The alarm clock, they must be made by villains because there is no way they can be a good thing. It was quiet in Alfred's room and for the moment very content. That is until the alarm clock blared in his ear, scaring him and making him fall of the bed in a tangle of arms, legs and warm bed sheets.

Oh how life is so cruel.

With a groan he went downstairs and automatically in the kitchen, peaking in the fridge and seeing nothing but sugary snacks that he forgot to throw away. Reaching in for a piece of chocolate pie he stopped his hand and backed away from the fridge.

"Nuh – uh, no way, going to lose weight eating that won't help my case.' With that he closed the fridge and went to get changed. Running back downstairs, he saw Mattie raiding the fridge like he did five minutes ago. Only strange thing is he had the weirdest expression on his face as if some rabid rodent bit into his balls. Then it made sense when he brought out the pie he was about to eat.

"Alfred did you forget to eat your pie?" He said as his face went back to normal. Al grabbed bag his bag that for some reason was in the kitchen, he shook his head and backed up a bit standing at the entrance of the door. Now Alfred is fucking starving, and having Matt waving that pie in his face was not helping. Gritting his teeth in dismay, he forced a cheery smile. God today was going to suck so much.

"Naw it's alright Mattie you can have it." Oh there's the ball biting rodent look again. Actually, it was worth giving up the pie, the look on his face made Alfred want to piss himself laughing. However the look didn't seem to last long as a worried expression came on his face. Putting the pie down, he walked up to Alfred and put a hand on his forehead and then his two cheeks.

"Are you feeling alright Al? You never give up food, like ever! The last time I tried to take a pie or your burger you almost ate my hand off and ripped my face off before shoving the food in your mouth like a hungry pig." Ouch.

'Well the sad part is it's actually true. I eat like a pig. But it didn't mean he had to point it out. Sweet, innocent Mattie is officially an asshole.' Flicking off his brothers hands with an irritated look on his face, which surprised Mattie slightly as he reeled his hand back. Grabbing his school bag he looked at the time to see if he had to run or not. Ignoring his brother's question, he packed whatever books that had came out of his bag and left the house, leaving his confused brother behind.

"Oh god, so hungry." Alfred groaned miserably as he almost literally dragged his ass to the classroom. And much to his mortification the seat next to Ivan was the only seat available. Now usually it's not much of a shocker, but most times he was able to get away from Ivan as possible.

'Oh god why do you hate me so?' He wailed in his head before walking over and slumping down in his seat. Ivan's face held a bit of surprise as he looked at his spotless desk then to his empty hands then back to the desk again. His shocked look was reverted back to his bullshit smile. Yes bullshit smile, others refer to it as innocent but Alfred knew better.

"Oh my! Once again no retched crap you call food and no sludge you call coffee! I'm surprised Alfred!" Al was not in the mood to say the least. The hunger pains were awful and he was in the worst mood he had ever been in. He was ready to bitch him out before he held his tongue and ignored him. He smirked when Ivan's disappointment came out in waves.

"Now Alfred could you at least respond? I only want a conversation with you." Ugh, the bullshit smile. Alfred grimaced as he was given the smile; he knew Ivan just wanted a reaction out of him. But he was in such an irritable mood and he felt so sick that he couldn't help but talk.

"Alright Ivan, you want a conversation? I'll give you a conversation. Why don't you go the fuck away and go fuck your sister. Surely she'd enjoy it." As soon as those words were dispensed he regretted immediately as he saw Ivan's smile slowly disappear off his face into an angry expression of which he and other students have never seen.

"Kolkolkol." If it was possible to have menacing aura's Ivan defiantly had one. Alfred would have apologized...But it was Ivan and he hated the red bastard with such a passion. So he just glared and stood his ground.

"I'll forgive what you said if you apologize. And you will apologize won't you Alfred?" Ivan smile was back but with a twisted, threatening tone to it. Was Ivan demanding an apology? Then hell no! No one demands anything from Alfred F. Jones! Pursing his lips, he rested his head on the palm of his hand and stated two simple words.

"Fuck You." Ivan's grin grew. And to be honest, it was absolutely terrifying. The teacher and students stopped to look at the scene in front of them. Alfred held his glare, willing out the fear out of his eyes. Ivan crazy grin turned into something sly which made Alfred nervous. Ivan leaned towards Alfred, his mouth next to his ear.

"I'll deal with your fat ass later." Now in some sense that's out of character for Ivan, usually he would make them much more snarky then direct, however the threat was still there. However the threat didn't worry him, Alfred could easily hold himself in a fight especially against the Russian since he's been in a fight with him on more then one occasion, but it was the fat ass comment that really sent him over the edge.

"I have a better idea, let's deal with it now!" He yelled as he tackled the big Russian down. Everything went by so fast. He could feel the impact of his fist hitting Ivan's face and a knee connecting with his stomach and a bit of rolling around but besides that he was so mad he really didn't care. That is until he heard yelling from his science teacher and another teacher who must have heard the commotion.

"That's enough! I'm not dealing with this crap in my class! Now get the hell out of here and go deal with the principle." As they walked out of the class and were escorted by the second teacher, they both went down the hall with their eyes locking and vicious glares being transferred to one another.

As they reached the principal's office, the two boy's stare down was not over and the other teacher felt uncomfortable being between or even near the boys. As the boss was summoned he took the boys by the colures and threw them into what seemed like a meeting hall. It was fairly spacey and plenty of chairs to bash Ivan's skull in. It was silent in the room, which made Alfred slightly uncomfortable as he felt Ivan glaring holes into his back. Alfred's eyes traveled across the room and noticed that the principal was oddly absent in the room. His eye's once again rested on Ivan's form, his blue eyes hardened. Ivan had obviously calmed down a little bit; his bullshit smile was back on his face, but the menacing feeling still surrounded Ivan still.

"I think you owe me something Alfred." Ivan stated calmly as he sat there with his smile and his hands folded together on top of the desk. Alfred snorted as he leaned back into his chair and folded his arms his glare still in place.

"I do but I won't." Ivan leaned forward slightly, violet eyes boring into Alfred's blue ones. It was intense, but Alfred could handle it.

"And why not?" Alfred's gaze wavered as he really had no stupid excuse to give the platinum haired boy. His shoulders slumped as if he was giving up, which visibly shocked the Russian.

"Maybe I'm so sick of putting up with the jokes and comments that I want someone else to feel a little misery." It was silent for a few minutes, and it didn't bother the blue eyed blond. He didn't want to hear the snarky, hurtful comments from the taller male across from him. Ivan opened his mouth as if he was about to say something before the bell interrupted him making Alfred sigh in relief and run out of the room with his bag and all, not seeing the rare worry in Ivan's eyes.

NS...

Alfred wasn't sure if he should be happy he was in the lunch room or worried. The smell of the cafeteria food was delightful but oh so tempting. This was really difficult and was just ready to give it up and eat. Alfred pursed his lips stubbornly. He wouldn't be so easily moved, he could be skinny and he will not be fat anymore!

Sitting at the lunch table that he and his group usually sit at he put his head on the table trying to will out the smell of food. Suddenly the smell of something burnt filled his nose and glanced up, seeing the bushy browed Brit sitting across from him.

"Where's your food? " He sounded genuinely surprised, but it didn't make him feel any better. he put his head back onto the table; he could also say that he forgot his lunch but more then likely Arthur wouldn't believe him but it's worth a shot.

"Forgot it." He mumbled miserably. Hey it sounded convincing, he did sound like he was hungry...Well okay he was, but he must stay strong! Arthur caterpillars rose dramatically, and he could see why. He never ever forgot his food.

"Then go get McDonalds like you always do." Damn how he would love to get some, but those things are the reason he was a fat ass and getting picked on by everybody.

"I don't have money." Arthur snorted, his surprise had somewhat diminished as his reason seemed logical enough.

"Well maybe if you didn't shove you face in that crap maybe you would actually have money." God did he tell anyone he loved Arthur and that stick up his ass? He really wanted to punch eyebrows he really did, but he was his best friend and he did have to tolerate him. Suddenly crackers were thrown at his face and he through an irritated look at the sandy blond.

"At least have something." He murmured, as he took a bite out of...Whatever the fuck he's eating. Arthur has never been a culinary genius so to speak, actually far from it. He had to be the worst cook Alfred had ever seen, how does he know? In order to please the fussy Brit Francis had tried his cooking and was sent to the hospital for food poisoning. How Arthur didn't get it is one of the wonders of the world.

"Thanks." He said opening the packet of crackers. Crackers are mostly carbohydrates anyway so he would be able to burn them off at gym anyway. Arthur grunted, acknowledging the poor appreciation that the American gave him.

"Well it's better then you whining and complaining all through gym saying that you're hungry." Arthur had obviously meant to be a joke...A malicious one at that bit still a joke, but that still didn't mean that it didn't get to Alfred. Frowning, he nibbled on one of the crackers so that he wouldn't say anything to the shorter boy.

'Blow me Arthur' Alfred though maliciously, glaring a hole in the Brit as he obliviously ate his...thing. He heard a slight clack of plastic meeting table. Glancing to his left he saw his brother, of course he was looking at him like he was a kicked puppy.

"I'm sorry for calling you fat yesterday Al." Now as mad as he was at his twin for the outburst, he really did love him to bits. And frankly Mattie is all he really has. Al wanted to stay angry at his twin but couldn't and gave a grin and side hug.

"That's alright Mattie I forgive ya!" Mattie gave him a timid smile as he was happy that he was forgiven. Suddenly he frowned as he looked at the pathetic lunch his brother was nibbling on.

"Is that your lunch?" Al looked down at what his twin had questioned now that he thought of it, it did look quite pathetic. He shrugged as he continued to nibble on the only edible thing in Arthur's lunch box.

"Yeah, I forgot my lunch and have no money." Now usually he could get away with a lie or two with other people, but Mattie was a different case. He had a creepy sixth sense kind of thing that twins usually have, except in Alfred's opinion he got the short end of the stick.

"Oh alright." Oh no, that's Mattie code for. 'We're- going –to- talk- about -it –tonight' And usually that doesn't go very well, not for him anyway. Arthur sat there looking at the twins with one of his monster...er...eyebrows up. Seeing the two brothers interact was odd in any case and made him feel a little left out. He could never understand how the two could say so much in such little words spoken. But the worst part seemed to be that he was missing something big. Mattie being Al's brother had probably caught onto something that shouldn't be happening. Suddenly Arthur had feared for his best friend and he didn't know why. And now it's something he has to wait for. Arthur mentally sighed.

'Please be Alright Al'

EOC...

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry if my update took a little longer then it maybe should have but you have to blame school! Yes, I do mean the hell with fluorescent lighting. Anyway if you want to thank someone for the update...Yeah my dad. Got grounded for skipping gym and had nothing to do so I thought it be a perfect time to finish up on the chapter. So yeah, I hope you like the chapter! Remember lovelies every time you don't review and author dies! ...Please don't kill me.