Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE! Thank you.
Cuba's gonna be in here, and I chose the second name in the list of names for him in his wiki, since the first one has an accent mark in it... So, he's gonna be "Juan Machado."
Oh, and I dunno how, but I accidently made a note while typing this out.
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Alfred didn't want to face Ludwig today. Especially not after the dream he had. Though he needed to change his clothes, and the safest way was to sneak into the bathroom and lock the door. He knew that Matthew would knock, but he wasn't sure about Gilbert, and he was pretty sure that Ludwig would not.
He gathered some clothes, and rushed to the nearest bathroom. 'I'm gonna have to wash these my self. I don't know how to do that without Mattie finding out, though. I mean, unless I clean them in the tub, or sink. No, that would probably be a bit weird...'
He sighed, and left the bathroom, with his dirty clothes in his hands. 'I'll just have to convince him that he should let me clean them. I'm sure he'll understand, or he at least won't ask any questions... I hope.'
He tried sneaking past the living room, to get outside and wash his clothes.
"Oh! Good morning, Alfred." Alfred's body tensed up. He looked up at Matthew, and smiled.
"Good morning." His smile left when he saw Ludwig, sitting at the table with Matthew, Gilbert, and the one friend that Matthew had, who he really didn't like.
Matthew noticed the sudden change in expression. "Oh! I'm sorry. I know that you just came back, but Juan came over, and I wouldn't be a good friend if-"
"I don't care about that." Alfred said, without thinking.
"You should!" Juan snapped. "I would beat you up, if your brother wasn't here!"
"You wouldn't be here, if my brother wasn't here." He pointed out. "May I use your wash bin real quick, Matt?"
"You may, but don't you want to eat, first? I made plenty of pancakes for everyone here. Plus, the dogs are outside right now, so I don't know if you should. I mean, they'll probably grab your clothes from the line and get them all muddy."
Alfred sighed. "Fine. I'll eat first, except, where would I sit? Every seat at the table's taken."
Ludwig stood up, and pulled out the chair he was sitting in. "You may sit here."
Alfred gasped, and his body tensed up again. He took a deep breath, and nodded. "Y-You don't have to give your seat to me, b-but thanks."
"Yeah, Ludwig-" Juan started.
Alfred's eyes widened a little in surprise. 'He already knows mmm... Ludwig's name? I had to work for it.'
"-You don't have to give up your seat for him. You already brought him home. He actually owes you one!"
"Was?!"* Gilbert suddenly snapped. "I-I mean, he was just offering his chair. Luddy's just being polite."
"Why? Alfred doesn't deserve it. I don't care what happened to him. It's not like it changed him in any way." There was a sharp, sudden pain in Alfred's chest.
"That's enough!" Ludwig snapped. "You don't know what he's been through when he disappeared. You should choose your words more carefully when you're around people."
"What? You're defending him? I thought you were smarter than this, Ludwig!"
Alfred felt sick. "A-A-Actually... I-I'm not really hungry. I'll eat later, but um... D-Did you get my car back? I want to see mom, and dad."
"Yes, actually! We got your car back. The thing is, I decided to leave it with mom and dad. Um... Well, I can take you, but I have a guest..."
"I can take him." Ludwig suggested.
"No!" Matthew snapped, which made the entire room go silent for a good thirty seconds.
Juan cleared his throat, to break the silence. "I-I've never seen you like this before, Matt. Why did you snap at him? I mean, I know what I just said, but if it will get Alfred out of here, I'm not gonna complain."
"I-I'll- I mean, it's okay. L-Ludwig can take me... Wait. He doesn't know where our parents live." He suddenly realized.
"I know where they live!" Gilbert stood up. "I can take you, instead."
Alfred let out a quiet breath of relief. "Th-That would be great. I'm pretty much ready right now, so..."
"You can leave your clothes here, Alfred. I can clean them, later." Matthew offered.
"N-No! I would rather clean my own clothes, myself. I don't want you to bother with them."
"It's a fucking miracle. Alfred actually wants to do something, even when he doesn't have to!"
Gilbert was about to blow up on Juan. "Come on, Alfred. I'm ready to leave." He gave a soft kiss to Matthew's forehead. "I'll see you real soon, birdie~!" He smirked.
"I dunno how long I'll be there for, so you don't have to worry about cooking anything for me. 'Just wrap up the pancakes, so I can have them when I get back!"
Matthew nodded. "Of course." Gilbert, and Alfred left the house in a hurry.
"He didn't even have the food you- for some reason- made for him."
"He'll have them later. He left for a reason, you know!"
"What is up with you today? Why are you defending him so much, and why did you snap at Ludwig?"
"That's none of your business." Ludwig said. "But, Matthew does has his reason. I know why, but again, that's none of your business."
Juan sighed dramatically. "What ever. Again, I don't care what happened to him. Though I guess he seemed a bit different from how I remember him."
"That thing that happened to him, the one you don't care about, is what changed him so much." He gritted his teeth together. 'I can't look at Matthew now, after saying that!'
"Do YOU know what happened?"
"I-I think you should stop asking him questions about Alfred, Juan."
"Yes." Matthew looked up at Ludwig in disbelief. "I know ex... What happened, to him." He had to sit back down, to hide his lap under the table. 'I have to stop thinking about what I did to him... I at least have to stop thinking about the more sexual things.'
"Does it have anything to do with Matthew's shorter disappearance?" Juan asked. "I'm just asking, 'cause I care about Matthew. 'Not Alfred."
"Yes. He did a lot, so Matthew could return home. Alfred went through more than you can imagine."
"Okay, now I'm curious. If he could get Matthew home, then why didn't he go home, as well?"
"Because he's mine!" Ludwig snapped. Matthew gasped. 'Damn it...' Ludwig could feel his face burning up.
"What do you mean by that? You don't actually LOVE him, do you?!"
"Was?!" He had to look down at his lap, to hide his face. "No. I'm not in love with him."
"Than why are you hiding your face? And why would you say something like, "because he's mine?"
'Because he's my pet. Of course I love my own pet.' Ludwig thought to himself. "You asked me if I love him or not. I should actually go look for houses. I don't want to over-stay my welcome, and it will probably be good for the dogs to have room inside, and out of the house."
Matthew sighed in relief. "Alright. Good luck on your search."
"Thanks. It's alright to have the dogs stay here, right?"
"Yes."
"Alright. I'll return later on tonight."
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Alfred looked out the window. His body was shaking in rage. 'He doesn't fucking know what I've been through! He doesn't understand anything, and yet he...'
"Are you alright, Alfred?"
"No, I'm not alright. Juan has no i-fucking-dea..."
"Yeah, I know, but I'm sure that Matthew will talk to him. They're really close, so I know he will. If I wasn't so awesome, I would probably be jealous, but I know that he wouldn't cheat on me. I'm the guy people wants to cheat with! Not on!"
Alfred sighed. "Uh-huh. How long did you say that it will take, again?"
"I don't think I did, but about ten minutes, now. Um... You like me, right? Despite the fact that I'm, well..."
"No... I mean, yeah, I do. I like you." Alfred remembered the pictures Ludwig showed him. "I um... I saw a picture of your parents."
Gilbert's hands tensed around the leather wheel. "Oh..."
"Your um... Your parents looked very different, personality wise, so I think that explains at least something."
"Yeah. They kind of were."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything."
"No, it's okay. I'm just glad that you like me, even though I don't think it's possible NOT to like me! By the way, we're here." Gilbert stopped in front of the house. "I'll stay here, just in case they're not here. Otherwise, I'll see you later."
"Yeah. Thank you." Alfred got out of the car and ran up to the front door. He was feeling nervous. 'They know what I was forced to be.' He knocked on the door, and looked at the ground...
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I continued, buuuut this seems like a good place to stop things. 'Cliff hanger and all~
"Was" - "What"
