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Genuine Act

Alfred groaned to himself, he hated playing the minor parts in a scene. Sure, each person in every scene was extremely important in their own way, but he wanted to be the main protagonist in each of them! That was the most important character after all.

"Ah, here comes my dear now!" A silver, almost white, haired boy said while gesturing to Alfred.

Alfred really hated this.

"Honey, you're home so early!" Alfred ran up to the boy, trying to keep a scowl off his face. However as soon as the young man's red eyes glanced at him, his mouth twitched until he burst into laughter.

"Mein Gott! Alfred, I can't take you seriously! I'm sorry!"

"Oh shut up, Gil!" Alfred lightly shoved his friend, huffing quietly. "I am a sexy ass lady! Wait, that came out wrong..."

"Damn right you are! How about we take this to the bedroom, my lady?" Gilbert leaned in closer, flashing his ruby eyes at the blond and smirked.

"How about, not even in your dreams dude?" Alfred rolled his eyes and sighed. Gilbert was so immature! Sure it made the blond laugh at times, but not when he fooled around about his sexuality. Alfred was one hundred percent straight, and that was a fact!

"Ai, stop fooling around amigos!" Another boy pepped in, smiling sweetly. He had vibrant green eyes and light brown hair. "I thought Alfred was a lovely mujer!"

"Why thank you, Ton-Wait a minute!" The crowd of teenagers surrounding Alfred burst out into laughter. He couldn't help the shade of pink that began to creep up onto his cheeks. How dare they make fun of him! He was a manly man!

"Hey," a sudden voice interrupted. All heads turned to the speaker, she had blonde hair down to her shoulders and bright green eyes. It was Alfred's friend Lili. "I heard there are a few new students transferring to our school tomorrow!"

"I heard about that too," the taller male next to her spoke. It was Lili's older brother Vash. Alfred thought they looked pretty darn similar when they were standing next to each other. He had identical hair and eyes.

"Why would new students be transferring over in the middle of the semester? I thought transfers weren't allowed anymore!" A peppy Italian popped in. "Not that I'm calling you guys liars of c-course!" He quickly added, suddenly feeling guilty.

"Maybe they did something really bad!" Gilbert jumped in, grinning. "Maybe they killed a man!"

"Don't be stupid dude! If they did, they'd like totally be in jail!" Alfred rolled his eyes at the German, even though he did find the thought exciting. He was the hero and all, even if everyone thought it was just part of the act. Having bad guys to watch over would be so cool!

"It's just what I heard though," Lili frowned and glanced down at the floor. However she was soon smiling again when a gentle hand placed on her shoulder from her brother.

"Well I guess we'll just have to wait and find-" Alfred was quickly cut short.

"Okay class! The bell is about to ring, get ready! I hope you all have a lovely day!" Elizabeta suddenly called out, smiling sweetly at all her students. Roderich was behind her, cleaning his hands with a small white handkerchief. That man was so clean, it was going to be the death of him, or so Alfred thought.

After a few 'goodbyes' and 'see ya later's Alfred walked over to a boy identical to himself. The teenager was in the corner sitting down with a white polar bear toy in his lap.

"Hey Mattie!" Alfred called out to his brother, grinning and offering his hand out to help the boy up. The brother looked up at the peppy blond and smiled.

"Hey Alfred," he whispered, or at least it sounded like a whisper to Alfred. His brother was always so low. He wished his brother would speak up more often, sometimes he felt like he needed a hearing aid.

"Hey how was your practice scene today?" The American helped his brother to his feet as the other's hand placed in his.

"It went well, Kiku and Heracles are really comfortable to be around. I wish we were in the same group more often-"

"Mattie, you know you need to make more friends, right?" Alfred cut in and sighed. He really didn't like how isolated his brother was from most people. It was strange, Matthew was actually the captain of the hockey team. People seemed to know him when he was on the ice, but when he was off of it he seemed to disappear. Alfred hated it. Sometimes people just forgot he existed and it made Alfred sick.

"I know..." Matthew looked down at his bear, fiddling with one of it's ears. Alfred sighed and shook his head, deciding to drop the topic. Instead he wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulder and led them off the stage to grab their things. After they gathered their belongings they exited as soon as the bell rang. Theater was their last class of the day, so they headed straight home as they left the school building.

The rest of Alfred's day was uneventful and he thought it couldn't have gone by any slower. He fell asleep that night fairly quickly, boredom having filled him completely. Really, they should create a device that would just magically clear boredom, Alfred thought. He collapsed quickly onto his bed, pulled his Superman blanket up to his chin, and closed his eyes. He was out in no more than three minutes. Except this night was different, something happened that usually didn't. He dreamed.

Alfred was running, or at least that's what it seemed like. He didn't feel his feet touch the ground, but he was moving forward. He felt free, he felt like a bird. He didn't know why, but he really wanted to fly. He was surrounded by sunflowers as he ran down a path of green grass. He wasn't sure why he was running, but it felt like he had to do something very important.

The wind brushed by his face, flinging his hair in a wild dance. He thought he'd feel cold with the wind, but instead he felt warm. It was odd, but he didn't mind. He had a huge smile plastered on his face, he noticed. Wherever he was going, he didn't question it. No one could be that happy to be running to any sort of danger.

After a few minutes of what seemed like just running, Alfred stopped. He gazed past the green opening before spotting a figure in the distance. He wasn't sure who it was, but he looked like a small boy. He took off running again, this time towards the person. He didn't feel tired at all! He could keep running forever, it seemed.

He stood a few feet away from the figure, glancing over his features carefully. He was young, around seven. He had pale skin, almost like snow, and a very light pink scarf wrapped around his neck. He had on a long beige coat, which was odd because it felt warm to Alfred. His hair was was an ash blond color. He didn't think he ever saw this boy before, yet he suddenly felt a surge of happiness fill his body.

"Vanya!" He yelled, without even noticing. Was that his name? How did he know the boy's name though? The young boy's eyes flickered, looking up with an amethyst color in them. His mouth quickly grinned, offering a hand out.

"Fredka, you kept me waiting." The boy responded, but it sounded hazy.

"It's been too long."

Alfred's eyes shot open, inhaling a deep clump of air.

"Alfred! Bloody hell, are you okay? It's time to get ready for school." Alfred gazed up a the familiar voice, emerald eyes piercing through his own.

"Oh, hey dad! Yeah, sorry about that! I just had this weird dream," Alfred trailed off. He didn't have time to explain the dream to his father, even if he did offer to hear. He quickly stood and nodded to his dad, signaling that we was all right. After the Englishman left the room, Alfred dragged himself out his bedroom door.

His feet were bare, he liked it that way. He felt good when they hit the cold floor with each step. Arthur was always nagging to him how it wasn't healthy, not with the floors they had. Something about feet problems, but Alfred didn't listen. It made him feel good. He raised his hand to his mouth to yawn, closing his eyes in the process. He was still very tired.

He opened his eyes after a moment, having walked down the narrow hallway to the bathroom. He reached his arm out and gripped the doorknob, only to find that it was closed. He grunted and shook his head, "Mattie? Mattie are you in there?"

A quick yelp from behind the door confirmed his thoughts. "Sorry Al! I'll be right out!"

It took only a couple of seconds for the door to shoot open, Alfred's Canadian twin standing there with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Alfred was American while his brother was Canadian. It was a funny story actua-

"I'll be waiting outside, okay?" Mattie spoke, interrupting his thoughts. Alfred hummed and nodded, his brother running past him so fast he probably didn't even see. The American stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, quickly relinquishing himself of clothing. He sighed happily when his final garment slipped off to the floor, his American flag boxers of course. He liked to think of himself as a patriotic young man.

He stepped into the shower and turned both the hot and cold water on. He shuddered as the cold water hit him first before it substantially warmed up. He smiled and reached out for the soap on the dish. He began scrubbing at his arms, legs, chest, and private areas. As he was thinking before...

While he was American, Matthew was Canadian. Reason for this is they both had different fathers, and different birth places. Alfred's father is Arthur, who is English. However, Alfred's mother made an unexpected delivery in America while on a visit from England. He learned his mother died during child birth, and eventually finding no reason to return back to England, Arthur stayed in the United States until he too was able to become a citizen. He wanted to start knew, he'd tell Alfred, so what better place than the land of the free?

On the other hand, Matthew's father is a man named Francis. He is French, and looks a lot like his son. Francis had moved to Canada around a year before Matthew was born with his wife. However, after the blond was born, his mother left. She never said goodbye, Francis would tell Matthew and Alfred at times. His face would be filled with such grief, as if he felt like it was his fault.

Basically in the end, Francis and Arthur found each other, thought the kids were great together, the Frenchman moved in with the Englishman in America, and got married as soon as they were able to. Which took awhile, considering they didn't live in a place previously where gay marriage was legal. Alfred had no conflict with the fact he had two fathers, nor did Matthew. Someone should be able to love whoever they want, Alfred thought. Of course, he himself is straight.

Once again his thoughts were ended when a tapping sound filled the bathroom.

"Alfred, are you still in there mon cher?" A thick French accented man asked from the other side of the door. "You're going to be late!"

Alfred reached over and shut off the water, nodding even though his father couldn't see. "Coming!"

He hopped out of the tub and wrapped a towel over his waist, quickly running out of the bathroom to his room. He was in such a rush he didn't notice the group of boys waiting for him. He froze when he saw the group, eyes growing wide.

"What are you guys doing here?" Alfred frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you not happy to see the awesome me, Alfred?" Gilbert grinned as he was sitting back on Alfred's bed. He glanced Alfred over and winked. "What a nice surprise, maybe you did know we were coming!" He whistled at Alfred, laughing in his strange way.

"Shut up, Gil! Seriously dude, what's with all this?" Alfred barked, clenching his fists. He had anger problems. He wasn't afraid to admit it. He had a patience tank of zero.

"We thought it'd be nice if we all walked to school!" An Italian boy peeked his head out from under Alfred's bed. How long had Feliciano been hiding?

"Bro! My private stuff is under there! Get out!" Alfred whined, crouching down to grip Feliciano's hand and pulled him out.

"Got porn under there?" Antonio hopped in, grinning.

"No way, he probably has his secret photos of the awesome me under there!" Gilbert joined in.

"Alfred, your crotch is in my face! It's nice and all, but could you back away?" Feliciano pouted, looking up Alfred's towel as he crouched.

Oh, now Alfred was seething with anger. He abruptly stood up and extended an arm out, pointing to the door. "Get out." He nearly snarled, the boy's faces slightly growing concerned for their own well being. The three nodded before shuffling out the door, Feliciano even closed it behind him.

"Do you think he'll kill us?" Feliciano could be heard from beyond the door, making Alfred roll his eyes.

Man were his friends annoying.

mon cher- My dear

Mujer- Woman