Alrighty guys, chapter one~ I hope you enjoy it. Took me a while to get an idea (I typed it up in graphic design last week and tried to send it to myself but it failed. Took me today to get motivation back, and I already have another idea xD) but I got it~ I know exactly where this story is heading (honest! mostly...) Tell me what you think and if you have any questions! I got the lemonsilla color from

http:/ ginging ray. wantless power. com/ HorseColors. html

Just delete the spaces. I couldn't think of another goldy colors so I had to go look it up :I

The different language in this chapter is mon dieu and arschloch. I used google translator, so blame it.

Mon dieu-My god (French)

Arschloch- Asshole (German)

Enjoy, and please R&R! R&R gives me motivation! 8D

"Alfred… Mr. Puck would like to see you…" Matthew's knew he had been quiet. He also knew that, despite claiming otherwise, his older twin had heard him. Because he could hear drawers slam and the closet opening. The blond tapped on his brother's door with his hockey stick, once, twice, three-

"Alright, Matt I'm up!" Alfred opened his door in a hurry, almost impaling himself on Matthew's hockey stick in his rush to get out the door. Matthew grinned innocently at his brother.

"Mom's got breakfast ready. And we have five minutes. So either you and Mr. Puck have a conversation, or you go downstairs and-…" His threat was unfinished as Alfred practically flew down the stairs. Matthew set the hockey stick down outside his own door, on the other side of the hall, and followed the taller blonde. He went down the two flights slowly because he was ready to leave. Glasses? Always. Jacket? Just in case. License? Yep. Older brother ready to go? …Getting there. Wallet? Of course. He was always ready, even if he had never been a boy scout.

Matthew found Alfred scarfing down his breakfast in front of their mother. The blonde woman smiled gently at her Canadian son.

"Morning darlin'. " She said. Matthew smiled back.

"Good. I got Alfie up, see!" Matthew walked over to his mother and hugged her. Although he was almost a foot taller than her, he adored the woman. Even when he was little, they had always been close friends. When Matthew decided to pursue hockey, his mother encouraged him. She even helped him practice, and they often started a fist-fight between themselves on the ice. Alfred couldn't say that, and Matthew was often proudly sporting a black eye given by his mother. The younger blonde claimed that it helped release tensions and helped their relationship.

"Yes, you did. I heard something about a conversation with Mr. Puck…" Anilla raised an eyebrow. Matthew stepped back and shrugged innocently. All he heard from Alfred after the mention of his hockey stick was bare feet slamming up the steps.

"You know Al. Won't get up without… Inspiration."

"I know. You did good. Who's driving?"

"Al. As terrifying as that is… We'll get there faster." Matthew grimaced at the thought of his brother driving. Alfred was a speed demon, and shouted at people who were going to slow. Otherwise, the speed known as the speed-limit. Alfred was heading back downstairs.

"Mmm… Okay, if you think that's safe." Anilla hummed in worry. Alfred, although only 17, had already been in three crashes. After having his license for a year.

"Not at all. But we might be late as it is." Matthew shrugged. He trotted out the door after Alfred, who was already blaring music in their shared cerulean blue Xterra. With practiced speed he leaped through the door, buckled up, and grabbed what they affectionately called the "Oh shit!" bar above his head. As Alfred peeled out of the driveway, they waved goodbye to their mother.

"OH MON DIEU! ALFRED! SLOW GERTRUDE DOWN, PLEASE!" Matthew screamed. They were pushing 100 as they exited into the country.

"CAN'T HEAR YA' MATTIE!" Alfred screamed back with a smirk. Conversation with Mr. Puck, huh? Well, Matthew could deal with his speedy little girl. He gave the Xterra a loving pat. "Good girl, Gertrude." The American cooed to the car.

"I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Matthew thought repeatedly, terror showing in his face. His glasses had fallen off about four miles ago, and he was clinging to the "Oh shit!" bar for dear life.

"ALFRED TURN HERE!" He screamed as they almost missed their stop a few minutes later. He had recovered his glasses when they flew forward after a hard stomp about ten miles before. Alfred slammed on the brakes and jerked the steering wheel. Matthew was sure that Gertrude had gotten up on her two side wheels before slamming down onto four and taking off down the dirt road. Alfred went slower, given as they now had five extra minutes. Matthew was pale, and he let go of the bar. "I think I'm gonna… Sleep now…" He muttered, and passed out.

"Oops… A bit too hairy then, Mattie? Sorry bro. Good job, Gertrude." Alfred chuckled. This wasn't the first time Mattie had passed out in the car, and Alfred was sure it wouldn't be the last.

"Und… Mr. Williams is passed out… Vhy?" 'Fritz' asked, raising a golden eyebrow. Alfred mentally shook himself from staring at those perfect golden brows.

"He… Got… Carsick?" The 17 year old attempted with a smile. Fritz didn't look amused.

"How fast did you drive?" He asked.

"On the way here or the dirt road?" Alfred hedged. Fritz said nothing, just closed his eyes and counted to ten. Counting Alfred and Matthew, there were two Italians and a Finnish guy. The Italians were standing together and the Finnish guy, Tino, was sitting next to Matthew on the ground.

"Oh… Dieu…" Matthew groaned as he woke.

"Ah, Matthew! You are alive!" Tino said with a smile. Matthew opened his eyes, blinked, and waved his hand over his face.

"Uh, yes… I am. No thanks to Alfred. By the way… Where is he? Just wait till we get home, Alfie… Mr. Puck is gonna have a lot to say to you. Where're my glasses?" Matthew growled out. Everything close to him was blurred, even Tino who was barely a foot away.

"How're you gonna get home, Matt?" Alfred taunted from a safe distance next to Fritz. The German man eyed the exchange, already sizing up the humans.

"I'll steal Gertrude. After I get my glasses." Matthew leaned forward, using his core to help him. He turned his gaze in the general direction his brother's voice had come from, narrowing his blue-violet eyes. Alfred rolled his eyes. Tino got up and walked over to Gertrude.

"Eh, Matthew. Where're your glasses?" He asked. Matthew turned his head, squinting, and stood up. He was very unsteady on his feet, being unable to see and everything blurred. He shuffled over to where the blue blur was.

"Um… Check the floor." He sighed. Tino found his glasses quickly, and Matthew thankfully grabbed them and put them on. "Ah! Lovino, Feliciano! You two are here as well?" Lovino nodded, glaring at Alfred. Alfred was staring at Fritz's eyebrows again. Fritz was looking at Feliciano, who was standing there talking to himself about pasta, eyes shut. Tino closed Gertrude's door, and stood next to Matthew.

"Ah, Mr. Fritz… When do we start?" The Finnish teen asked sweetly.

"Ah. Right. Eh, vollow me." Fritz said, turning and walking into the barn where the five were going to start working.

"Gilbert, up and at 'em." Ludwig kicked at the wall that separated him from his brother. Gilbert was on the ground, asleep. "Gilbert… Oy, Gilbert." He sighed, seeing his brother wasn't about to awake. "Fritz! Gilbert isn't waking up!" He whinnied loudly.

"Was that one of the horses?" A high-pitched voice asked. Ludwig walked to the front of his stall. He put his head out of the opening, and turned his eyes toward the group. An Italian boy, well, the shorter Italian boy, looked excited. Why weren't his eyes open?

"Ah, yes. This good-looking ztud is Ludwig. He is from the Beilschmidt bloodline. Along with his brother, Gilbert." Fritz informed the group as he walked over to where the palomino stood. "And Gilbert is… Sleeping. You five ztay here, I'll be back." Fritz walked toward the end of the corridor. More horses were poking their heads over doors. There was another palomino, a dunskin, and a dark bay who were the first.

"Honhonhon… Gilbert's going to get it." Francis, the other palomino, chortled.

"Shut your face, you stupid frog. Fritz would never hit any of us. He's just going to use bribes, idiot." Arthur, the dunskin, pinned his ears at his neighbor.

"Aw! Look at that little Italian! I bet he likes tomatos!" Antonio whinnied. Francis and Arthur turned their heads.

"Ah, Tonio dear lad… Why do you say that?" Arthur asked.

"Because. I do." Antonio retorted. "And I call dibs on him."

"Fr'tz is g'tt'ng f'd, r't?" Berwald, a lemonsilla stallion, walked to the edge of his door.

"Indeed, Berwald. To wake up our sleeping cremello." Francis flipped his ears. Berwald turned his tired gaze to the humans.

"Alfred…" Matthew said.

"Woah, dude! Look at all of them!" Alfred ignored his brother, turning around to look at the horses on their other side. "It's like they're talking to each other!"

"Zhey ahre." Fritz returned with a bucket that rattled. Some of the horses began to paw at their doors. "In fact, zhey know what is going on. Ah, one moment, please." He walked toward the stall next to Ludwig. Feliciano followed, looking at the palomino.

"You're so pretty!" He said, opening his eyes to get a better look at the stallion. Matthew, Lovino, Alfred, and Tino all stopped. Fritz noticed and shot them a questioning glance. But Feliciano closed his eyes again, and they resumed their movements. Without further ado, Fritz began to bang the bucket against Gilbert's stall door. The cremello stallion's head shot up. As the group watched, he put his front legs forward and heaved. Then he pushed with his back legs and was up. Quicker than they realized, he was at the gate and reaching for the bucket of food. Only Fritz had seen this, many times before, and moved back.

Gilbert's chest slammed against the door, and he pinned his ears.

"Dirty trick, arschloch." Gilbert glared at Fritz. Fritz gave a brief smirk and a shrug.

"Now that we ahre all present and awake, these ahre the stallions. Francis, Arthur, Antonio, and Berwald ahre over there. These two, as you know, ahre Ludwig and Gilbert. In fact, they ahre brothers, though you'd never tell from their personalities. There ahre more horses, but these six ahre the ones you'll mostly be handling for now." Fritz informed the boys. Matthew looked doubtful and a bit nervous. Gilbert's show had installed a new "respect" in him. But he straightened his shoulders after a sigh.

You knew they were dangerous when you told Mom about this. Don't back down now. You don't back down at hockey, you fight. He thought, looking at his eager twin. Only then did he realize that he had been left at the back. With a roll of his eyes, he moved toward the group. He wasn't surprised-people often forgot about him and left him like this.

"Since you'll all be working here, you will be assigned horses." Fritz eyed the boys for a moment before heading to a room. The boys were uncertain if they should follow. After a brief moment of looking at each other they moved to follow. Where Fritz stood, there were rope halters. Each was a different color. Fritz picked out red, blue, green, an icy blue, and a darker green one. He turned to the boys.

"Feliciano," He held out the ice blue halter. The Italian took it with a wide smile, as always. Lovino got the green halter, Tino the blue, and Alfred the dark green. For a moment Fritz looked confused as to why he held a red halter. Then he saw Matthew move. "Matthew." Fritz said and waited for the blonde to grab it. Matthew did so, a small nervous smile on his face. Fritz nodded.

"Now then. Lovino, you get Antonio. He's the dark bay. Alfred, you get Arthur, the dunskin on the right of Toni. Tino, Berwald. The lemonsilla-ehr, the goldish one. Next to Arthur. Feliciano, Ludwig. And Matthew…" Fritz eyed the boy. He was never wrong on these things, but this matchup made him just the slightest bit nervous. Matthew titled his head in a silent question.

"Gilbert."

For those of you who didn't understand Berwald's question, he said "Fritz is getting food, right?"

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