Er... Hey guys. Here's the second chapter of TLaA. I'm not too fond of this one, but I had to get it over with, didn't I? The next chapter will hopefully be better!
If Hetalia were mine... Well, to be honest, America and England would've f***ed by now.
"Hey Matt," Alfred waved to his twin sibling, who was packing up his hockey gear by the time he and Arthur arrived at the stadium. Arthur looked at Alfred, then Matthew, then Alfred again.
"You two look the same…" he concluded.
"'Cause we're twins. Uh, we were born like that…"
Matthew smiled politely as he walked up to the two. "Hi Al. Is this Arthur?" He tilted his head to the side. "Huh… So this is an android?"
"Yup… Artie, say hello."
"Hello," Arthur repeated rather bluntly. Matthew chuckled.
"So how was your day, bro?" Alfred asked nonchalantly. He and Matthew began a conversation about school and so forth, leaving Arthur to look about the stadium. Until something caught his eye.
'HOCKEY TOURNAMENT NEXT FRIDAY! GO TEAM!'
Curious, Arthur tugged on the American teen's sleeve like a child asking his mommy for candy. "Alfred…"
The blonde looked away from his brother for a moment, facing the android, smiling. "Oh, what is it Artie?"
"What is 'hockey'?"
"WHAAAAT?" Matthew flipped out upon hearing this. "How can you not know what hockey is?" he yelled, grabbing Arthur's shoulders and shaking them.
"Hey, hey, Matt! Calm down! He's a ROBOT, remember?" Alfred shouted just as loud, causing his twin to let go of Arthur. "S-Sorry…" he smiled weakly at the green-eyed boy. "I kinda get protective of hockey… It's my favorite sport."
"It's okay. I was only curious. Oh, and Alfred?"
Blue eyes blinked. "Yeah?"
"I am not a re-programmable multi-functional manipulator. I am a wholly organic, yet artificial, creation designed to imitate humans."
Now both twins made a "Huh?" noise, staring at Arthur as though he'd recited Romeo and Juliet in Latvian. Arthur concluded that they hadn't understood him, so he restated himself.
"I am not a robot. I am an android. There is a difference."
"Ooooooh! Why didn't ya just say so?"
"I thought you would've understood… Um, could you answer my question now? About hockey?"
Matthew perked up. "It's only the greatest sport ever!" he exclaimed happily, blissfully ignoring Alfred's snicker of, "except baseball."
"I'm on our school's hockey team, so I know what I'm talking about!" he bragged. Arthur nodded.
"… School?"
The American next to him laughed. "You really don't know anything, huh?" This caused the android to throw him an exhausted glance. "Why do you think I'm here…?"
Alfred paused, looking at Arthur, who was staring at him with tired eyes. "What…?"
"Never mind. We completed our objective, yes? We got Matthew. Now we can go home…" It was clear to Matthew that Arthur didn't want to talk now. "Yeah, Al, let's go home." Alfred's blue-eyed stare was filled with confusion, but he slowly nodded, and the three headed out the stadium door.
"So, Alex, how did pauvre Arthur react to your family?" Anton asked, smirking at the eye twitch he got as a reward.
"Shut. Up."
"That wasn't very nice, Alex."
"Alexander. You can only call me ALEXANDER. And if your snobby French mind must know, Alfred was the only one home, and he and Arthur got along very well."
Anton made a suggestive giggle. "Ohoho~ So your son is into that, then?"
"What? No, your freaking frog, he just got well-acquainted with Arthur!"
"How well-acquainted?"
Alexander turned beet red. "Stop making porn scripts out of my words! You pervert!"
Anton didn't answer, he only smirked again as he left Alexander's office. "Oh, and one last thing, Alex?"
He sighed. "What? What the hell do you want now?"
"I heard from the boss that Arthur isn't the only android. Apparently, he's made others. Do you know anything about that?"
Alexander was quiet for a while, which shocked Anton. Finally, he spoke.
"Heracles Karpusi, Elizaveta Herdervary, and Antonio Carriedo. Arthur is not alone. Now leave my office."
Anton, puzzled, was then ushered out by a now-reticent Alexander.
"That reminds me Arthur," Matthew spoke as the three ate dinner that night (McDonald's take-out, which Alfred had insisted upon, and Arthur actually found pretty good). "Will you be going to our school? I mean, to learn more about humans."
"… Yes, I believe your father mentioned school being a necessary research location."
"Huh… So you're starting Monday, then?" Alfred asked with a face full of fries.
"I suppose. He said I was already enrolled."
"Oh, okay…" A few minutes of comfortable silence followed.
"Wait!" Alfred suddenly shouted. "What about clothes?"
"What about clothes?" Arthur blinked.
"Oh yeah!" Matthew tapped his palm with his fist. "That's your only outfit, isn't it? You'll need some more clothes."
"Ah… Is that… so?" Arthur looked down at his body. A plain white t-shirt and shorts. What else would he wear?
"I guess we'll go to the mall tomorrow." Matthew suggested. And before Arthur could even ask, Alfred said, "A mall is a place where you buy all sorts of stuff, Arthur. It's really cool! … Hey! I should invite Kiku! He'd love to see you!"
"Kiku?" Arthur repeated.
"Alfred, is telling Kiku alright? I mean, would dad let us?"
"It'll be fine! Kiku wouldn't blab!"
"Who is Kiku?" Arthur asked again, louder.
"Oh, my buddy from school! He's pretty awesome! Smart too!" And Alfred went on, telling Arthur about a Japanese teenager named Kiku Honda. Arthur couldn't help but feel… what was this? As the American went on, with the cheerful joy in his eyes while talking about Kiku, Arthur felt his artificial heart twist up, causing a painful clench. 'What… What is this…?'
"We have to ask dad first, Alfred."
"Fine!" Alfred pouted. "I'll ask when he gets back."
For some reason, Arthur didn't want him to.
R&R plz!
