Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or characters associated with Hetalia.
A.N. Finally making an update to this one. . lack of reviewing made me lag a little. XD Not to mention the moving issue I've had. Ah well. I'm moved in now, and finally leaving the bedroom after a few days. I actually ate today! Isn't that awesome! Ya.. anyway~ hopefully you'll notice the time skip I've made from those first few chapters. I'm trying to keep the scenario more realistic (in my logic anyway), so events are tiny and small.. ish. *shrugs* hahaha... ya... T_T I want some chocolate milk.. anyone have some! again.. I'm really really sorry if this seems rushed or whatever. Just give me some feedback and I'll be able to judge on this better.
... 7 weeks later
"Gil, can you push that thing over here? The stock on this shelf is low."
"What? This thing?" Alfred rolled his eyes and nodded.
"Duh." The trolly that was stocked full of horror movies, was rolled over towards Alfred quite quickly, and ended up hitting his leg. "Ouch! Damnit Gil!"
"Well, with such awesome strength like mine, you should have expected it."
"Oh shut up and just slap one of those sale stickers on your face. Maybe someone will buy you."
"Damn right, they'd buy me! I'm so awesome!" Alfred waved a hand in irritation at the other. There was no way that loser was more awesome then himself, but fighting about it in the middle of a video store wasn't heroic. It was cowardly. Why? Because it wasn't a fair chance for Gilbert to fight. Especially since all the costumers would have taken his side. Al was certian of that, so what winning to Gil in that situation prove? Nothing.
Alfred continued to stock the movies up. Making sure to leave absolutely no room for his boss to call him out for slacking. Stuffy jerk off. He grabbed a fist full of the latest releases and shoved them into place, making sure the titles on the spine of the cover were facing outwards so customers could see it.
A few of these movies, Al was hoping he could use his discount and either rent or buy. He absolutely had to see some of these. He pulled out a ghost one... except for that one. He didn't think he needed to see that one, and no one was looking. So he quickly put it away. Don't need to be the hero if there was no one there to save. Right? Right.
Once all that was sorted, the American took the trolly and pushed it towards the backroom.
"Jones! I need to speak with you. NOW!" Alfred blinked as the office door slammed shut. He hadn't even noticed it being opened. He hadn't even noticed the short, sandy blonde Brit with angry eyebrows standing in the door frame. Now what he couldn't figure out was what he had done.
He continued his business and thought, to hell with the 'now' rule. He went into the back and set the trolly in its place. Taking a few boxes and setting them ontop to be sorted through and shevled later. He smiled at them fondly as if to say he would watch each and every one of them later before he turned out the light and made his way, grudgingly, to the office.
He knocked a few times on the door with a heavy sigh.
"Sir? Mr. Kirkland? Its Al~" He grabbed the door knob and gave it a turn. Opening it a slight crack and poking his head inside. Wonderous blue eyes scanning the room for the green eyed monster that dwell within.
"Well come in damnit! Next time I tell you now, I mean NOW not later!"
"Ya, sorry.. What did you want?" The Englishman sputtered a little.
"Do not talk to me like you are my superior, you brat! Sit down." Alfred sighed and took a seat. Blinking up at the shorter man with a smile that read 'hurry up'. Arthur eyed him a moment before he got up from his place. Walking towards the door and closing it with a click.
"Look, if this is about the sandwich thing... It wasn't my fault. Gilbert took it from me and tried to flush it. It wasn't my idea-"
"Shut up. Though I need to have a word with the two of you about that. No, this is about something else." He stated, moving around his emmaculate desk and taking a seat in the fine chair that rested behind it. He took a minute to compose himself properly before speaking while Al sat there expecting something. Though he wasn't so sure what. He was expecting maybe to get yelled at. For what? For that staff discount video policy that he had invented for himself. Course, that had him in trouble a few times, he assumed Arthur had simply caved and made it policy since Al just didn't stop doing it.
"... Well?" He encouraged after several long moments of silence.
"I recieved another phonecall from your roommate-"
"boyfriend."
"Yes. He didn't sound too well, and he was asking for you again. Is he doing alright? This is the seventh time he has called within the passed few days."
"Who?"
"You're roommate."
"Lover."
"What?" the Englishman started to get a little flustered with the game this other was playing.
"The one I have sex with almost nightly." Arthur turned red and shifted his gaze to focus on his tea while Alfred just laughed. He always loved this little game. How fast can I make him blush? It was his favourite.
"Bloody sakes! Damnit, just call him! He is sick." It wasn't as if Arthur had no clue, or as if he cared a great deal. He just didn't want to hear about it. "Take the boy to hospital. There is something wrong with him, and I'm this damned close to hiring someone to cover the work you miss!"
"Calm the hell down old man. Jeez." He said, getting up out of the chair and heading towards the door. Closing it behind him roughly.
Matthew was pale. Shaking a little. That morning had been another shakey one. Tremors that shook his frame that had become so frail in such a short period of time, forced him to stay seated or laying down where he was. He had really been hoping that this day would have been one of his better ones.
The blonde was curled up on the couch in the livingroom. All the lights in the house were on, even though it was the middle of the day. His stuffed bear was hugged tightly in his arms, trying to get warmth from the fuzzy companion along with the blanket he was bundled in.
He was aching. He was aching all over and he felt feverish. His body quaking in a cold that didn't seem to exsist for everyone else. A cold that didn't exsist for his brother. The thermostate was turned up as high as it would go, and yet the temperature was well over 45 degrees* outside. He was balled up in his warm fortress before he heard the front door. A surprised look overcame the Canadian's weakened visage. It hadn't been that long since he called Al's work. Had it?
"... Al? Are you home?" Calling out quietly from where he was. He frowned, thinking he heard some shuffling, he pulled his blanket in close and his bear and toddled towards the porch of the house. Peering inside, there was nothing. A frown creased his brow and he stepped through the doorway and into the porch. Staring at the front door, he stepped forward and looked through the window. No car. Where was he?
A pale hand reached out and grasped the doorknob. Turning it until he was able to pull it open.
"Alfred?"
The only reply he got was the sound of a bark from Alfred's rottweiler, Nevada. He offered the dog a smile as she came trotting over with a happy look. Her small stubby tail wagging. Alright, so she wasn't a fully fledged dog just yet. She was still only a few months old, so she was quite young and small. Absolutely adorable. He crouched down and reached out to pet her on the head. Scratching her ears a little, chuckling softly to himself as she dropped and rolled over so Matthew could scratch her now exposed belly.
She was a sweet thing. Al had suggested getting a dog after Mattie's incident that night when he heard the growling. Figured that getting a dog might help make Mattie feel safer, which it did in its own way. Though her odd tendancies kind of freaked him out a little. Made him anxious and on edge. She was at it again too. Nevada stopped and got back onto her feet. Her ears were back and she stuck low to the ground, whining and backing away. Cringing again as Matthew reached out for her.
".. Nevada? What's wrong? It's okay girl, I'm not going t- AH!" He recoiled his now bleeding hand from the small dog. God, for a pup, she had a some hella strong teeth. He stood again and looked to the bleeding palm and back of his hand. "You bit me." He stated in shock. Looking down to see give her a scolding look, but she was already gone. Probably in her dog house again. He couldn't understand what happened, and just remained standing there, staring at his hand.
The wounds were starting to heat up and throb and he knew he needed to get inside to wash it off, but he just didn't have the energy to move. Instead, he sat down on the ground and continued to stare at the blood abscently. Huddling within the blanket as the distant sound of an engine rumbling neared and grew louder.
Not a drop of sweat beaded or rolled down his face, very much unlike his lover who was sweating for a few reasons. Heat, and worry. Alfred pulled up outside the house in the car and parked it quickly. Turning the vehicle off, he came flying out of the car and ran towards his sickly boyfriend.
"Jesus Mattie! Aren't you boiling in that!" He asked, moving closer, and getting down to help him up off the ground. The blonde didn't really awknowledge Al's presence until the American finally spotted the bite Matthew was staring at. "What.. happened? Did Nevada do this?" He asks with raised eyebrows. His brilliant blue eyes wide in worry.
"... She bit me.. I was petting her, then she started whining again. I tried to calm her down a little, but she just... she bit me."
"Okay.. Uh.. don't worry about it too much okay? Come on-" He grunted a little as he lifted Matthew into his arms. "I'm supposed to take you to a doctor, and now there is even more reason too." He said, carrying Matthew to the car. The pale man shivered on, even within the heat that surrounded. "You'll be okay soon Mattie, don't worry."
AN Okay, yes, i know. this was a little dry. So sue me. But actually... don't. please, i have no money. I'm going through a bit of a dry spell for this one. But its coming. Things just won't completely juice up until later. I hope its not the major flop i think it is.