looked angry and intimidating, scaring Matthew the first few times he had seen him.

Inside was a huge foyer, stairs at the back going up either side. The walls on the sides had little hallways to get to different rooms and the back of the house leading to the backyard.

The second floor was the ballroom and had several different rooms that could be used for...several different reasons. The third floor had rooms that housed both members of the house AND servants. Gilbert and Ludwig had their own rooms, both incredibly huge. Feliciano and Lovino, as it turned out, actually lived in Italy. The two only came up to Germany when they needed to do business with Ludwig and Gilbert.

The servants rooms were a decent size, Alfred's and Matthew's room was alittle bigger to accommodate the both of them. The rooms had personal bathroomsand the kitchen was available for use by all employees as long as one of the cooks was still there.

Matthew had leased out his apartment in Canada, the place he had lived most of his life. It was pretty big and cozy for a one bedroom one bath. His new room however, was the size of his WHOLE apartment. The canadian had never seen such a huge room before. He had so little stuff that he felt the room didn't deserve him. After he had put all his stuff away (and Alfred's), he looked over on his bed where his stuffed polar bear Kumajirou was leaning against a pillow. he felt kind of childish, still taking a stuffed animal with him whenever he traveled, but the bear had been a gift from Alfred when they had first met and he had cherished it ever since.

However, Alfred (being Alfred) had had a blast when they first arrived, running around the entire backyard and sneaking away from work to explore the compounds of the huge mansion. Matthew however, had been stuck with keeping his older brother under control and doing both his and his brothers chores when Alfred snuck away.

After eight months of working at the Beilschmidt house Matthew had finally accepted his situation (eventually he would have to right?), and learned the ins and outs of everything he was expected to do. Eventually Alfred had stopped sneaking off to explore, deeming that his "super heroic self had found all the possible hiding places in the house in the case that anything were to happen and he could just rescue them all" and if they suspected the Beilschmidts of housing weaponry, illegal, hard to find drugs, or (Alfred's favorite) "awesomely rare booze" to which Gilbert had responded that everything in his house was awesome, including himself.

During those eight, long months, Matthew made quite a bit of friends. He quickly befriended the head of the maids, Elizaveta Hédeváry who was a kind and sweet young woman with long brown hair tied up in a ponytail and green eyes. She had been very helpful to Matthew the first couple of months he was there, showing him around the mansion and explaining where everything was, how to do something, and who people were.

The next person he met was a young girl named Michelle (who had asked him to call her Chelles) with long brown hair tied in two ponytails that hung down either side of her head and big brown eyes. She also had helped Matthew when he was just starting out, but found her the easiest to talk to and usually helped her with chores that required lots of work or more than one person.

The last person he met in the house was the head of the servants, Roderich Edelstein, who seemed like a no-nonsense kind of guy and ran a very strict work place. He had short brown hair with a little curl similar to his brothers at the top of his head and wore glasses that framed his violet eyes, just like he had. The only one that seemed to be able to reason with him was Elizaveta. Matthew wasn't sure if he was right but he thought that maybe the two had something going on.

To be honest, he was kind of jealous of Elizaveta and Roderich's relationship. He wasn't very good with relationships. Mostly, people forgot he was there or didn't even know who he was, so he never really had much luck.

But Gilbert knew who he was.

Matthew's eyes widened at the thought. Where had that come from? A small blush spread across his face. Why was he blushing? He blushed more as he questioned why he was blushing in the first place.

"Hey Mattie!" called Alfred, slapping him on the back. "I'm the one who zones out around here, not you. Stop taking my job k," he said jokingly.

"R-right. Sorry," Matthew said. Had he been zoning out? He didn't even notice. He looked over at his brother, who had his big hero smile on his face. Right. He had been walking with Alfred to eat lunch outside as they always did. Matthew blushed again.

"Now come on slow poke!" Alfred said, grabbing his brothers wrist and pulling him outside to their usual lunch spot.

(a/n): well there is chapter 2. It wasn't as long as I originally thought it was but I think it turned out ok (right?) I apologize if there was alot of explaining going on but I NEED details or I feel like the chapter sucks XP Next chapter will hopefully be longer and start to set the story in motion :)

Ahh poor, naive Mattie. Remember, assuming makes an ASS of U and ME! I'm sure the doorman doesnt mean to be scary looking. Oh well, the identity of the doorman, although its probably obvious, will be revealed next chapter so look forward to that :D

And is that the beginning of some PruCan I see? By golly I think it IS XD

I'm not really sure how to write Seychelles so if I do it wrong please feel free to tell me.

Oh, and I make it a priority to reply to all my reviews, You know, to say thank you, maybe comment on it or...something idk XD so if you have any questions feel free to post them in the reviews, i love reviews.

Thats about it for this chapter, thanks for reading and favoriting and alerting and all that good stuff!. Reviews are loved even more :3