FYI Dick's is a real burger place in Washington ans most of them are located in Seattle. It's also really cheap and way tastier than McDonald's, and there's one located in the university district, so I figured it would be more realistic to make Alfred a giant fan of Dick's ;) .

Gilbert and Francis rounded the alleyway corner where the coffee shop sat, wedged between two bookstores. The shop was quaint, with open seating on the top floor, and roses cascading off of the worn wooden railings. By the entrance, numerous pots of colorful flowers hung off of the roof, which was adorned by a sign with the coffee shop's name, Allegro, in beautiful calligraphy. The smell of cinnamon, coffee and freshly baked bread grew stronger as he approached it. It was a peaceful scene. Well almost.

As Gilbert walked closer to the shop, a tiny man ran out of it, outrage settling on his face when he saw Gilbert's sweater, which had a huskie being bitten into by a shark.

Saying the UW and Samwell rivalry was vicious was an understatement.

The shop owner's bright blue eyes narrowed, and his slightly chubby cheeks scrunched up in a pout."Oh frick no!" he shouted as he scurried to the entrance and blocked the way. His arms were crossed and strands of his platinum blond hair were cascading out of his bun, due to his frantic manner. Gilbert could see him puff out his chest to look bigger.

This loser, I swear he's the most unawesome guy I've ever met.

Gilbert smirked and walked faster towards the coffee shop's entrance, enjoying the reaction his awesome presence gave the little man. Francis rolled his eyes as he walked behind him. If Dmitri gets to him, I won't help him this time. That black eye was too high of a price to pay for being a good friend. Plus, Lovi gave Tonio quite the reprimand when Gilen gave him a call. Francis tugged at his cross necklace lightly, a habit he had gained due to being involved in his younger friend's ridiculous antics (not that he didn't enjoy it). Hanging out with energetic college boys was bound to be draining on an older man, despite his youthful attitude. He stood a little ways away from the door to let Gilen and Gilbert have their little spat in peace.

Gilbert reached the doorway and asked, "Hey Gilen, like the sweatshirt? I made it especially for you, cause I knew you'd get a kick out of it kesesese!" His head tilted back in exaggerated laughter. The shop owner was almost his complete opposite in terms of personality, and Gilbert would do anything to get a rise out of him.

Gilen frowned, obviously irritated. "First of all, that shirt is horrific and, second, I'm not letting you in, and third, this cafe is for UW students only! I made sure of that after that little fiasco caused last time!" The platinum blond looked away haughtily. "I let you in here before because I'm nice, and Francis and Toni leave good tips, and Toni's boyfriend works part time here, but that was a mistake! Our second floor seating area still has a giant dent in the floor, no one comes to our open mics anymore cause people are nervous and the mic is broken." Gilen's eyes glossed over with tears, continuing to say, "Plus, my baby has a scar on his face!"

Gilbert looked over Gilen's shoulder and peeked at his giant boyfriend Dmitri. True and behold the guy had a decent sized scar on his chin. "My bad," he said apologetically. He thought back to what had happened last time he had came here with his friends.

Francis and Toni had dragged him to Allegro because Gilen had been nice enough to let Francis have unlimited coffee when he graded papers in the shop. The day the group of friends went it happened to be open mic night too, and Gilbert, unfortunately for everyone else, was bored as all hell (not to mention he was a sucker for poetry, even if he'd never admit it). So, he tried his hand at reciting, but after not getting the applause he had wanted on his (really badly) improvised poem, he figured that doing a back flip off the stage would get him some.

He ended up cracking a floor board and killing a mic when he landed hard on his back, which got him into a screaming match with the shops tiny owner who had told the albino that he was going to pay for the damages. That had set the albino off since he was broke due to tuition and could not afford to pay off what had cost the shop owners' weeks of tips. Gilbert ended up getting into a fist fight with Dmitri after he had decked Gilen, which made him cry out and start sobbing. Gilen's massive Russian boyfriend, Dmitri, had bolted up the steps and lost his shit. Seeing his adorable boyfriend in tears with his tiny, delicate hand covering his eye (which later had turned puffy and bruised) had really brought out the beast in him. His normally calm and gentle demeanor had given way to what Gilen called his "mama bear mode." Gilbert claimed to have won the fight but Francis, Toni and many others had been witness to him tripping the bear into the table, and running off, leaving the Frenchman and Spanish man with the aftermath.

Needless to say, Antonio and Francis had left massive tips at the shop that day.

Of course Gilen had called Lovino as well and had gotten Antonio in a load of trouble.

Snapping out from his thoughts, Gilbert blushed, somewhat ashamed, even as he tried convincing himself it was Dmitri's fault. "Okay look I didn't mean to scar his chin!" he started. "He just happened to smack the corner of the table when I tripped him and I didn't want to stick around to get my ass beat for it." Gilbert could see Dmitri's golden eyes stare him down from behind Gilen, and the bulky man made an "I'm watching you" motion with his hands, making Gilbert nervous (although he'd never admit it).

The smaller man took an unsure step towards Gilbert. Even though he was timid at heart was going to stand his ground because there was no way he would let this demon eyed brute in his beloved coffee shop again. It kind of impressed Gilbert but still, he scowled and put his hands on the other man's shoulders. "Listen kid," he spat somewhat rudely, "I'm not trying to start trouble so let me in. I'm only gonna be here for a few and it's starting to rain." Fat drops of water fell from the sky and began to splash onto Gilbert.

Gilen, however, was stubborn. He pushed the albino's hands off his shoulder and said, "Francis you can come in and stay here awhile if you leave me a fat tip, but jerk face over here, he's going to have to wait outside."

Francis pushed past Gilen and Gilbert, giving the latter of the two a sincerely apologetic look and saying, "Désolé, this is the only shop around that has unlimited coffee for teachers who are grading. I'm sure you can walk to Dick's on your own, non?" The long haired man pulled off his sweater, throwing it to Gilbert. "You can take this back."

Gilbert tried to push past Gilen as well, sweater in hand, but Dmitri rushed to the door, his long brown hair flowing behind him, and shoved Gilbert out, closing and locking the door.

"Leave." The man crossed his arms, and puffed out his massive chest, looking quite intimidating.

"Fine whatever, I'll just do something else."

And with that, Gilbert walked off to Dick's in the rain, muttering about stupid open mic nights, and dumb tiny guys with their massive Russian boyfriends.

Matthew's foot slammed into a deep puddle again, further soaking his red chucks, and cursed. The two brothers had been running in the rain for five minutes, heading to Dick's on foot since neither of them had a car. Washington didn't rain much in the summer but of course, with Matthew's luck, it would start raining when he was caught outside. Plus, due to the favorable (yet incorrect) forecast all Matthew had for a change of clothes was his not-waterproof clothes that consisted of his favorite red flannel, jeans, and his prescription sunglasses, as he wasn't planning to stay in his formal outfit all day. The only thing he was wearing that probably wouldn't end up soaking wet was his fur hat and leather chucks.

Alfred was worse off in his stars and stripes bucket hat, board shorts and Captain America tee. His brother's aviator shades were covered in water droplets and his black Nikes looked like they were getting soaked.

It wasn't all bad though; even if the rain soaked him and his brother, it was accompanied by warmth, so he didn't feel too grumpy.

"Hey, a little Washington rain never hurt anyone. Besides, we're almost there and we can get under cover. Then you can dry off, ya princess," said Alfred teasingly, huffing slightly from running. The pair of brothers continued on under the shimmering green trees, slowing to a jog when they saw the burger stand.

"Damn bro we are practically dripping," Alfred whined wringing out shirt under the protection they gained from the stand's roof. The younger brother could see the beginnings of a pout form on his face; Alfred had always been weak when it came to the cold. Matthew waved him off and said, "Let's just order so we can get out of this rain. Also, since I had to audition today you're treating me."

Alfred scowled."Mattie I am a college student running on like no funds, why would I treat you?"

"Ummmm, because I forgot my wallet. Besides Al," Matthew gave his sibling his best puppy dog look. "Aren't older brothers supposed to be the hero?" Matthew knew Alfred would never turn down doing something heroic, so he would have to agree to buying him lunch. The older sibling crossed his arms, looking away from Matthew's flawless puppy eyes, trying to hold out against his brother's taunt, but with a defeated look he muttered, "Yeah, whatever I'll be your hero you jerk." He reached in his pocket to pull out his wallet, but then began frantically patting all of his pockets. "You know, actually, about that. I kinda forgot my wallet at the dorms."

Matthew put a palm to his face. "Okay, well the band house is like five blocks down so go get it. I'm starving. I haven't eaten all day."

Alfred pouted. "But Maaaatieeeee, it's so rainy why can't you get it?"

"Cause I'm not supposed to be the responsible one," the golden blond responded. "Call it the benefits of being the youngest." Matthew unbuttoned his flannel, and took off his hat, tossing the clothing to Alfred. "Put these on, your lips are turning a little blue. Now, go get it."

Alfred put them on didn't budge, but Matthew began shoving him to the sidewalk, away from cover, so he began to leave, yelling an "alright bossy pants, I'll go get my damn wallet."

Matthew smirked, and turned around to run under cover since his undershirt was beginning to get wet…

But next thing he knew, he was smacking into something solid, pain exploding on his chin and hitting the wet ground.

"What the fuck, watch where you're going. You almost knocked me over ," said a voice.

Matthew looked up and found glaring red eyes down at him. The eyes belonged to man with white hair and pale pale skin. He rubbed the back of his head, his face adorning a grimace. This guy was in the auditorium earlier. He watched me audition, Matthew realized.

"Here, let me help you up." The sun came out behind the clouds and shined behind the man as he bent over to lend Matthew a hand. The rain shimmered behind him, and he glowed like snow caught in moonlight. Matthew found himself blushing.

"Hey, I saw you audition earlier. I gotta tell you, I was impressed. You were almost as good as me," Gilbert grinned, his eyes shining in recognition as pulled Matthew up with a little more force than necessary. Matthew stumbled into Gilbert, and because he was bigger, two lost balance and fell to the ground into a huge puddle.

"Holy fuck that's cold!," shouted Gilbert, as he shoved Matthew off of him.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I'm a total dolt!" Matthew exclaimed. He grabbed the shivering albino by the arms and pulled him up. "Here, my brother is coming back from the dorms with his wallet let me treat you please. Or I guess, have my brother treat you haha," Matthew laughed awkwardly, feeling distressed. He just met this guy and knocked him into a puddle. Way to go Williams, he thought.

"It's okay kid, it's no big deal. By the way you're really tall; your chin smacked right into my head," Gilbert said, sounding a little irritated despite the good-natured smile on his face.

Matthew felt bad. He had had an unexpected growth spurt this year, shooting up from 5'10 to 6'3. He still wasn't used to the height. "Listen I'm really sorry okay, I didn't mean to knock you over I'm a huge klutz and-" Matthew was interrupted by a cold white hand covering his mouth. "Listen," Gilbert started, "let's just forget that little fiasco and start over." Gilbert looked himself and Matthew up and down, noticing how soaked they were and then added, "Let's get some cover from this rain too."

They both sat at a table under cover and didn't talk. Matthew felt uncomfortable; he fidgeted, bouncing his leg fast, feeling awkward since he didn't know what to say. Gilbert just looked away, staring at the sidewalk, visibly shivering. Matthew wanted to break the silence.

He nervously asked, "So…. what did you think of my solo?"

Gilbert turned to look at him, eyes glinting in excitement. "Your solo was awesome and honestly there's no doubt you're gonna make it in," Gilbert answered enthusiastically. "Samwell's horn section hasn't been doing so hot the last few years if what Francis told me was right."

The blond nodded, slightly blanching at the mention of Francis' name. "Yeah he told me something like that." He fidgeted with the ends of his black undershirt, still nervous about talking to Gilbert. "I mean, honestly, I was a little worried about picking a hard piece like Nocturno, because if I had butchered it, there was no way I could have a chance at making it in the band, even if they were desperate for horns."

"True." The albino paused for a second and then asked, "By the way, this is kind of random, but you're Francis' kid, right?"

Matthew was taken off guard by the question. By the looks of it though, it seemed to him that the ruby eyed man already knew the answer to that."

"Yeah, why?" answered Matthew, somewhat nervously.

Gilbert put his elbows up on the table, his face resting on his hands and an eyebrow raised, head tilted inquisitively. "I don't know, I was just wondering. What's the deal with you and him anyways. By the look on your face you'd think you guys weren't fond of each other despite being father and son." Matthew reddened at that, embarrassed that he was being so obvious. Gilbert further probed. "Actually, the whole reason I was at the theater when you were auditioning earlier was cause he asked me to watch you. I don't know why he didn't want to do it himself. He avoided my questions when I asked him earlier."

Matthew's eyes looked away, and he focused a napkin under the table flapping at the slight breeze. Jeez didn't I just meet this guy? That's a pretty personal question to ask. He bit his lip. "Why do you want to know, are you guys friends or something?"

"Yeah actually. He's one of my best friends here. I mean we've only known each other a year, but me, him and our other friend Antonio are like peas in a pod."

"Isn't he a bit too old to be running around with college students?" Matthew asked.

Gilbert laughed at that. "You know he'd probably die if he heard you say that. He claims to be young at heart. But I'm not one to judge; if you're fun to hang with, then age won't stop me from chillin' with you."

Matthew pictured Francis wreaking havoc on the school with his college-aged companions, deciding it wasn't as weird of scene as he first thought; the Frenchman had always been quite eccentric and it was fitting that he would have some young friends.

"Well, even if you're just a curious friend of his, I don't think it'd be interesting to hear. It's a long story after all," he countered. He hoped Gilbert would leave the question alone and be satisfied with the answer, but the white-haired man seemed like the kind to push for information if he was curious about something.

"Are you sure, cause if I'm gonna be honest I actually didn't know Francis had another kid until last week. I thought Alfred was his only one. Their relationship is kinda strained too though from what I can tell," Gilbert added.

Matthew looked into Gilbert's eyes, slightly angry. Was Francis embarrassed of him or something? I mean the blond knew that their relationship was strained but it was almost like the dick didn't acknowledge his existence.

"Listen," Matthew said, his irritation starting to show. "I just met you so I really don't want to relay this whole tragic past bullshit to you. Maybe Francis will tell you eventually. It seems like you guys are good friends anyways and if I know him as well as I think, his personal information is never in the dark for too long since he's always talking about himself." Gilbert raised his brow at Mathew calling his father by name, but raised his hands in defeat. "Alright, alright I'll leave it be."

Matthew said, "Let's just change the subject. What instrument do you play?"

Gilbert grinned, as if pleased to have been asked the question. "I obviously play the best instrument in the world which is the-"

God, with an ego like this it's obvious what he plays, Matthew thought. He waited for him to say trumpet.

"-flute!" Matthew choked. What?! "You? A flute player? I'll be honest I really don't believe you, I mean, a head that big belongs in the trumpet section," he mused.

Gilbert frowned, "Hey don't lump me with those egotistical bastards."

Matthew grinned. "Dude, I've only been talking to you for five minutes and I can already tell you have a bigger head than even my brother, self proclaimed hero." The blond then looked horrified for a second, and tentatively said, "Please tell me that he doesn't do the whole 'I'm the hero' thing when you guys rehearse."

Gilbert groaned. "Oh God, everyday. Something will happen and no matter what the circumstanc, he just shoots out of his seat and yells 'It's okay! I'm the hero, I'll fix it!'"

Gilbert imitated Matthew's older brother, standing on the bench, hands on his hips, yelling, "Lovino, you sat on your oboe and broke it? Don't worry, the hero is here to help!"

Matthew giggled. The albino then got up on the table, striking a hero pose, mimicking Alfred's crazy grin. "Papa what's that? You need someone to conduct while you go to the bathroom? The hero will help!"

Matthew laughed harder, tears forming in his eyes, but stopped when he saw his brother jogging down the sidewalk to their table. "Gilbert wait my brother-"

Gilbert cut him off, "I'm the hero, so that means I don't have basic manners and listen to what people have to say." He threw his head back with an exaggerated laugh.

"No Gilbert stop he's coming-"

"Oh I give him shit about this one all the time. " His face took on a more seductive look and he leaned down from the table until his face was inches away from Matthew's. "Oh Kiku what's that? You hurt your foot with the clarinet spike? Lemme kiss it all bett-"

Gilbert yelped as he felt strong arms wrap around his middle and he was suddenly thrown off the table. He looked up from the ground at two pairs of eyes, one violet and one blue.

"Hmm, finish that sentence why don't you, you dumb flute prick," said Alfred tauntingly. "I don't need people teasing me about Kiku; it's not my fault you're jealous of our awesome friendship. Also, leave my brother alone," he warned. "If I wanted get shitty friends I would've introduced him to Lars." Alfred's eyes took on a piercing shade of blue as they filled indignant anger as he stood there arms crossed. Gilbert could admit that the normally happy, cheery guy could look pretty scary when he wanted to.

"Who's Lars?" Asked the younger sibling. "No one, but if you ever talk to him and he offers you brownies DON'T," warned Gilbert from the ground. He was speaking from experience; the last time he had one of Lars' "special brownies' he had woken up on a park bench in a fursuit. He did not want to know what had happened that night.

"Al, dude, you didn't have to throw him off the table still. He was just joking. Gilbert seems like a nice guys anyways." Matthew helped Gilbert up from the ground.

"Yeah Alfred, listen to your little brother. He actually seems like a normal human being that doesn't cause the people around him to go deaf with his voice," sneered Gilbert. Honestly, if he thought about it, he did like the blond so far from their conversation. He had a good sense of humor and liked the banter they exchanged.

"So did you get your wallet Al?" Matthew asked his older brother as him and Gilbert sat back down. "I kind knocked Gilbert over into a puddle and I felt bad so I told him you'd treat him to lunch too."

Alfred sat down across from the two. "Awwww what the fuck Mattie. I'm too broke for this, at least until my next paycheck," Alfred whined. Gilbert sighed, "That broke college life though." The two half heartedly high fived.

"Go order you dummy."

Alfred ordered as the other two waited at the table. He returned with two trays that had all their food on it.

As Alfred sucked down his food at lightning speed, Gilbert put his hands on the table wanting to get back to talking about Matthew's solo. "So, I was telling Matthew here that he's probably gonna make it into the band," he explained in between bites. Alfred scoffed, his mouth full of food, exclaming, "Of course he will, he's my little brother after all!" The Albino rolled his eyes and faced Matthew, who was happily munching on his fries. "Actually Matt, you can probably get a good scholarship from the band if you want."

"Yeah I don't need it though, I've got a full ride scholarship 'cause I made it on the hockey team." The blond smiled proudly. "I'm going to be one of next years' starters."

"Holy shit," Gilbert breathed. This kid had to be incredible; Samwell had one of the best college hockey teams in the nation and had even beat some Canadian teams. Then he thought about who was on the team and freaked out. "Don't tell me you have to deal with the stupid Nords and that crazy Russian." Alfred's eyes widened in realization. "Ohhh fuck Mattie, the Nordic Five get into crazy shit. I heard their hazing is absolutely crazy." Gilbert interjected, adding, "Listen kid, don't get me started on the Russian kid. Ivan is absolutely insane, I'm pretty sure he only loves his two sisters and vodka. One time, he almost snapped my arm in half when he caught me looking at his sister's jugs."

He then smirked, glancing over at Alfred. "It was worth it though, have you seen those things?" Alfred sighed dreamily in agreement.

Gilbert then looked over at Alfred, and both of them got even more frantic as they both realized, "LARS IS ON THE TEAM."

Alfred and Gilbert both started shaking Matthew's shoulders like mad, the wheat blond yelling "Mattie please don't turn into a stoner" and Gilbert shouting "Don't eat the brownies, stay the hell away from the brownies!" Gilbert had to warn this kid against the dangers of hockey, I mean didn't Matthew understand who he was spending time with?!

Matthew slapped both of them off, his hits much harder than Gilbert expected. "Okay if you guys are talking about Berwald, Mathias, Lukas, Tino, and Emil I'm telling you they are really nice. Especially Tino. He brought me a pie when I made it onto the team. Also, me and Ivan are friends now, and we text a lot." Matthew turned bright red. "I'm even friends with his sister Katsuyasha. She's really nice and has a great personality." Gilbert snickered. "Oh yeah, cause that's what you're really paying attention to when you hang out with her." The younger man rolled his eyes.

Matthew turned to his brother and his new acquaintance, haughtily saying, "I don't understand your weariness towards Lars either, cause he's given me lots of brownies-" Gilbert slid to the floor in horror, Alfred losing color in his face when his beloved baby brother said this- "and I've never gotten fucked up."

Matthew checked the time as he finished his meal. "Speaking of hockey, I just realized that I have to hit practice."

"Wait why are you going to practice, it's like April," Alfred questioned, confused. Gilbert was confused too since hockey started in fall.

"Well, I'm starting next year but I'm a freshman, so they need to give me extra training. Also, they need to bulk me up or whatever." He flexed his bicep half heartedly. "Apparently the only thing I'm missing from being the perfect player is the bulky muscle. Height isn't a problem at all though."

As he got up to leave with his trash, the golden blonde faced Gilbert, the albino noticing a slight blush on his face as the kid went on to say,"Hey it was nice meeting you Gilbert. Even if I knocked you over into a puddle, and learned how nosy you are." Gilbert grinned.

"Kid you seem pretty awesome too. Next year when you're on campus call me up and we can hang out."

Alfred scowled at this yelling,"As if I'd let my baby brother hang out with a loser like you!"

Matthew rolled his eyes, giggling, which was oddly cute to Gilbert. "Don't kill each other while I'm gone okay. Oh and Alfred just keep the clothes I gave you in your dorm until the next time I come by."

He began to walk down the street, but turned back to wave.

The sun shined from behind the clouds and the rain stopped. The sunshine illuminated Matthew's hair, and made it impossibly gold. His pale skin had a golden glow to it. Gilbert could see the muscles on his arms accentuated by the fantastic lighting. Matthew turned away to keep walking and the sun was covered by the clouds.

Gilbert was blushing madly; the kid was insanely good looking he realized. He leaned over to Alfred and said, "Hey, you know, your brother is really hot."

Of course, the protective older brother responded by decking him in the side.

If there was anything Gilbert knew for sure at that moment, it was that next year was going to be great with the kid attending school with him.

He couldn't wait to drag him into his antics. He hoped Matthew could survive it.

This is kind of a long chapter, but I owe you guys since I'm kind of late. Actually, I'm thinking of extending the time between updates. So it'll probably be three weeks in between updates now sorry! I just have a lot of school work and adding this on is kinda taking its toll! The next few months is gonna be crazy since I have AP testing, SBAA testing and I'll have finals soon enough.

Since I've finished with the prologue, I have to actually start coming up with an plot for the story when they're in college so I might take an extra week or two before the next update to plan. I don't want to half ass this and just write without following a plot, it's unfair to you guys. I have a lot in store for this fic.

I'm also thinking of writing another PruCan fic (probably a fantasy one! I love fantasy and magic and stuff!)

The coffee shop is based on a real place near UW called Cafe Allegro. It has the best chai tea latte I've ever had in my life.

Gilen is 2p! Prussia and Dmitri is 2p! Russia. Also, right now, Alfred is a sophomore, Gilbert is a freshman and Matthew is a high school, but when the story actually takes place when they're all in college, Al will be a junior, Gilbert will be a sophomore and Matthew will be a freshman.

Oh yeah just a reminder, I put up the outfits the characters are wearing on the tumblr blog for this story so check it out! If you want a character to wear a certain outfit, submit something and if I like it I'll make it happen!

Translations:

French:

Désolé: Sorry

Non: no

THANKS FOR READING PLEASE R&R