DISCLAMER
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA! (But I wished I did…) All I own is a little cat named Taz… oh wait… I don't own him either… B2TP I own nothing that might have a copyright! Now I'll stop bothering you and get to the story… VE! =3 ~Leaves to eat pasta~
Chapter 3: The Switch
When the hallways emptied I hurried Alfred down to the office and ask to call Arthur. When we get there the secretary lady looks at me with a snooty look but I just ignore it, and hands me a phone. I quickly dial Arthur's cell phone number.
"Hello, this Arthur Kirkland," Arthur mutters over the phone.
"Hey do you think you can pick us up early… Alfred was kinda beat up… he has a black eye and a bloody nose and who knows what else," I say quietly over the phone.
Arthur sighs, "What did he do this time?"
"I don't know. I was in science class when this happened," I say with concern.
Arthur sighs again, "Fine. I'm on my way."
"Please don't get another ticket… and by the way how much was the last one?"
"It was four-hundred dollars. Why?"
"I just wanted to know," I sigh. That's a lot of money on a car ride to school.
"Ok, I'm almost there, cheerio," Arthur hangs up.
"Ok," but he already hung up. I walk out to the hallway where Alfred was lying down on a bench out there for student who were waiting.
Alfred looks at me, "Is Arthur coming?" Alfred asks in a hoarse voice.
I look at him with pity, "Yes he is. He's almost here," I whisper as I sit down next to him.
"Good," he sighs in relief, "It's either the football players have gotten stronger or I'm just getting weaker," he smiles and laughs but then quickly cringes in pain.
"Here let me help," I lift Alfred's head and put it on my lap, "Is that better?"
"Ya, a hell a lot better than this damn wooden bench," he laughs and I laugh with him. We may not show it around other people but we really are good brothers and one time we promised to have each other's back. Before Arthur and Francis split us apart.
~Flashback 12 years ago~
"Hey Mattie! Push me higher!" Alfred screamed in pleasure as I pushed him on the swing.
"Ok, but I don't know if I can," I yelled as I pushed harder. Alfred was getting higher and higher till he was going so fast that… Whack! Alfred came back and knocked me over. I sat there crying. My hand was bleeding from a scrape I got while I fell. Then Alfred jumped off the swing as soon as he heard me crying and came over to me.
"Are you ok Mattie?" He looks at my hands, and then gasps. "I'll fix this cause I'm the hero!" he rips off a piece of his white gown and wraps it around my hand. I look at him blankly.
"Thank you Al," I say as I hug him.
"No problem. Remember, I have your back, you have mine, okay?"
"Ya, I promise,"
"Good because it's my turn to push you now!" Alfred giggles.
~Back to the Present~
Finally a few minutes later Arthur walks up to us.
"Oh lad, you look terrible. What did you do this time," Arthur sighs.
Alfred glares at him, "Not a DAMN thing, now let's go home. I hurt like hell."
"Fine, as you wish, your majesty." Arthur mocks as he bows like a gentleman. Alfred just glares. I help Alfred up and put his arm around me, supporting him as he walks. We walk down long and confusing hallways Alfred and I know by heart. Arthur just walks behind us and follows.
We finally get to the doors and walk out to the car, which thank god, is not surrounded like cop cars like this morning.
I open the shiny doors that Alfred must have waxed a few days ago and I put Alfred carefully inside. I look at Arthur.
"Why don't I drive this time, Arthur?" holding up my permit that I just love to carry around.
Arthur gives me a confused look. Then sighs and replies, "Ya, sure, why not? You don't drive that often and I'd like to see you drive." I give him an exited look. Alfred never lets me drive HIS car, or so he says. He's afraid I might get in an accident even though I'm a better driver than him. Though I really don't care much about it.
I hop into the driver's seat of the car and Arthur hops in on the passenger's side, then hands me the keys. I take the keys from him and put them into the ignition. The car roars with life. I slowly pull out of the school parking lot.
As we drive down the road, I hear Alfred moaning in pain. It must be painful. The last time this happened was about a year ago and it ended with Alfred breaking an arm. The rest of the ride home was quiet besides the fact Al was moaning in pain.
We pull up into the driveway slowly so the curb doesn't hurt Alfred in the back seat. I get out of the car and I pull Alfred out of the car, putting his arm over my shoulder. Arthur walks ahead and unlocks the door to the house. Arthur and I carry Al to his bedroom that was across the hall from mine. I'm thinking to myself, 'Why do we have to have rooms on the second floor' as we climb the stairs. We finally reach the room that is filled with comic books, video games, socks on the ground, old pizza boxes, and action figures of heroes, solders and cowboys. You name it, it was there.
We place him on the untidy bed with maroon red sheets and a 'Captain America' comforter. Alfred moans in pain as we discover magazines of 'Playboy Bunnies' underneath him, making it uncomfortable for him to lay there. So, Arthur takes the magazines and says, "Really, Alfred?" Alfred just smiles then winces in pain. Arthur just replies "Well I'm gonna leave you two be while I call the doctor and ask them what to do with you," and he walks out of the room.
It was awkward silence for a few second as we stared at the door. Then I broke that silence by asking, "So how are you feeling, Al?" I must have been giving him a pitiful look because he smiled.
"I've been better, Mattie. Damn, this hurts a lot," he croaks.
"Can I look to see what's wrong?" I ask as I sit on the side of his bed. He laughs a little.
"I didn't know you where a doctor," he smirks, "But sure…"
"Ok then," I finally reply. I slowly pull up his faded blue shirt that said 'Is it just me or is it hot in here?' There are deep purple bruises all over his stomach and some parts are red from cuts. I gently rub my hand over his stomach and look at him, "I feel so bad for you. What did they do this time?"
He looks away from my face. "They punched and kicked me a few times, and then they threw my in the garbage like trash. And no need to feel bad. They didn't entirely go away with nothing," he smiles.
I give him a confused look and ask, "What do you mean by that?"
"I gave them a black eye or two. And the leader I kicked him in the berries and two other guys I gave them bloody noses," he smiles in success.
"Aren't you afraid that they'll come back?" I give him a worried glance.
"Let them. If they haven't learned their lesson I'll be glad to do it again."
"That's not my point. What if they hurt you again?"
"They won't," Alfred's grin slowly changes to a frown, "Plus your life is so easy."
"What do you mean by that?" I frown.
"No one ever bullies you, teachers never call on you, and you get good grades,"
"No you have it wrong! You have the better life! People notice you, people don't mistake you for your brother, and people know who you are!" I yell but it turns out to be a whisper once again.
"If people think you're me, then why don't we switch and see who's life is better," Alfred says surprised I yelled.
I look at him blankly, "Do you think that will work?"
"Sure it will! And let's make this a bet. If I win by staying as you longer than you as me than you have to be my servant for a month,"
"And if I stay as you longer than you as me?" I say not amused by the bet.
"Then I'll go to school in girl cloths for a month," he smirks.
"Ok then. Deal," I finally say, "So how is this going to work?"
"Simple. We switch rooms, clothes, act like each other, and change hair styles."
"Oh ok." I whisper. Then Al jumps out of bed and runs over to his desk pulling out hair-jell and scissors. He walks over and pulls on my curl. I scream and blush deep red. He smirks and cuts it short. I nearly pass out on how surprised I was. Then he squeezes the hair-jell bottle and slicks jell, over what used to be my curl, and styles it up. Then he grabs a hair straighter, god knows where he got it, and makes my wavy hair straight.
"There your hair is done!" he gives me a mirror.
"Holy shit!" I yell as I look into the mirror, "What have you done?"
"I made you look like me!" Then he grabs the hair-jell and grabs a strip of hair and jells it and then curls it to look like what my curl looked like. He starts to take off his clothes.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yell.
"Swapping clothes, what are you doing?" he snickers, "Shouldn't you be taking off your clothes?"
"O-oh right," so I start to strip to. "Ah… here's my shirt," as I pass him my shirt and he gives me his. I gasp as I see Alfred without a shirt. He was bruised all over but he was so hot and what am I saying? He's my brother! So I push aside the thought and grab the shirt from him and put it on.
We did the same with pants, and sadly, underwear. Alfred said that if anyone saw me in maple boxers they would know it was me, so that we did separately. Finally when we were all changed, we swapped glasses and I laid down in Alfred's bed. Alfred painted my eye black to look like a black eye and he painted his with leftover Halloween makeup. I looked at Alfred and said, "Do I really look that good?" and he smiles.
"Not nearly," He laughs, and then Arthur walks in.
"Hi Artie," I say trying to make Arthur buy the act early.
"Hello, lad. How are you feeling?" Arthur says as he walks to the side of the bed.
"It's just a bunch of bruises, a black eye and a bloody nose. Nothing serious," I reply uneasy.
"Oh well, the doctor over the phone says that you should just lie in bed for a couple of days. The bruises should heal in a day. Get some rest ok? Come on, Matthew, let's get dinner started," as he gestures to Alfred and walks out. Alfred isn't far behind him.
How was this going to work out?
A/N: Is there a hint of brotherly love here? O.o… Well I hope you like this chapter and hope you review! Please tell me your ideas! And I will create oneshots by offer. MUST INCLUDE CANADA! Swwy I just love to write Canada TwT… But I will compromise if you want something different. Because I don't think I'm part Russian… Hmmm…*goes to ''* I love all you readers and I would love youz more if you review! Well till next time… And Francis will show up at one point! I swearz it! Well bye bye! VE! X3
