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Here is Chapter 2!
Sommeone poked his head. He could feel it.
.poke
"Ouch Mattie! That's the place you hit me with your hockey stick this morning!" yelled the American ath his brother, who smiled kindly..
"It's lunch time…" whispered the Canadian softly.
-a7minuteswalklater-
When they sat at their lunch table some of their friends joined them. Gilbert, Francis and Antonio, a guy from Spain with a strange obsession for tomatoes, were the so-called 'Bad Touch Trio' Alfred started to chat with these three.
After a few minutes a flying polar bear moved to their table. The American screamed "It's a ghost!" The blonde with ahoge gained the attention of the whole cafetaria. Antonio even stopped eating his tomato.
Gilbert laughed. "Junge, you should really see your face right now. That's not a ghost, but Matthew. It's not awesome to not notice his little Bruder." Said the albino to the still shocked American.
"B- But Mattie was right by my side the whole time." Alfred shivered slightly. He looked to the polar bear and noticed his brother was indeed standing there, holding his pet polar bear Kumajirou.
The older twin hugged his brother. " Mattie, where have you been? I thought you were taken by the ghost!"
The Spainiard laughed about the American's reaction. "I don't think things like that could possibly happen, mi amigo." He took another bit of his tomato.
Matthew coked out a "Can't breath." and was released by his brother. "I've just been to the toilet. You don't need to worry that much." He whispered and the loud, annoying voice of Alfred filled his ears.
"The hero is not afraid of anything! You should know that Mattie." The American grinned, but in fact he was afraid of his brother leaving him.
Alfred's and Matthew's parents divorced when they were four years old. Their father won custody over Matthew and moved back to his home country, Canada. Their father died some days before their thirteenth birthday and Matthew moved back to the States.
"Stop being so damned loud, you stupid yank." Said Arthur while arriving at their table.
The older glasses wearing blonde smiled at the Briton. "Hey Artie!" said the boy cheerfully while the other glared at him.
"It's still Arthur to you." Athe American pouted. His friends laughed.
"Kesese, little Alfred is such a poor excuse for a hero!" said Gilbert mockingly. That was the point when Alfred started arguing with the Prussian about their awesomeness.
The others sighed and went back to their activities, ignoring Matthew again.
Francis and Arthur started a somewhat casual conversation. That was almost impossible, because the French added a perverted statement after every sentence.
The two arguing males stopped their verbal fight after a while and talked to their friends. Well mostly Gilbert claiming how awesome he was. Alfred listened to Arthur and Francis.
"So, pretty much has changed since I went back to England." Said the Briton, thinking for a while. The other boy nodded shortly, looking kind of distracted.
Arthur glared at the wavy-haired blond. "Are you even listening to me, you frog eater?" yelled the islander angrirly.
"Your curves are so sexy, mon cheri~" sang the French, earning a punch to his sides from the boy besides him.
Alfred watched them with a fascinated look. He set one of his ellbows on the table and rested his head on it.
"Your eyebrows are so…bushy." said the American dreamily. The statement was supposed to sound like a compliment, but it failed its effect. Arthur took his cup of tea and poured its contents on the American.
"HOT!" screamed Alfred in pain, taking off his t-shirt. The Briton turned around fast, but the American could see Arthur's ears turning red. He also noticed girls giggling and staring at him.
The glasses wearing blond grinned cockily. "Like what you see?" Gilbert ran to the shirtless male and snorted.
"You don't have a body as awesome as mine." Said the albino, also taking of his shirt. Both of the boys posed.
"Are you, really just doing what I think you are doing?" asked Matthew quitely. But the attention fell to the two half naked males. It seemed like the Prussian heard him though. "You have to admit that I have the most awesome body! Ich bin einfach geil!"
„No, you don't. That's because I am the hero and the hero always has the most awesome body!" The American talked back to the albino.
"Mes amis, the day is too tres bien to compare your bodies, non? Just sit back and relax~" said Francis. The two arguing males did what the French said, but seemed slightly angy when they sat down.
Alfred turned to Arthur. "You'll have to wash my shirt, Artie." The younger male grinned.
The Briton rolled his eyes. "Of course, Alfred. And I'm going to embroider the word 'hero' on it as well." Every word sounded sarcastic, but obviously the American didn't notice.
His eyes sparkled. "Really? That would be so great!" Arthur slapped his forehead.
"I didn't mean it, you twat!" The English student glared at the other boy, whose smile fell immediately after he heard that. Alfred looked like a kicked puppy.
"Look what you did, amigo. Now Al is sad and he won't smile ever again!" Antonio looked to Arthur smiling.
"The Briton sighed. And took the American's shirt. "Follow me." He told the younger boy. The pair left the cafeteria to go to the restromm, where the transfer student tried to clean the sandy blond's shirt.
Both of them didn't exchange glances and words, when they walked to a smell park near the school grounds. The students sat down under a tree, side by side, while Arthur started with his embroidery.
After about an hour the older boy had finished his work. He hold up the shirt and smiled together with Alfred.
Please don't kill me for this chapter xDI had kind of a writer's block when I wrote this, but one of my friends helped me with idea's.
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Words:
Bruder – brother
Ich bin einfach geil! – I'm just that awesom / I'm just that horny (But he is supposed to say the first one xDD)
amigo – friend
mi amigo – my friend
mon cheri – my darling