So… here Gilbert was, in Alfred's house, sitting in a chair alongside Alfred, with his father circling them like a hawk. Alfred's father was pretty damn buff with brown hair that was cut in an army shave and black eyes. It was obvious Alfred got his looks from his mother just by looking at the dude.

This was an unfortunate situation…

"I'll ask you once Alfred… who the fuck is this?" The voice was deep and terrifying. Did people like this actually exist?

"Um…he's…"

"I'm his-" "Did I ask you to speak soldier!?" "What?" "Don't you back talk me!" I didn't-" "YOU DIDN'T 'SIR'. SAY SIR WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME MAGGOT!" Gilbert was being scared into submission. "Yes sir!" "Now I'll ask you again, did I say you could speak solider!?" "No sir!" "Then shut your fucking mouth!" "Yes sir!"

Oh god Gilbert never had a greater urge to piss his pants then right now. Alfred gulped a moment. "H-he's my… b-boyfriend…" Alfred's father nodded and then looked at Gilbert. "Now maggot…is it true you take my son in the middle of the night, keep him away from his house for over 24 hours not bothering to call or even suggest that maybe Alfred should take the time to call me?" Gilbert didn't like this situation, at all.

"I asked you a question fuckass!"

"Yes sir!"

"Yes what!?"

"Yes sir! It is true sir!"

WHAT WAS THIS THE FUCKING MILITARY!?

Alfred's father sucked his teeth. Gilbert noticed he still didn't know his name, and h figured he wouldn't get to anytime soon, or ever for that matter. "Now do you have an explanation or should I just kill you now?" Gilbert bit his lip, but then thought of something that might save his life. Or at least divert the conversation from him for a while. "I was merely cheering up your son sir!" Alfred glanced at Gilbert for a moment. "Cheering up my son?" "Yes sir! He was very upset and depressed sir! Of course… as his father, you would already know that wouldn't you?" A sly smirk came upon Gilbert's face. Alfred's dad looked taken back but rather than snapping at Gilbert he turned towards Alfred. "Is this true?"

"I… yes." Alfred looked as if he didn't want to talk to him about it and for a moment Gilbert felt bad for throwing him under the bus like that. Even so, Gilbert didn't feel like getting shot today.

Alfred's father now looked slightly upset at this. "Why didn't you tell me you were upset?" Alfred looked away for a moment. "Alfred I am speaking to you-" "Because you are never home! You are always working and I understand that okay!? The last thing you need when you get home is your gay son bitching about how much life sucks!" And with that Alfred ran out of the room and into his bedroom slamming the door.

"Alfred!" His father called but he refused to answer. His father bit his lip a bit grumbling to himself. He glanced at Gilbert for a moment. ". . . You're off the hook, but don't you dare take my son anywhere without my permission from now on. Now leave."

Gilbert glanced back at door Alfred slammed. He wanted to go and ask if he was okay. He was sure the other would answer the door if he said something.

"Did I fucking stutter? I said leave!" Well it looked like Gilbert wouldn't have the time to do that today… Plus the other had school tomorrow. Whatever, he would find the time to go and see him. So Gilbert left the house against his will. Gilbert went to his car sitting there for a while before taking out his phone.

"I'm sorry for that, I didn't know you would get that upset. I'll call you later. ^3^ " He then pressed send and drove back to his house.

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Alfred laid in his bed with a sigh. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and opened the text he had gotten, only to smile a bit at it. His smile was broken when he heard a knock on the door. "Go away dad." Alfred said rolling his eyes as he rolled over.

"Alfred can we talk about this?" Alfred was quiet. "…Is it about Matthew?" More silence. "Alfred you know he is going through a tough time right now-" At this Alfred shot out of bed and opened the door, glaring at his father. "Don't you dare start with that! Matthew is going through a tough time? That's why he is such an ass to me? Please! He has money galore with his new father!" Alfred's father looked hurt at this but that didn't stop Al, not at all. "I am struggling to pay for college, writing essays galore to get scholarships and working my ass off at two jobs and HE is the one who should be snippy!? Bullshit!" Alfred cursed. "Alfred don't you talk to me that way! I am your father and I will be respected in this household!"

Alfred sucked his teeth and grabbed his phone walking out of his room. "Where are you going?" Alfred put on his shoes. "Out." "I'm not done talking to you Alfred!" "Well I am!" Alfred yelled before slamming the front door closed. He needed to relax… McDonalds should do the trick.

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Alfred sat down with a big mac and a large soda in front of him… however he didn't feel very hungry… Alfred sighed. He needed to stop coming here when he was sad, it was a waste of food. It was strange since most people ate more when they were sad, but not Alfred. Smelling the food made him feel better, but he simply couldn't stomach it. Alfred rested his head on the tabletop, listening to the sound of his breathing in hopes that it would calm him down.

"Alfred?"

Alfred looked up at the German voice in hopes that it was Gilbert.

"Oh, hey Ludwig." Alfred said trying not to sound disappointed. Although he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to him, after all, Ludwig was friends with his brother. It was quiet for a moment before Ludwig opened his mouth to speak. "Do you mind if I sit here?" Alfred shook his head. "Go ahead." He said quietly, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Ludwig sat down across from him and it became silent again. "So…" Ludwig began with his thick accent. It reminded him exactly of Gilbert. Though he was sure all German's had an accent like that so it was only natural. "I heard that you rejected Arthur?" Oh here we fucking go again. "Yeah I did." Alfred said starting to get an attitude. "What? Are you going to tell me that what I did was wrong?"

Ludwig looked surprised and then laughed. "Hell no, that asshole deserved that." This caught Alfred by surprise, but he smiled a bit. "I didn't expect to hear that from you." This caused Ludwig to raise an eyebrow. "Why not?" "I don't know, it's just… you seem really good friends with my brother and Arthur so…" Alfred trailed off not sure how to word this. He didn't want to say they were horrible people but… he would be lying a bit if he said they weren't. Ludwig was quiet for a moment before running a hand through his blonde hair. "About that…" Ludwig sighed. "They aren't really… my type of people." Ludwig thought about it for a moment. "I mean it was okay before. They were all a little too loud and chatty for me but it was bearable and even nice sometimes. Still Arthur and Matthew have changed drastically from back then. Whatever the reason is that's their business but it is overwhelming sometimes. The only decent person is Francis and his personality can be overbearing regardless. Long story short Arthur and Matthew are far from perfect."

Alfred couldn't help but be relieved at this. "…Thank you." Ludwig stared at him. "For what?" Alfred shook his head. "I just… I really needed to hear that today." He said with a grin causing Ludwig to give a small half smile. "Well glad I could help I guess."

After that, Ludwig and Alfred continued to have a fairly pleasant conversation. It was strange, they didn't have much in common yet they were able to talk about so much. Alfred was able to open up a bit and feel comfortable about being with the other. It was such a familiar feeling… he didn't know how to describe it, but it was pleasant none the less.

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(Alfred's father is now named Anden because I am tired of using Alfred's father. XD)

Anden sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, waiting for Alfred to get home. He hated it when the other simply walked out like that, but he could never do anything about it when he was angry. After all, Alfred had his father's temper. Sure it wasn't as short as his was, but it was just as vile. Okay, maybe he had went a little far, but it was true that Matthew was going through a lot of things. Anden knew that Matthew wasn't getting along with his new step father and his mother wasn't paying too much attention to him either. Anden honestly tried to spend time with his son but he was always so busy. He barely had time for Alfred and he lived with him, it was near impossible to make time for Matthew…

If that wasn't it Matthew was constantly being compared to Alfred when it came to accomplishments. Of course Matthew tried his hardest and did his best in school, but Alfred always did better. Compared to Alfred's report card now, Matthew's high school report card didn't even come close. It was obvious that being alone and compared to your younger brother most of your life could make a person crack. But even so…

He just wanted Alfred and Matthew to get along like they use to…

There was a knock on the door and Anden shot up. "Alfred?" He called as he went to the door opening it. "Alfred I am so-" He stopped immediately when he saw that it wasn't Alfred at the door, but Matthew. "Oh Mattie my boy." He said accidentally sounding disappointed.

Matthew was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, am I not who you were expecting?" Matthew sounded a bit upset but hid it in his face well. Anden gave Matthew a bright smile. "No you weren't, but this is most certainly a pleasant surprise! Come in come in, I have some time off right now so it is a perfect time to talk!" He wanted the other to know that he was loved, no child should be without love. Sure Matthew could be harsh and cruel sometimes but that was only because he was sick of being left alone… Anden would do anything to change that.

Matthew walked in and sat down across from his father. "Is something wrong?" Matthew asked curiously. Anden laughed. "Ha, of course not! I've never been better. So how are classes? How was your day?"

"They are fine and it was fine." Matthew always responded with simple answers when he could tell his father was hiding something. Anden continued to smile under the other's intimidating looks before sighing. "You can always see right through me." Matthew nodded and it was quiet for a moment.

"Is it about Alfred?" Anden nodded. "But Matthew we don't have to talk about Alfred… we can talk about you for once you know." The rare times that Matthew was over they always talked about Alfred. It wasn't doing any better for Matthew's attitude but it was the only thing he would really talk about with his father anymore. It was hard to balance out and deal with two of your children that hated each other.

Matthew shook his head. "No, I would like to hear this please." Anden sighed and blew a strand of his reddish brown hair out of his face. None of his children looked like him… how stereotypical. "Alfred was upset this week apparently and I didn't notice until it was pointed out to me. When I tried to talk to him about it he got pissed and ran off." Anden groaned.

"How immature." "Mattie…" "Sorry, continue."

Anden sighed and then growled. "It's all that stupid German's fault, taking away Alfred in the middle of the night and not returning him home. If he didn't do that maybe this wouldn't have happened!" Matthew seemed curious at this part. "German…?"

"Yeah." Anden grumbled. "Alfred's boyfriend. I am losing my son to another man and I don't appreciate it." He complained. Even though he had a military aspect when it came to dealing with others, he was a big ball of jelly when it came to his family. He hated being a complicated individual.

"German boyfriend?" Matthew stood up and began to walk out of the house. "Eh? Mattie where are you going!?" "investigating. I'll talk to you later father." "Wait Mat-" the door closed and Anden groaned again. "I'm all alone, there's no one here besides me…"

Matthew was walking outside. He didn't really know where he was going but he just began walking. He stopped as he watched the road where Alfred usually used to walk home. He waited there for about ten minutes before getting fed up. "What am I even doing here…?" Matthew muttered quietly. He was about to leave when he saw Alfred walking down the street with… Ludwig?

A sly smirk came upon Matthew's face. It all made sense now! Him defending Alfred, Why Alfred rejected Arthur, yes! It was all coming together! Oh wait until Arthur and Francis heard about this…