Sex, Drugs, and Money Ch. 3

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(a/n): Ok so first things first; thank you to everyone who has favorited and subscribed and reviewed! It's nice to know that people actually like my story :D but if you really like it then you should totally review because reviews give me motivation to write this story and they make me feel all fuzzy inside.

Next, I know it has been 8 months in the story and some people want to know what happened during those 8 months and I will go into detail in little things I like to call 'Filler Chapters', or, in my world, chapters I will post when I can't think of anything else to write. Sooooo if you guys wanna see a filler for a certain event (ex. birthdays, holidays, special events, etc.) then just leave a little suggestion in the reviews.

Lastly, I present to you CHAPTER 3 (I have lots of free time)! This is longer than my others but will probably become the norm (or the minimum depending on the chapter). This story is probably gonna be long so I hope you all stick with me to the end :D

Now without further ado, Chapter 3 everyone. Please enjoy.


Matthew followed behind his brother as Alfred led the way to the backyard to have lunch. Matthew usually ate lunch with his brother because Alfred didn't really mind his maple sryrup addiction. Even though it had already been eight months, Matthew didn't want to gross anybody out as they watched him pour maple syrup onto almost all of his food items.

They sat down under one of the bigger trees, leaned against it, and began eating. The weather was cool, a light breeze ruffling the boys' hair. Alfred complained how all the wind would mess up his hair and make Nantucket loose it's shape. Matthew sighed. He didn't know why but his brother had named the curl on his head that just wouldn't go down. How he got the name Nantucket was beyond him. And why on Earth he named his favorite pair of glasses Texas? He had absolutely no clue either. At least he wasn't the only one. Eliza had told him that Roderich had named his curl Mariazell, like the city in Austria. Apparently, he really liked winter sports.

Matthew looked up at his super long curl that flailed slightly in the wind. Why would anyone want to name their curl? Matthew found it alittle strange but accepted it nevertheless. Alfred was alittle strange, eccentric, idiotic, crazy, but damn it all he was his brother and he loved him, despite the teensy weensy little fact that he owed the German mafia FOUR MILLION DOLLARS and dragged Matthew to Germany so that he wouldn't have to go it alone. Matthew sighed again.

"Hey Mattie," called Alfred beside him, half of his food already eaten. "Didn't I tell you to stop zoning out? And anyway, why would you zone out when you're having lunch with your heroic older brother?"

"Uh, sorry Al," Matthew replied. Had he been zoning out again? He had started doing that alot lately, especially earlier when he thought- Matthew shook the thought out of his head as a light blush spread across his face. "S-so," he started, trying to change the subject and get his mind off of earlier. "Tomorrow's our day off."

"Oh yeeaah. I completely forgot,"

"How could you forget-"

"I completely forgot to ask you about tomorrow Mattie!" he burst out. "Didn't you say that you and Mathias were going out or something?" he asked excitedly.

"Uh yeah," replied Matthew. "We were gonna go drinking. He said there was this cool nightclub somewhere and that we could go and, you know," Matthew trailed off.

Alfred's jaw dropped. "What?" he yelled. Matthew jumped at the volume of his brothers voice. "Aren't you guys gonna go to that cool bar that we always go to?"

Matthew looked at his brother, a confused look on his face. He had indeed said that he and his old Danish college buddy, Mathias, were going to go out and do some drinking like they always did on day offs, but he had never specified where. Why did Alfred suspect that they were going to the Oase? Sure they had good service and beer and drinks that the brothers new and could pronounce, but they went there all the time. 'Surely Alfred wouldn't care if they went to a different place' he had told himself.

Apparently, he was wrong. Alfred looked ready to throw a full-on tantrum, complete with waterworks and limb flailing. Matthew sighed. "If you have a problem Alfred, take it up with Mathias. He IS our ride," he said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Alfred's face fell even more (if that was possible). "But he never listens to me! If I say to do something he does the opposite! And when I try to do that reverse psychology thing it doesn't work!" he whined. Matthew sighed again. It seemed like all he was doing these days was sighing.

"Well that's not my problem Alfred," he said, looking in front of him.

"B-but, can't you help me out Mattie? We ARE brothers after all," Alfred said, making his best puppy dog eyes. 'Fuck' Matthew always fell for the 'we're brothers' speech Alfred frequently gave. They were brothers. And brothers watched out for each other blah blah blah. That whole speech was what had gotten him to go to Germany in the first place. Matthew sighed YET AGAIN and turned to Alfred.

"F-fine," he said, lowering his head in defeat. Alfred raised a fist in the air in celebration. "But," Matthew started. "But why exactly are you so hellbent on going to that bar all the time Al? All you do is drink, get drunk, and bug the bartenders." he finished.

Matthew saw a light blush of pink spread across his brothers face. "W-well," he started shakily. He cleared his throat and started again. "Well cuz the bartenders at Oase are super cool Mattie. Plus they know us so they won't throw us out when you and Mathias get drunk and try to start doing jello shots out of other peoples shot glasses," he laughed.

Matthew blushed. "That-that was only one time because you had taken Arthur's attention and nobody else would serve us!" he yelled, then he stopped. Arthur. The only bartender there that seemed to be willing to serve the trio AND drive the home afterwards when they all got too wasted to even realize they were naked in the women's bathroom. (Mathias had just been dumped and something about women being better with breakups and would at least have breakup sex with him. Whatever that means). It also happened that Alfred was alway bothering ARTHUR. He barely paid attention to the other bartenders (occasionally he would flirt with one of the female ones but he would always keep his attention on Arthur).

Matthew couldn't help but wonder if maybe...his brother...liked...Arthur. He had no problem with people who played for the other team but to think that his brother was one...was a little shocking. He looked back at his brother. "So will ya talk to Mathias, Mattie?" Alfred asked, his eyes glimmering with hope.

"I-I," Matthew started. "Yeah Al. I will," he said softly. He could understand his brothers feelings. Always wanting to go hang out at the place your crush worked. Wanting to be close to them. Always catch their eye as they did their job. Watch them as they did their job with a giant smirk and foul language. Wanting to see them prove that they're not just talk and can actually beat the shit out of you single-handedly cuz they were just that awesome and no one was awesomer than- Matthew stopped. His eyes widened as he realized exactly what it was his was thinking of.

"Awesome! You're the best Mattie!" Alfred shouted, throwing himself on Matthew and holding him in a super strong hug.

"A-Al. I can't..breath," Matthew said, trying to push his brother off and catch his breath. Alfred just laughed his laugh and soon, Matthew couldn't help but laugh along with him as Alfred loosened his grip on his brother.

"What are you guys doing?" someone shrieked from their side.

Alfred spoke first, wiping the tears from his eyes. "What does it look like? The hero and his sidekick are having a brotherly moment." Matthew wiped the tears from his eyes and looked up to see who was talking.

He saw Chelles standing just to the side, hands on her cheeks, her mouth open in shock. "Guys!" she yelled. "Lunch ended a while ago and you're STILL out here! If you don't hurry back to work Mr. Beilschmidt will be super upset!" Matthew looked at his wristwatch and his eyes widened.

"Oh my god," Matthew said worriedly as he picked up his stuff. "It IS late. Come on Al, we gotta go." Alfred grunted in displeasure but got up anyway.

Michelle led the way back to the house and took the boys trash so that they could go back to work before they got in trouble. Matthew thanked her and apologized several times while Alfred gave her a thumbs up. Michelle informed them that Alfred was needed out in the yard to help Sadiq, one of the gardeners, with some stubborn weeds and unwanted roots. Alfred put his hands on his hips and laughed heroically.

"Hang on Sadiq! The hero is on his way!" he yelled. He turned and ran back the way they came to the yard. Matthew looked at Chelles and apologized for Alfred but she just laughed it off.

She told Matthew that he wasn't really needed for anything so he could go and relax until someone did need him. Matthew thanked Chelles for all her help and turned to walk away.

Matthew walked to the front of the house which seemed to be the most peaceful place in the whole place. Sun shone through the glass doors and, along with the open windows, lit the foyer up perfectly. He walked closer to the door to gaze outside and the beautiful landscape that surrounded the front of the house. At first glance it didn't look as if it was inhabited by mafioso's, not even the interior looked the part. But when you got to the backrooms and offices, you could clearly tell that these people were not to be messed with.

Matthew put his hands on the glass as he leaned closer to look outside. Just then the door opened, seemingly on it's own, and Matthew caught himself before he fell on his face. He turned his head to see Berwald the intimidating looking but actually really nice doorman. "B-Berwald?" he said surprised, holding his heart and trying to relax. "Y-you scared me."

Berwald looked at him. "S'ry," he said, putting his hand on Matthew's shoulders trying to help steady him.

"It's ok," Matthew replied. "I-is there something wrong?" Berwald raised an eyebrow. "Y-you don't usually come inside. D-do you need something?" he asked politely. It was true, Berwald usually stayed outside the house to open the door and possibly scare clients before they even got in the house. He had a little chair for when he got tired of standing and they weren't really expecting anyone, and his lunch was brought out to him. Matthew had brought it to him once. That was when he learned that Berwald wasn't really that scary, but he WAS hard to understand.

"Need'd the br'm." Berwald said. "Dr'veways lookin' alittle d'rty." Berwald softly pushed Matthew into the house and reached over for the broom that was always leaning against the wall by the door.

"I-I'll do it," Matthew said, reaching for the broom. "I don't really have anything else to do." Berwald looked intently at Matthew, who then began to sweat. Berwald was a nice guy and all, but he was still really scary.

"You s're?" he asked. Matthew nodded. Berwald walked back outside to his spot by the door and let Matthew through. Matthew walked down to the beginning of the driveway and started sweeping dirt into the grass or onto the street.

Matthew worked diligently, making sure he got all the dirt off one part before moving to another. His mind drifted to tomorrow and what he would be doing, how he would have to convince Mathias to go to Oase and not that club he initially had wanted to go to, and how he had thought about understanding Alfred's feelings about watching the guy he liked while they worked. And then he remembered. While explaining to himself how he understood his brother, he had started thinking about-

"M'tth'w," Berwald called from his place at the door. Matthew's head immediately turned to see him, his face glowing red. "G'lb'rt needs ya."

Gilbert.

"O-oh. Alright," he said slowly, his head down and his face red. He walked over to Berwald and handed him the broom. "Sorry I couldn't finish," he apologized softly.

"'ts ok," said Berwald, taking the broom from the Canadian. "S'methin' the matt'r?" he asked Matthew as he opened the door.

"N-no, I'm fine," Matthew forced a smile as he entered the house and closed the front door behind him.

Matthew walked through the hallways, up some stairs, and into a few wrong doors until he finally got to Gilbert's study. Knocking on the door, Matthew felt his heart start to race. 'Why am I so nervous?' he asked himself. When there was no response, he knocked again, and again, and again, until he just decided to open the door. He opened it slowly and peered inside.

He was 'greeted' by Gilbert flicking a paper triangle off the edge of his desk and Gilbird flying in cicles above his head. Matthew sighed. 'Should've known'. "Uh, Gil," he started. "You wanted to see me?" Gilbert looked up from his paper flicking.

"Ah, hey Birdie!" he said, getting up. "Bout time you got here," Gilbert walked to the front of his desk and leaned against it. Gilbird stopped flying in circles and flew ungracefully out the door. Matthew shut the door behind him (and Gilbird) and walked further into the room towards one of the chairs in front of Gilbert's desk, and, at the moment, in front of Gilbert. Matthew was about to sit down when Gilbert grabbed his shirt. "You don't need to sit Birdie, Its not gonna take that long," said Gilbert. He pushed himself off the desk and moved closer to Matthew, never letting go of his shirt, a huge smirk on his face.


(a/n): END CHAPTER! You all probably hate me right now XDD I'm such a fucking tease man.

I managed to get some mentions of USUK in there so I'm really happy, and I also got some more PruCan in there, especially at the end.

And the mystery doorman's identity is revealed. Its Berwald! Bet you didn't see that coming huh? And holy crap did I just put Sadiq (Turkey) in there? I think I did!

Quick note: Mariazell is a small city in Austria that is well known for winter sports, so that's why I put that in there. Mathias is Denmark. Maybe I will get some Denmark/Norway in this story after all :D also Oase (the name of the bar) is German for Oasis (because I have absolutely no naming sense what-so-ever).

I had such a hard time deciding how to end this chapter but I decided, like any good mafia story, that suspense was the best way to go and I'm alittle happy about it (all though I'm still doubting it)

Thanks for reading and please review. Reviews help me feel better about my decision and will help me update the next chapter quicker! :3