"What are you looking at?" Alfred asked Mr. Branginski as he closed the door to Ms. Héderváry's office. "Haven't you seen a kid walk out of the principal's office before? You probably have since you work at this stupid school."

The janitor smiled. "I take it Ludwig isn't part of the Alfred F. Jones fan club, and isn't interesting in becoming a member."

"Damn, he wishes he could be part of my fan club. He can't because he's a Nazi bastard with the same amount of friends you have. That's a total of zero friends. You have zero friends."

"Did you call him a Nazi to his face?"

"Hell, yeah. His stupid Nazi face was asking for it," he answered. "Shit, why am I talking to you? You're probably trying to use your creepy janitor ways to make me a creepy Russian or something. I'm too damn American to be Russian like you."

Ivan grinned. "I think you and society would benefit if you picked up some of my culture."

"Dude, you're batshit crazy. Who says stuff like that? No wonder you don't have any friends."

"What's your punishment?"

"That's personal information. I don't have to tell you anything."

"He banned you from playing that game of yours tonight-"

Alfred cut him off. "No! I mean… he didn't do anything. I have no punishment. Ha, you didn't think that one through did you creepy janitor?"

Mr. Branginski raised an eyebrow. "Care to explain to me what you're talking about?"

"You thought forcing me to the office would crap my style, but it didn't. 'Cause even though the principal is a jerk face he's still more of a bro than you. That's why he's cool and didn't give me a punishment like you would have wanted. I'm totally allowed to pitch at my big game tonight."

"If you don't have a punishment than why do you have a slip?"

"I don't have a slip." He quickly crammed the paper the principal had given him into his pocket. "What are you talking about? I don't even know what that is."

"That paper you just shoved into your pants pocket, it's a slip. Students are given those to give to their teacher, or coach in your case, to explain to them-"

Alfred cut him off. "You probably should get your eyes checked. I don't have any stupid slip or something. I told ya already the principal is more of a bro than you and didn't give me a punishment."

"I think you're lying."

"Why would I waste my life lying to a no life janitor like you?"

"I don't know. Why are you wasting your life talking to me instead of going to your Biology class?"

"How do you know that I have Biology right now? Are you like a creepy stalker or something? Stalking me isn't going to make me your friend."

"I have no interest in stalking you. And you're just in the same class as my little sister, Natalia," Ivan answered. "She says that you're as disruptive in Mr. Bonnefoy's class as you are in Mr. Kirkland's class."

"Mr. Bonnefoy's cool and lets me talk and Mr. Kirkland needs to learn to teach his stupid class better."

"Right." The janitor stood up from the bench he was sitting on. "Well, I have to get back to work. It's a shame that Ludwig didn't want to hear my side of the story. I would have enjoyed telling it. I don't know, I guess he was able to draw his own conclusion from your disruptive behavior-"

He cut him off. "I don't have disruptive behavior!"

"You should get going to your Biology class."

Before Alfred could say anything else the dismissal bell went off. This flooded the hallway with various students that needed to get to their next class.

"Ha!" he laughed. "Now I don't have to go to Biology! That class is over sucker!"

"I'm glad this amuses you."

"Now I got study hall with Mr. Oxenstierna! Oh, and Natalia ain't in my study hall class! So, that means that you don't have some spy watching me. Boom! Ya don't know how I act in study hall!"

A random student in the hallway frowned. "Why is that kid yelling?"

The student's friend sighed. "Its Alfred F. Jones, don't question him."

"Okay." The two students walked off.

Ivan smiled amused by the random students, and turned back to face the young disruptive American. "I assume that you're just as disruptive in your study hall as you are anywhere else."

"That's what you think!" Alfred yelled as he walked off to his study hall classroom. "I'm awesome no matter what!"

Mr. Branginski shook his head. "That boy really has something screwed up in his head," he mumbled before heading towards the cafeteria to clean it up.

"You missed Biology," Matthew said. "We actually moved on to animal kingdoms in class today. It was really fascinating."

Alfred took the seat next to his brother. "Blah, I'm sure that it wasn't as fascinating as it could have been. Nothing is awesome without Alfred F. Jones."

"Things certainly are more productive without Alfred F. Jones."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked as he took the slip out of his pocket to stare out.

"Nothing." His Canadian brother sighed and took some papers out of his backpack to study. "I really ought to read these. Are you going to work on the essay Mr. Kirkland assigned?"

"I got writers block right now, and still have too many friends to write about. What kind of notes are ya reading?"

"Biology notes on animal kingdoms," Matthew answered. "Mr. Bonnefoy gave them to us at the end of his lecture. He told us to review them for our quiz on Monday."

"Gross. Quizzes are likes Satan's toilet paper."

"Do you want me to make you a copy of my notes since you missed class?"

"Nah. I'll just watch a YouTube video on animal kingdoms later or something."

"You sure that you don't want a copy of my notes?"

"Yep." Alfred looked at the slip his principal had given him and groaned. "Hey Matt, do you know how to hack into a computer and prevent an email from sending?"

"I'm not that great with computers." His twin brother looked up from his notes on animal kingdoms to look at him. "If you want computer help then you should probably ask Eduard-"

He cut his brother off. "I'm not going to ask that Estonian smartass."

"Why are you calling him a smartass?" Matthew asked frowning.

"He took your spot as Valedictorian," Alfred answered crumbling the paper slip in his hands. "If I ask him for help then I'll be supporting him! It'll be like I'm telling him that I'm okay with him taking your spot as Valedictorian."

"I'm the Salutatorian now?"

"Yeah, that Nazi principal jerk face told me that Eduard took your spot. Doesn't that like totally suck, bro?"

"A little. But it's not that important. Nobody really cares about academics at this school anyway." His brother sighed. "Uh… it really doesn't bother me that he took my spot."

"It doesn't bother ya? Seriously? If I was you then I would be super pissed if somebody took my high score on the only thing I got going for me."

Matthew frowned and set his notes down. "You think academics is the only thing I have going for me?"

He nodded and crumbled up the paper the principal had given him more in his hands. "Uh… yeah dude. You're not on the baseball team like I am. And this school doesn't have a hockey team. So, yeah, academics and school crud is the only thing you got going for ya."

"Well… uh… that's really refreshing to know," his brother said weakly. "What's that paper you're playing with?"

"This is just a stupid slip the jerk Nazi principal gave me," Alfred answered. "It says that I can't pitch or play the baseball game tonight. I'm supposed to give it to coach at practice."

"So why did you crumble it up?"

He groaned and ripped the crumbled paper in half. "'Cause if I give this to coach I would be a flipping idiot. I can't give coach a paper that keeps his star player from pitching. It will totally ruin everything!"

Mr. Oxenstierna, the independent study hall teacher, looked up from his computer screen. "Mr. Jones, please use your inside voice."

"Sorry, teach!" Alfred lowered his voice and turned back to his brother. "So, bro as I was saying I can't not play at the game tonight."

Matthew nodded remembering what his friend had told him earlier at lunch. "Yeah, Gilbert wouldn't be to happy if you missed the game tonight."

"Yeah, probably. But the bro won't be able to stay mad at me for long. Nobody can stay mad at me. I'm just too awesome. I can always count on Gil to take me to IHOP for some good pancake loving to remind me that I'm so freaking awesome."

"What?"

"Okay, that might have sounded a little homo. But, Gilbert is totally cool with anything I do or don't do. That dude loves me as much as Natalia does."

His brother moaned and debated if he should tell him what Gilbert told him earlier or if he should just change the subject.

"I bet if Gil was a girl he would constantly get into catfights with Natalia over who could date me," Alfred continued talking.

"So, uh… computers?" Matthew asked surrendering to a subject change. "Didn't you ask something about emails or something?"

"Oh, yeah. I need you to hack into Ludwig's email and-"

"Who's Ludwig?"

"The stupid German principal Nazi guy," he answered. "I don't respect him enough to use his last name."

His brother sighed. "Oh… goodness."

"Anyhow, stupid Ludwig is going to send an email out to my coach that says everything my note I ripped up says."

"Oh no."

"Yeah, big 'oh no'. That's why I need a dork to hack into his email and keep it from sending. Or hack into coach's email and delete it before he reads it. You have to help me out, bro."

"I wish I could help you, but I really don't know much about computers. You should really just ask Eduard."

Alfred frowned. "God, if I do that then I'll be saying that I'm okay with him taking your Valedictorian spot."

"I'm okay with him taking my spot."

"Yeah, just keep telling yourself that. I know that Estonian bastard taking your spot makes it hard for ya to sleep at night."

"That's ridiculous. I just found out that he took my spot today. Its not going to keep me awake at night or anything."

"Yes it will. When Gilbert came close to pitching up to my speed I had trouble sleeping. He didn't ever get to my speed, but the fact that he was getting close to mimicking my fastball made me restless," he explained. "Eduard actually did bet you. This has to keep ya awake at night. And anybody that keeps my bro awake at night is not a bro to me."

"I just found out that he took my spot today," Matthew repeated. "It won't bother me if you ask him to help you with stopping that email, and it shouldn't bother you."

Alfred shook his head. "If you grew up in America like me than you be a product of awesome like me. Sometimes I forget that spending most of your life in Canada has made you a product of weirdness."

"Sometimes I forget that spending most of your life in America has made you extremely modest," his brother said sarcastically. "Just ask Eduard for help. He probably doesn't know that he's Valedictorian, anyway."

"But what if he does?"

"If he does just don't mention it. Don't annoy him enough into wanting to annoy you back."

"I have no idea what that means."

"Just ask Eduard and don't mention anything about academic ranking."

"I rather have you do it."

"I'm sorry but I don't know anything about computers."

"No, I meant that I rather have you ask him."

"This is your problem not mine."

"I wish that this was your problem." He crossed his arms. "It would make everything easier."

"Just ask Eduard politely."

Alfred groaned. "Fine!"

Mr. Oxenstierna looked up from his desk. "Jones?"

"Yeah, inside voices. Sorry teach." He turned back to his brother. "I'll ask Eduard, but if that Estonian bastard starts acting like he's better than you then I'm going slap the Estonian out of him."

"Slap the Estonian out of him?" Matthew picked his notes back up to study. "Do I even what to know what that means? Uh… whatever just ask him when you see him after study hall."

A/N

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