Hi, it's The Monster here, please don't kill me for not updating! Our internet went down, my laptop went funny, I have exams and we went away, so those are my reason for not updating (not to mention writer's block). There is swearing, violence and a bit of blood in this chapter. It's the 2P's, what would you expect? R & R please! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. But I do own this idea and Yasmine.
"Boys! For the last time, when you come home from work could you please leave your weapons round the back!" Oliver rubbed his temples in exasperation. "You keep getting blood everywhere and it takes me forever to clean it up. And I mean everywhere. It got in Yasmine's milk bottles!" That had been extremely unpleasant for everyone (Oliver had almost had a heart attack and Kuma stuck by her as she had a faint smell of blood…). Matt sighed. "Don't blame me, blame Al! I make an effort not to get that much blood everywhere…"
"Matthew Williams, don't just lay the blame on your brother! You are just as responsible for the mess as he is!"
"Fine, we'll make sure to clean up properly next time we kill someone. Right bro?" he looked at his brother, who was playing video games, sprawled out on the sofa.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Ollie, does it really matter that there was a bit of blood in her bottle? It didn't hurt her. She seemed to enjoy it. Why do you even get so worked up over her, anyway? She's just a dumb baby. She takes up all your time, and you can't go out killing and she's made you, Matt and Francis all boring and-"
He stopped as Oliver leapt on him, pressing his knife to his throat. "Don't you dare insult my daughter, Allen. Or you might find someone slipping something into your food" he hissed. Matt glared daggers at Al. "What the fuck, Al? You didn't need to say that. Yasmine's just a kid, what's she ever done to you?"
"Well-"
"Apart from yanking Nantucket." Silence. Francois muttered some french swear words in Al's direction, before going to check on Ollie the kitchen. "Oliver, mon amis, are you ok?" Oliver was cradling Yasmine, who was asleep with her toy flying chocolate bunny. He looked up, blue eyes watery. "Francois," he whispered, hugging her gently, "What did she do to have Allen disliking her? He just avoids her. He enjoys making her cry, for heavens sake! Not even Luciano's that twisted! She's so young yet she has a world superpower hating her. If Al's like this now, how will he act when she's older? I'm scared to leave her alone with him, Francois. I'm scared of what he could do to her."
Francois's carefully guarded emotions threatened to break through at the sight of his lover and best friend in tears. What was wrong with Allen? He took a seat next to the sobbing strawberry blonde, and very carefully put his arms around him. "Sh, zhere is no need for crying, Oliver. I agree, I am worried about Allen's behaviour towards Jasmine. 'owever, zhere must be a reason for his actions, non? So we must try and get to zhe bottom of zhis, oui?"
Oliver nodded."You're right, we need to work out what's wrong with him. Maybe Mattie can help us…" From the living room "DON'T CALL ME THAT!", and then a loud crash and some swearing. Both parents sighed; it was habit. "I will go talk to Matthew to see if 'e will 'elp us". With that he gave the brit a kiss on the forehead and went to go talk to his son. He found Matt with a black eye, swearing in french and english and pulling nails from his arm. Al was gone.
"Are you gonna help me or what?" Matt glared at his father, who was standing in the doorway and smoking. "You're doing fine by yourself. Where did Al go?" Matt winced as he yanked out a nail.
"How the fuck should I know? I told he was out of order; that she was just a kid and he got really pissed off with me. He started going on about how she was taking over our lives and that she was wrecking our family. Then I told him to shut up and he hit me with his bat and gave me a black eye. Then he stormed off before I could beat his ass." Francois took a long draught on his cigarette.
"Do you 'ave any idea why 'e's acting like zhis?"
"I have no fucking idea. He acts like this whenever he's around her, and whenever she's mentioned. It's almost like he's…. He can't be….?" This piqued Francois's curiosity.
"What?"
"It's stupid, theres no way in hell he could-"
"Matthew William's, your father is currently crying 'is eyes out over zhis, so you better spit out your idea before I lose my temper." Matt slowly backed away.
"Well, Al's almost acting like he's jealous." Francois closed his eyes as a rush of emotion flashed through his mind. "Oh. Oh mon dieu." Matt was beginning to panic now.
"Francois? Hello?" he waved a hand infront of his face. "Papa?" That snapped him back to reality. "Papa, what the heck's going on?" Francois just shd him, and pulled out his phone. He dialled a number, and began to speak rapidly into it, walking out of the room. Leaving a very confused Canadian.
Matt decided his other dad might be a bit more helpful. He found him cooing over Jasmine and playing with her bunny. He looked okay. "Oliver, we think we might have worked out why Al's acting like a dick" Oliver's bloodshot eyes narrowed at him, and he threw a coin in the jar. "Continue"
"We think the f- we think he's jealous." Oliver looked confused. "Of Yasmine." That replaced the confusion with worry. "I really hope he's not."
"Why is everyone acting like this? So Al's jealous. Everyone gets jealous. He gets jealous over lots of stuff."
Oliver put Yasmine down and looked Matt in the eyes. The blue now had psychadelic swirls of pink in them. Not good. "Yes Matthew. Everyone gets jealous, especially Al. Yes, he's got jealous before. However, when Al gets jealous over people close to him, it is a whole different level of destruction for him." Matt raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Really. Do you remember when you first came to live with Al and I?" Memories flashed through Matt's mind.
"Vaguely." He could remember Al trying to beat the shit out of him."He didn't like me. He still doesn't. Oh, and he tried to kill me on numerous occaisions."
"Yes. Do you know why he did that?" Things were starting to piece together in Matt's mind.
"Bingo poppet. He was terrible when he was younger, and you know he didn't really grow up…"
"So you're saying that because Al's jealous, he could do some serious damage to Yasmine?" he cast a glance at the sleeping baby. Oliver nodded. "But I'm worried about Allen as well. He gets worked up because he feels that he's been replaced, which isn't nice for anyone. He gets it into his head that we'll stop caring about him. He thought I was replacing him when you first came to live with us, which made him even more jealous" He wiped his blue eyes. "I don't like any of my children feeling like that."
Matt carefully hugged his dad. "Then I guess we better find him and prove that we do still love him."
-Timeskip brought to you by Oliver's cupcakes-
Al sat on the bench in the park, staring into the inky darkness of the night. The only light source was the pale orange street lamp in the distance; the sky was too cloudy for any natural light to make it in. He looked at the blood on his jacket and bat. He was gonna have to ask Oliver to get the stains out- Oh wait, Oliver wasn't here, helping him on a killing spree, 'cause he was too caught up with his perfect and adorable new sister. He felt his rage and annoyance flare up inside him again and he had to squash the urge to go beat in the skull of some drunk idiot.
Stupid sister. Their life used to be fine before she turned up; now look at their family. Francis was actually coming home sober more often than drunk! Oliver was even softer than normal and Matt… He wasn't even gonna start on the change in his brother. He didn't want to have fights over who was stronger or just go out and cause chaos, and end up drunk and in a cell for the night any more! Why? Okay, so he could understand why Matt didn't like getting arrested (Oliver was a scary as shit every time he had to bail them out of jail), but he never used to turn him down to a fist-fight!
Al clenched his fists tightly. What was the point in him getting angry? He was just gonna piss everyone off. Yasmine was actually one of the only good things in their messed up family. Maybe it was good she was there. Maybe she could straighten them out a bit, make them a little less deranged. Maybe it would be better for everyone if he just stepped out of their lives. It wasn't a bad idea. Before he could go start making arrangements to get back to America without anyone being able to track him, a drunken man staggered towards him. "Hey kid," he slurred "You wanna get laid?"
"No chance in hell, motherf*cker" The drunk glared at him, and Al could see he was also high on drugs.
"Don't f*cking speak to me like I'm a piece of sh*t, you little son of a bitch!" Why do drunk Brits swear so much? Al pondered before he felt a knife go into his leg. He yelled and saw the drunk man with his throat cut. A masked man was checking him for belongings. However, two more were currently attacking him; stabbing him where ever they could. His bat was knocked out of his hands and Al couldn't reach it. He punched one guy in the face and he reeled back, but another just leapt on him. He was trying to fight them off, but he was outnumbered, and the amount of times he'd been stabbed and punched…. He didn't want to die without apologising, even though he'd be back by morning. He didn't want to die alone, knowing Oliver currently hated him. Also, it would be difficult walking to Oliver's house covered in blood.
Suddenly two of the men were smashed off him. Al looked up to see a hockeystick swing into the third guy, and a very pissed Canadian swearing at them. "Don't you dare touch my brother, you motherf*ckers" he growled at the whimpering man, who was trying to defend himself, but failing (seeing as the Canadian had just shattered both of his legs). He brought the stick down and there was a crack and then silence. Al could see Francois behind Matt, making phone calls to get the mess cleared up. Then the screaming from the other two men started. Al looked over to see a strawberry-blonde in neon colours with a bowtie sitting by them, with his knife-kit unrolled infront of him. He was playing with what was about to become his special cupcake ingredient.
"Sh, poppet. You'll wake everyone up, including my little girl" He gave the bloodsoaked man his signature Chesire cat smile, before sticking a knife in him. The man howled, but soon stopped when Oliver held a rag to his mouth. "That's what you get for trying to kill my baby boy" He turned to the other guy; his blue eyes swirling with pink in them. The second guy was trying to back away; Matt had only broken one of his arms (AN: I say only, but compare that to the other guys…). He got about a metre away, before a hockeystick hit him in the stomach and a knife landed in his back. Oliver crouched over the dying man. "Oh, what a shame we didn't get to play a little game, like with your other friends other there" he gestured to the mutilated corpses. "Still, you've got enough energy to have a little fun, haven't you?" Then he started with his knife.
After a couple of minutes and some chloroform, the park was silent. Francois, Matt and Oliver all crowded round Al. "Mon dieu, they did beat you up" remarked Francois.
"Thanks, I hadn't noticed" Al replied drily, before coughing up some blood. Oliver wiped his face with his hankerchief. "You need to stop talking poppet, it won't do you any good." Matt appeared out of no where with a first aid kit, which he tossed at Oliver. "Francois, can you bring the car round to the gate, please?" Oliver asked without even looking up at the Frenchman. He sighed, took a long draught on his cigarette before stomping on it and heading to get the car. "Mattie dear, could you hold you brother down?" Matt pinned Al down, muttering at Oliver not to call him by his nickname.
Pain shot through Al as Oliver started cleaning and stitching up his cuts and stab wounds. "Jesus! I thought you were trying to reduce the pain!" Al watched the amount of medical gauze pile up next to Oliver, each bit bloodstained. He was starting to feel sleepy. "Hey, tofu-brain, don't you fucking dare fall asleep on me" Matt slapped Al's face, jolting him out of his sleep-state. "Matthew, language!" Oliver continued stitching. "Allen poppet, you can't go to sleep."
"But Oliver, I'm really tired" Al didn't understand. Oliver always said he stayed up too late, yet he was telling him off for wanting to sleep? What was the point?
"I know you're tired but you can't go to sleep now."
"Why?". Matt mentally faced palmed. "'cause you'll probably die if you do."
"I'll just come back though."
"That's not the point." Oliver had the best solution to this problem. "Allen Jones, if you fall asleep I will destroy all the tofu burgers in the fridge, and I won't cook anymore for the rest of the year." That worked. "Mattie, don't let me fall asleep."
"I won't. Now shut up." The frantic honking of a car horn alerted everyone that Francois had the car. "Right, Matthew please may you carry Allen to the car" With a nod Matt hoisted up his brother and Al had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out as he was moved. "Carefully! You'll rip the stitches!" Oliver was dabbing at one of Al's numerous cuts which had started to bleed again. Al felt like he was about to throw up, yet he couldn't. His head was pounding and he just wanted to sleep.
Hey, wait a second. Where was Yasmine?
"Ollie, where's Yazzy?" Al wasn't completely sure what he was saying. Oliver ran a hand through Al's brown hair. "She's at home dear."
"Oh. Wait, you left her by herself?"
"Not completely by herself. She has Flying Chocolate Bunny and Kumajiro watching her." So that meant no one (If only he knew…).
"So you all came out here to find me?" Al didn't dare believe it. But Oliver just nodded.
"Yes poppet, we did" A cough came from Francois. "Fine, most of us did. Can you not just admit you care about Allen's well-being?"
"No". "Ah ha!". "Goddammit Oliver!" So Francois didn't hate him that much…. Well that was comforting.
"But isn't it bad to leave a kid her age alone?" Matt nodded. "Yep, but we are more worried about you at this moment." There was silence.
"So you guys left a baby, who shouldn't be left on her own and hasn't done anything to you, alone, to come and find me, the guy who makes your lives hell and generally more difficult?"
"Yes, we already told you" Oliver tutted as he packed up the first aid kit.
"Why? Why would you come find me? Yasmine's good for you guys, she's straightening you out. She's fixing you. I just smash you all to pieces. I'm worthless; a waste of space and air. The world wouldn't miss me if I vanished."
Oliver stopped tidying and looked at Al. He then placed a kiss on his forehead.
"Don't you dare talk about your self like that Allen F. Jones! We would miss you if you left, very much! We do all care about you, though some of us (glares at Francois) don't like to show it."
"Yeah," Matt added. "Besides, if you were gone, who would I get to fight with on a regular basis, have arguments over whose country has the better sport and play drinking games with, without cheating?"
"And" Francois called from the driver's seat "who would drive me to murder people out of pure annoyance? Nobody else 'as zhat quality other zhan you." The car suddenly went over a bump and everyone was jolted. Al felt some stitches rip and warm blood rush from him. He could hear Matt swearing and Oliver talking to him, whilst trying to stop him bleeding. He was tired. Why shouldn't he sleep? His mind felt fuzzy, and warm (if that is a feeling). He felt his body relax, and he heard himself say:
"I'm sorry dad". Then everything went black.
"No! Allen, no!" Oliver cradled his son's head in his hands. Matt felt for a pulse; there was nothing. "Oliver, he's not there. He'll be back tomorrow-" He stopped at the glare his dad was sending him.
"That's not the point" he hissed. "The point is my baby boy just died, and it could have been prevented. So easily prevented." He stroked Al's cheek. "I'm sorry too, Allen. Daddy loves you very much, you should know that".
The car pulled up outside of Oliver's house, and Matt carefully picked up his brother and took him to his room, where they where going to clean him up. Yasmine gave a small whimper as they came in, and Francois shd her. When she went back to sleep everyone went upstairs to check on Al. Already some of his cuts were healing. Later Oliver sat with him, watching him in his sleep. He just whispered over and over again how sorry he was. Slowly life came back into Al's body. Slowly.
-Another Timeskip, also brought to you by Oliver's Cupcakes-
Ow. That was the first thought in Allen's head. Just ow. He felt like he'd been runover by one of Oliver's doubledecker buses. Twice. And there was something on his chest. He looked down and saw… Yasmine, fast asleep. His mind was screaming at him to shove her off, or yell for someone to move her, but something was stopping him from doing that. She was so tiny, and kinda cute. Wait, what? Well, she's a baby, but still…..
The door opened to reveal Oliver, with a tofu burger and a coke. Al's face lit up. "That's a weird kinda breakfast."
"It's lunchtime, and I can always take the burger away."
"No, please no!" Oliver handed the fast-food to him, and he set out to demolish it. Unknown to the others in the room, Yasmine woke up at the sound of her brother eating and a she was watching him and her dad talk with interest. When she started to move Al remembered she was there.
"Oh yeah, um Oliver, your kid is kinda asleep on me. Could you move her?" The Brit just smiled and shook his head. "Nope. She's quite comfortable there, and if she was really bothering you we would know about it from the moment you woke up."
Al scowled. "It is bothering me. Why the heck is she even on me?"
"Sibling bonding."
"You're making me do sibling bonding? Remember when you made me and Matt do that when we were younger?"
"Yes. You were so cute together!"
"Oliver, we hated every second of it. We always ended up trying to kill each other."
"Ah, but you enjoyed trying to kill each other, and that made you grow closer together!" He had a point.
"Well, I think we've done enough sibling time for one day." Reluctantly Oliver picked up Jasmine. However, she started howling the moment she was moved from her comfy spot. Quickly he put her back down and her crying stopped. Al uncovered his ears.
"It looks like you're stuck with her". Al sighed. "But I don't want her on me…"
"Really?"
"Yes! No, maybe…. Argh, why is she so cute!" He slapped a hand to his mouth. That was not meant to come out.
"I knew you didn't really hate her" smiled Oliver, his eyes swirly with happiness.
"I'm kinda shocked you just admitted it" a Canadian accent drawled from the doorway. "I think I might keep a a picture of this moment as a memory" he waved his camera at his brother.
"MATTHEW WILLIAMS DON'T YOU DARE TAKE A PHOTO!" Snap. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU NOW GIVE ME THAT CAMERA!"
Oliver quickly picked up his daughter as Al leapt up to try and murder Matt. So much for a peaceful, family moment. Yasmine looked sad as both of her brothers left. She wanted to go with them. "One day, dear, one day you'll be as old as them, and you'll probably be chasing them as well" He remarked, then smiled down at her. "Come on, let's go find them" There was a crash. "And stop them from doing any real damage."
Finished! Wow, that was longer than expected. Next chapter will hopefull be up in the next two weeks, however I have exams to study for, so I won't have as much time for Fanfiction. I'm sorry.