"God, this sucks!"
"It's not so bad, Al. Maybe if you at least tried to like this town, you would find yourself happier."
"I'd still hate it."
Matthew glared at his brother before quickly turning back to the road in front of him. They had been living in Bomont for a whole week and Alfred complained each and every day. He hated this town and especially hated the law that stated people couldn't dance.
He had looked it up and sure enough, there was a law against it. Everyone he had asked, however, wouldn't tell him why the rule was in place. He could tell it wasn't something that had been enacted right when the town began. No, everyone's face held the recollection of a bad memory every time he brought it up. Uncle George avoided every question and had a fit when he discovered Alfred had an iPod. He told the boy to keep it at home and hidden in a drawer. Alfred said he would, but completely ignored his uncle's request. He brought it with him everywhere.
He and Toris became great friends and Vash and Ludwig hung around them as well. As much as the two blondes yelled at Alfred, it was hard to stay away from his spunk and confidence. He hadn't danced on any lunch tables since the incident the previous week, but he would sing in the hallways and try to show people dance moves. He was constantly getting in trouble with the principal and the adults in the town started to greatly dislike the energetic American boy.
For instance, his uncle had managed to get him a job at his friend's hardware shop, but Alfred was fired right away. Toris had come in wanting changed for a dollar and when the owner saw Alfred's hand in the cash register, he freaked out and fired him right away. Even when Alfred tried to explain himself, the only person who believed him was Matthew and his other friends.
Alfred had also joined the wrestling team, but he got into a fight with a few of the other guys and got blamed for causing a fight. When he was yet again dragged to the Principal's office, he was suspended from the team.
He walked into the school, Matthew going the other way to get to his first class. Alfred went to his locker and put his iPod away, then started to unload his books. He was just picking up his books for the first few classes when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up and into bright brown eyes and a smiling face.
"Hi! I'm Feliciano!" the boy greeted in a thick Italian accent. Alfred smiled and stood, holding his books.
"Hey, dude! I'm Alfred F. Jones. Just moved here from Chicago with my brother, Mattie."
"Yes! I know! I saw you dance last week and it was really, really cool!" Feliciano jumped up and down, clapping his hands. Alfred laughed at his enthusiasm until a similar looking boy harshly slapped Feliciano's shoulder and held him down.
"Would you stop jumping around like an idiot?" the other growled. "You'll get in trouble. And what are you doing with him? Are you trying to get detention, Feli?"
"No, but he's cool and I like him!" Feliciano whined. He then turned to Alfred and smiled, taking the other boy's hand off his shoulder and waving it around. "This is my twin brother, Lovino! He's mean, but he can be nice too! Oh, and he has a really bad mouth! But I love him anyway!"
"I don't have a bad mouth, you asshole!" Lovino shouted. Alfred laughed.
"I have a twin too! That's cool, huh? Well, it's nice to meet you two! It's been tough these past few weeks. I'm happy I'm finally starting to make some cool friends who don't want to chop my balls off for wanting to dance."
"Who said we were your friends, bastard?" Lovino growled, but the other two ignore him.
"Yay!" Feliciano shouted, clapping his hands again. "We have a new friend! Isn't that awesome, Lovino? I love making new friends!"
"You made a new friend?" a voice from behind questioned. The twins turned around to face a short blonde boy with emerald green eyes and the thickest eyebrows Alfred had ever seen who was followed by another short Japanese boy. The eyebrow kid was carrying a bunch of books and was wearing khakis and a nice top, much different from what the other kids were wearing. Alfred himself was wearing ripped jeans and a T-shirt. Still, Alfred thought the boy looked pretty hot, even with the eyebrows.
"Hey, dude! Sup? I'm Alfred! Alfred F. Jones. I'm from Chicago."
The green eyed boy looked him up and down before glaring. "Yes, I saw your little show a week ago. I must say, it was pretty good, but you're not going to last long here if you don't stop trying to dance. The law is what it is and I suggest you don't try to change it single handed. You will be struck down." Oh God, he had a British accent. It was probably the sexiest thing Alfred had ever heard.
"Who said I'd be doing it single handed?" Alfred smirked when he got his voice back. "And you didn't introduce yourself. Ain't that a little rude?" The Brit glared.
"First off, 'ain't' isn't a word. And my name is Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."
"Cool! Nice to meet ya, Artie!"
"It's Arthur."
"Artie?"
"No, Arthur."
"Ah! Art?"
"Arthur."
"... Artie?"
Arthur glared dangerously at him and felt about ready to kick this stupid American in the shin, but controlled himself. Alfred, of course, smirked at him as though he knew some funny secret about the other.
"Whatever," Arthur snapped and turned away. "I have to go to class anyway." With that, he stomped off down the hall and out of sight. Alfred laughed.
"He's pretty cool."
"And taken, bastard." Lovino said with a smirk. The Japanese boy and Feliciano glared at the other Italian.
"Taken? Really? Man, I can see why! He's hot!" Alfred smiled, but inside he was a little disappointed.
The Japanese boy laughed bitterly. "You like him, huh? Well, it seems that his boyfriend has far too strong a hold on him. Good luck trying to date him." He sighed and looked down, worried for his friend. "But anyway, I am Kiku Honda. I assume you already met Feliciano-san and Lovino-san?"
"Yeah, nice to meet you, Kiku! And I knew Japanese people used those ending things! I read some manga and... Hey, do you like manga and anime?" Alfred smiled excitedly. Kiku sighed.
"Yes, I do. But please do not stereotype me," he requested, though he was probably the first person someone would think of when talking about a Japanese person.
"Alright, Alright, dude," Alfred laughed. "Still you dudes seem pretty cool. It's nice to meet you." Lovino rolled his eyes, Kiku nodded with a slight bow, and Feliciano clapped his hands happily.
"So, how has your stay in Bomont been?" Kiku asked.
"Horrible," Alfred said in a monotone voice. "I hate it here! It's awful! How can you guys stand to live here?"
"We have been living here nearly our whole lives. I exchanged here when I was young and Lovino-san and Feliciano-san moved here when they were born with their grandfather who is the local priest."
"Ah, I see," Alfred nodded.
"What don't you like it here?" Feliciano asked with a pouty frown.
"It's just... I feel like everyone's watching me." Alfred shuddered and looked around.
"Well, they probably are," Kiku said solemnly. Alfred's eyes asked 'what?' but Feliciano instantly started to speak.
"Careful what you do, someone's onto you!" he said with a frown.
"Careful what you say, bastard," Lovino continued.
"You are on display," Kiku added. "All hours of the night and all hours of the day."
"There's always someone hiding in the great unknown." Feliciano moved over to Alfred and gently touched his shoulder. "And every time you think you're all alone, somebody's watching!"
Kiku moved next to Alfred and touched his other shoulder. "Somebody's eyes are seeing you come and go."
"Somebody is out there, bastard," Lovino glared and stayed where he was, staring down the American. "Waiting for the show. And it isn't the one you put on last week."
"You've got no disguise," Feliciano nodded.
"From somebody's eyes," the three said together.
Alfred looked between them, his eyes holding a confused look. He had no clue what to make of that little dialogue. Surely, no one would actually be watching him like that. That was just creepy and it wouldn't happen... Right? Sure, the town was small and the people mean, but stalking was a little crazy.
"Look, I'm sure I'll be fine guys." Alfred chuckled awkwardly.
"Not in this town," Feliciano replied quickly.
"Dude, you don't know me."
"You don't know Bomont, bastard!" Lovino growled.
"Oh yeah?" Alfred rolled his eyes. "Then please, tell me all the things I 'can't' do in this stupid town."
The three exchanged glances before Feliciano started to speak again. "Well... First off, you gotta be careful how you speak and if someone's mean, turn the other cheek. Lovino has problems with that sometimes." Lovino growled at him, but Feliciano didn't notice. "And... Oh, don't ever think naughty thoughts 'cause if you get caught, you're gonna be in a lot of trouble!"
"And people here can tell whatever shit you're thinking," Lovino added with a mysterious look in his eyes that made Alfred even more uncomfortable.
"Never laugh too loud, never leave a crowd, never dress risque," Kiku listed off.
"And if you have anything to hide, think twice before you go outside," Feliciano finished. "Because somebody's eyes are always, always watching."
Alfred looked at them as though they were crazy. They had officially creeped him out. Now he was going to be paranoid that someone was watching him at all towns. Oh, how he just wanted to stow away on an airplane and go back to Chicago. These boys had given him a million more reasons to hate Bomont even more!
"O-Okay, guys. Uh, t-thanks for the advice... See ya!" Alfred gathered his books and shut his locker, starting to rush off to class.
"Oh, and Alfred?" Kiku called before Alfred could rush off. When he turned around, Kiku had a mischievous smirk on his face. It looked strangely out of place for such a quiet boy.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Welcome to Bomont."
And here's the latest chapter, based off the song Somebody's Eyes. I really like that song. Wish I coulda done it better justice. It's hard when you have three characters to make "sing". One is much easier. Hopefully, two won't be so bad.
And I'm sorry for the mistakes last chapter. I'll get those eventually Dx
Thank you for all of your lovely reviews! Love you all! They mean so, so much to me! Please keep them coming!
