Woot! New chapter! I'm surprised an proud of myself for having it up so quickly.
I'll be away with no access to a computer for the next couple of days, and I have school and then camp not long after that, so this will probably be the only update for a while. My head will always be thinking of suggestions.
Also, I wanna say that I won't say no to suggestions. I freaking LIVE OFF suggestions. So suggest. Please.
Thanks go to DragoncatKHfan, Chelseaj500, Maiden Marvel, Russia - Ivan Braginsky, The Awesome Me da-ze and Bookworm24601 for reviewing.
If I remember rightly, this chapter has a teensy bit of swearing. Blink and you'll miss it!
DISCLAIMER: koder does not own hetalia.
"Alfred! I have a new game for us to play!" exclaimed Ivan excitedly. Alfred looked up from the blocks he was playing with at his older brother's big smile. His happiness was infectious, and soon Alfred found himself being pulled towards the garden of their home, both of them giggling as they went.
Reaching the garden, Alfred saw a stray cat trapped under the washing basket.
"I caught it myself," proclaimed Ivan, puffing his chest out in pride.
"What are we gonna name it?" asked Alfred, feeling inwardly delighted. He'd always wanted a pet, but mama had always gone on about how expensive they were.
"Name it?" Ivan looked confused.
"Yeah. We've got names, so he should have one too!"
"Ok. His name can be Sunflower. Let's play now," and with that, Ivan turned over the washing basket, picking the cat up in his arms. Alfred came over and stroked him on the head.
"He is very soft,"
"Here, you hold him," Sunflower was handed to Alfred. Unfortunately, Alfred wasn't very good at holding animals, and Sunflower scratched him, causing him to shriek in pain and drop the animal. Blood ran down his arms from the scratches.
Seeing his brother bleeding and in pain, made Ivan very mad. Feeling anger bubbling up inside him, Ivan grabbed Sunflower's tail, and hit him against the wall of the house, ignoring Alfred's shocked gasp. He continued to smash the cat into the wall until a rather large red stain had formed, and the cat had stopped hissing.
Dropping the cat corpse, and rubbing his bloody hands against his shirt Ivan turned to face his brother, smiling sweetly.
"That kitty will never hurt you again. I'm the only one that's allowed to hurt you. After all, that's what big brother's do, yes?"
Alfred continued to stare in open-mouthed shock, as he clutched his no-longer-bleeding arm.
When I woke up, I was more than confused. It was dark, where was I? Dazed, I grabbed the closest thing to me, which I recognised as an arm. From the red hoodie, it was likely it was Matthew's arm.
"Shit!" he swore, and I felt my seat move violently to the side. I was glad I was wearing my seatbelt. Wait, seatbelt? What the fuck were we doing out driving this late at night. I asked Mattie for answers.
"We left, Al. Don't you remember? You said you saw Braginsky at the police station. You quit your job too." It all came flooding back. I felt incredibly selfish for bringing Matthew along too, he was a famous hockey player with heaps going for him. I had even heard rumours that he was being picked for the national squad this year.
"You shouldn't have come. I should've just left by myself,"
"Don't say that Al. We're brothers,"
"What about Gilbert," Matthew looked away. It was obvious that he hadn't thought about that yet. Gilbert was his boyfriend of two years, and a great guy to be around. They hadn't even got to say goodbye. What kind of brother and friend was I? A pretty crappy one, that's for sure…
"We'll… We'll work something out," choked Matt. I put a hand on his shoulder.
"I think that's enough driving for now. How about we stop for food at that McDonalds?" I suggested, pointing at the big yellow double- arc. Matt made a face.
"Only if you get me pancakes," he laughed.
Lars Janssen was a florist. In his spare time, he grew and sold drugs. When he wasn't working or selling drugs, he hung out with his friend Matthew, or he was protecting his sister Bella from those rapists she called 'potential boyfriends'. He was glad he was no longer required to do the latter task: her sister had gotten a girlfriend. Who, despite his constant asking, she hadn't introduced him to yet.
He was currently sprawled out on the couch watching a hockey game. Matthew said he'd come over to watch with him at six thirty, and it was currently eight. Lars just accepted it. Something important must have come up to make Matthew miss out on watching hockey.
During his musings, he heard a key turn in the lock.
"Hey, big brother I'm home!" He grunted back a reply, "we've got company!" Shit. He'd forgotten to clean the living room like Bella had asked. She was going to be pissed, especially if she had someone with her.
Bella bounced into the living room, wrinkling her nose when she saw the mess her brother had left. Shrugging, she decided it couldn't be helped, and led her guest into the room, noticing her brother's love-struck reaction to her guest as she did so.
"Lars, this is my girlfriend, Natalia Arlovskaya,"
Lars Janssen - The Netherlands (He's a florist because of all the tulips, kay? And florists are very manly)
Bella Janssen - Belgium
