Alfred groaned out loud as his alarm clock screeched, effectively waking him up by its ear piercing scream of evil. Alfred growled, deciding there is no fucking way in hell he was going to wake up now. Getting up with lightning speed he gripped his alarm clock and chucked it against the wall as hard as he could, smashing the evil contraption into little bits. Not giving any expression as he put his head back into his pillow and covered his body with the sheets.

However it didn't last very long since Mattie had heard the tragic death of the clock and screamed like a little girl. Now as shy as Mattie is, he is a scary boy when his brother pisses him off. He won't show his fury in public, oh no. He'll wait till his brother is alone and defenceless and then he'll pounce. A livid expression took hold of Mattie's usually innocent appearance, ready to strangle his brother with his own bed sheets. Pretty much kicking his brothers' door open he let out a furious growl.

"Alfred!" Mattie bellowed, making Alfred sit up in 2.5 seconds. His brother was frightening when pissed off...Or rudely awakened by evil screaming alarm clocks which efficiently died in a loud way. Well at least none of the brothers were tired anymore.

"Oh h-hey Mattie." Alfred nervously greeted. Matt gave Alfred such a glare that he swore could almost kill. Hey they were brothers, and they have known each other since the day they were born and sometimes it was unfortunate.

"Alfred...I swear to god if that ever happens again I will rip your intestines out and hang you with them got it?" Alfred whimpered and nodded. God it's like a monster took over his sweet, innocent twin in the morning. Mattie huffed and nodded.

"Good. Now I'm going to make pancakes. And you will eat them eh?" Son of a bitch, how the hell will he get out of this one without him acting like that creepy Russian bastard. If he says no, not only will morning Mattie be pissed, later on he will probably put two and two together.

"Um...Okay but give me a minute I got to go out for a smoke." Suddenly there was a pause. And the scary expression of murder was wiped off his brother's face and was replaced by one of worry. Alfred only thought it was because he started smoking, but little does the louder brother know that it was all the proof Mattie needed. Ismael was right; Alfred was trying to lose weight.

"When did you start smoking?" Alfred nibbled on the inside of his cheek. He didn't like lying to his brother, especially if they almost shared everything.

"A month ago, Francis got me addicted. What an asshole huh?" Alfred's' fingers twitched as a habit he has when he's lying. Francis was defiantly not the reason he started smoking. It was a believable lie, Francis did smoke most often than not but he never pressured the brothers to try it or get hooked. Quite the contrary, Mattie knew that Francis, although a pervert to the level of extremities, would never condone smoking. It was an ugly habit but apparently Alfred didn't know that.

"Oh." Mattie's voice was doubtful and full of hurt that his twin would lie to him. But Alfred being well...Alfred, was totally oblivious to the fact and thought his brother actually believed him. Grabbing a pack from his bag he shooed the other brother out to put on some baggy jeans and a white tee. While he was smoking he wouldn't put on his grandfather's bomber jacket. It was too nice of a jacket to be ruined by the smell of cigarettes.

As Al came down with his pack in hand he could smell his brother's delicious pancakes. His mouth watered but shook his head, quickly went out the door, trying to ignore the hunger that was starting to bother his stomach. Reaching into his left pocket he grabbed a lighter that he shoved in before leaving his room and lit the cancer stick.

He had smoked before, once or twice. But never found anything that was particularly interesting except for the feeling of your lungs catching on fire. To Alfred it felt as if he was smoking paper. Grimacing at the smell, he put it to his lips and took a light breath in. He remembered from the first time where he took a deep breath in, it was not the most pleasant things to experience. About half way through the cigarette he had gotten use to the burning sensation and took heavier breaths, but not too much.

As the cigarette had gotten to the point where it was only an inch long he threw it on the ground squishing it. He never really had a full cigarette before; he mostly shared one between other guys. But after having a first whole one, It wasn't too bad but not great either.

Walking inside he was hit by a mouth watering smell of pancakes. However, the cigarette officially ruined his appetite so he wasn't really in the mood for eating. Alfred smirked, this is awesome. That site actually works!

Mattie heard his brother come into the house and put on a fake smile. His brother wasn't the most perceptive of people so he wouldn't know. Actually at times like this he was glad he didn't know. Then Alfred doesn't have to worry about how much it hurts him that his sibling is hurting himself.

"Hey Pancakes are ready!" Alfred smiled at his brother for his enthusiasm for the treat. He scratched the back of his head, usually that was a gesture when he was embarrassed but he could always act.

"Yeah...About that, the cigarette kind of killed my food craving." Mattie fought to keep that smile on his face he really did but he couldn't help but frown. Alfred felt guilty for the kicked puppy look his brother was sporting but sacrificed needed to be made for vanity and his brothers pancakes were one of them.

"Oh alright then, you want to take one for lunch at least?" Alfred flashed his brother a Hollywood smile. He could always take them and give them to Gilbert, he had always liked Mattie's pancakes and then he doesn't have to feel guilty about wasting them. Alfred mentally cackled, and they called him an idiot! Shows them!

"Of course, Nothing is better then your pancakes!" Mattie let out a relieved smile that his brother will at least put food in his belly.

'It's better then nothing.' As Mattie packed the lunches, Alfred went upstairs to grab his bomber jacket and his bag. Making sure no science homework was left, other homework could burn. They were half assed anyway. And quickly bounded down the stairs still surprised he actually has time to get to school on time.

While he slipped on his shoes once again, he felt Mattie tug at his bag and putting the pancakes in. Making absolute sure that he did not forget it. Once again flashing his brother his Hollywood smile they left together.

NS...

The brothers had gotten there a minute earlier then they usually did but they didn't mind all too much, better then being late all the time. As Alfred dumped his bag down next to his desk he decided to copy his bag and lazily plop into the seat. Enjoying the silence, it was all too suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone sitting next to him. Opening an eye that he had closed during the two second relaxation period he took a glimpse of whoever was next to him. His quick peek turned to a full out glare as the Russian decided to sit next him with the ugh...Bullshit smile.

'Son of a bi-'

"Good morning Alfred having a pleasant morning?" Oh why oh why did god do this to him? And most of all why the hell is the Russian speaking to him? Wait...Oh damn.

'Oh sweet pixie sticks! The conversation! How the fuck did I totally forget about that! Oh god what if he tries to befriend me? No, no calm down Alfred, he's too much of a communist to have friends...Oh fuck! What if he tries to use it against me! Try and get into my brain and get informa-'

"Are you feeling alright comrade?" Alfred jumped slightly, pulling his head from absurd thoughts and just glared at the bigger boy. God how he wanted to just punch him in the fucking face so damn bad.

"I'm fine." It was a curt response, there! Short, simple, and enough so he couldn't respond. Or so Alfred thought.

'Alfred you my almost good looking friend are a fucking genius! Oh how I love myself!' Alfred gloated in his mind, stupidly thinking that he would be able to outsmart his Russian enemy. But as everyone knows Alfred isn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Hmm, funny because your breath smells worse then any deathly gas anyone could concoct." And Right there Alfred had an epiphany. If he could stab the Russian bastard, kill him and throw into the nearest river no one would ever care.

"Funny! Because I was about to say the same about your body odour." The Russian grinned slightly as he straightened up in his seat when the teacher came into the room. The teacher looked at them suspiciously, and frankly no one could blame him. Every time those two we're anywhere near each other WWIII broke out...That or the cold war if you want to be funny.

"You know American, when you're silent it makes me want punch you in the face a little bit less." Now if you're an insightful person, you might be able to see that there is a bit of a complement in his sentence very, very tiny, but still there. However this is Alfred we are talking about and Alfred is well defiantly not even close to insightful, and takes it as an insult that needs to be countered.

"And I like you better when you're choking on small objects." Alfred mentally cheered at his little comeback; however the Russian grin turned slightly sly and leaned over to the blond boy.

"Oh you mean like the thing in your pants?" Alfred's face turned red, not quite sure between embarrassment and anger. Probably more towards the anger because he insulted big john. Yes he named his junk isn't that lovely.

"If mines small then you don't have one at all." Alfred hissed, never talk about a man's junk! Never! That's like...A man's code! Ivan let out a devious grin as he leaned a bit closer to Alfred, making sure that no one but the two boys could hear.

"Well comrade that is where you are mistaken. Since I know quite well that I have one. Would you like to see proof?" Ivan grinned at the cherry red face of his rival. The taste of victory was quite sweet, especially since it got the idiot to shut up.

"Boys, class started two minutes ago. Are you done with your romantic moment?" said looking quite amused with the close proximity between the two enemies. Alfred sank in his seat and suddenly wished for the ground to swallow him when he heard the other students laugh. His face turned into a scowl, not at all amused at the thought of everyone getting there shits and giggles from his embarrassment. But life hates him and that's the way the cookie crumbles.

The Russian smirked as he saw the American mouth an 'I hate you' towards his direction. Ivan found no real embarrassment towards the call, since he knew that the kids around him would certainly not harass him...Not if they wanted to live for a long period of time.

Besides that little ordeal, Alfred was doing a fairly good job on ignoring Ivan the rest of the class. And was very relieved at the thought of not having to deal with his best students trying to kill each other.

NS...

English. Oh god how Alfred despised this subject. He was never really any good at spelling and punctuation, and really, who gave two shits about those stupid metaphors and simile bullshit? But as gave out notes and test like booklets that need to be freakin completed in like five minutes, Alfred groaned and tried to knock himself out by bashing his head on the desk.

tisked at the sight of Alfred killing precious brain cells. As much as she cared for her students including Alfred, He really needed to keep as many as he can to pass this course. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she gave a gentle smile towards the boy.

"Now now Alfred. You're going to need those brain cells for this class." She said as she walked off to the front of the class with a smile on her face. Alfred looked confused for a moment before blushing. Did Ms.H just give him a hidden bitch slap?

As he looked at the redheaded 24 year old he was quite surprised. although very adorable, was about as kind as a mother and looks absolutely harmless...But she's a teacher, and they are very deceiving.

"Damn Git, are you staring off into space again?" Alfred blinked as he looked at the Brit. Arthur and him have been best friends for...well ever. Since kindergarten had they been inseparable and told each other everything...Well almost everything. There are just somethings that should be left unsaid.

"Huh? Oh yeah, just thinking." Arthur lifted an eyebrow. How? God knows, those things must way a ton. The Brit rested his head on his hands, giving him a rather interested look.

"Oh my, so you can think. For a while there I was worried you didn't have anything to think with." Alfred threw him an unamused look.

"Oh Arthur, your faith in my intelligence astounds me."

"Someone give this man a meddle he knows what astounds means!"

"Oh shut up!" Arthur just grinned. They usually have playful banters like this often. Arthur was pretty much his brother from another mother. Sometimes to the point where he likes to act like the older brother. It didn't really matter to Alfred; Arthur at least made English go much faster.

Speaking of making English go faster, the bell had ringed.

Packing up all there crap that they have accumulated; the two ran out of the class room and down to the lunch room. Seeing Gilbert, The American shooed his best friend down to the lunch room saying that he'll be two minutes.

Running up to the only Albino in the entire school he gave him a light tap on the shoulder. Now Gilbert and Alfred are pretty good friends, but it was no secret that he liked the other twin. Which Alfred didn't mind at all as long as he didn't deflower his precious brother.

"Yo Alfred, Now what could have caused you to come see me? Trying to bask in my awesomness?" Now there was nothing wrong with Gilbert except for the ego that could kill puppies and make Godzilla cry in a corner, but once again. Alfred was not picky with his friends...No really he wasn't.

"Well i was going to give you Mattie's pancakes but I guess if you don't want them..." Alfred knows Gilbert will take Mattie's pancakes, he always does.

"Well fuck that, gimme the pancakes!" And so Alfred did as he watched the albino in jealousy as he nommed on the pancakes.

"Damn those were good Pancakes." He said with a grin as he tapped his belly. And it was true; no one could beat Mattie's pancakes. Suddenly the big Russian asshole had come into the pairs' point of view and both managed a massive glare. And although the two were very similar in many ways, the two probably shared one major thing.

Hating Ivan.

No one really knows on why Gilbert hates Ivan. Those two have a history far beyond the twins. And Francis and Antonio are pretty tight lipped about it so it must of been one hell of a reason.

"Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, hide yo husband cuz he rapin everybody up in here." Alfred whispered to Gilbert making him laugh. He just couldn't help but crack that particular joke, it just seem to fit the Russian bastard way too much to pass it up. Speaking of Russian bastards he must of heard him, or in the most likely of cases, must of saw his two most hated of people and sent a glare in their direction for the unheard insult.

Gilbert just gave a cocky smirk and saluted and Ivan just gave a creepy ass smile to go along with the glare making the crowded hallways part like the red sea. Not that anyone can blame them Ivan was probably the scariest kid in not only the school, but in America, Canada, and hell even Russia! But that didn't matter because the only two kids in the school were Alfred Suicide Jones and Gilbert Fuckhead Weillschmidt.

Of course lucky for the two morons, there were teachers pretty much crowding the cafeteria for their daily dose of artery clogging. And being that Ivan had no intention of getting in trouble that day decided to leave dumb and dumber by themselves.

The victory was short lived by Alfred as he felt hunger clawing at his stomach for food. Giving a frown towards his stomach, he bade a fair well to his Albino friend and dug into his pockets for his cigarettes. Stepping outside the building, he walked over to the smoking pit and lit the cancer stick. Still taking light drags, he exhaled the smoke he breathed in.

"Alfred, mon cher! When did you smoke?" Ah, of course there must be Francis. With his disapproving look of shame. Contrary to popular belief, Alfred wasn't that stupid to forget the dislikes of his friends. The new Francis hates smoking, too bad he got addicted to it and at such a rough patch.

"Oh, hey Francis." After a few drags, he was much calmer and better yet, not hungry. Francis frowned at how nonchalant Alfred decided to be, especially when it came to the boys' life it did get to him. He loved his cousins very much and although he was probably the biggest pervert that would flirt with anyone on two legs he still was going to make sure his baby cousins were okay.

"Mon Cher, May I ask when you started smoking?" Oh damn, if he didn't think of an excuse quick he'll go ask Mattie, if he didn't think of one.

'Oh god he'll hear about the lie and then Matt will put two and two together!'

"Uh..." 'Good job Al, very intelligible.'

Francis raised an eyebrow, putting his own cigarette to his lips. Francis grimaced; he wasn't showing that great of an example either. Plus he knew it would be very hypocritical to lecture his cousin and smoke as well.

"Well I er...Just kinda started." Hey it was the truth, and he could still keep it that way. Francis sighed, and then took another drag of cancer. Well at least he could still quite while he's a head. Squishing out his cigarette, He grabbed Alfred's and proceeded to kill that one too.

"OI!" Okay that was a dick move! Francis can't just take his cigarette! Man what a douche.

"Does Mattie know?" The Frenchman asked with a quirked brow. Usually the brothers know everything, and when one doesn't like what the other is doing, (which most of the time it's Matt scolding his brother.) Usually he stops. However this is quite a particular situation, Mattie must either not know of the smoking or Alfred's ignoring his brothers worrying.

"Yeah, I told him when I skipped breakfast to go out for a smoke."

There was suddenly silence. The Frenchman's face was actually quite hilarious, it kinda looked like when Arthur's hamster crawled into Francis's pants and bit him in the crotch. Arthur found it quite hilarious, that is until the hamster was thrown against a wall...Poor Freddy.

"You skipped breakfast?" It sounded as if Francis didn't believe him. Granted he usually ate like a pig but still...Asshole.

"You got your nards bitten by a hamster." Was Alfred's comeback. Francis looked confused and then un amused. It was something that Francis would rather forget. And Alfred loved to bring it up when Francis was picking on him for his weight or for his "Stupidity." Whatever he was awesome, they can bite him.

Suddenly the bell had rang signalling that lunch was about as over as the conversation was. Hallelujah.

"Well, Gotta go Francis! See ya!" Was Alfred's last words before he ran out and to his next class.

Francis frowned and watched Alfreds retreating form.

I'll talk to Mattie later.

EOC...

A/N: Hello my loves! I'm so sorry once again. This time i actually have no excuse as to why I haven't posted, since up here in Canada we are on winter break. (Well not for long since school starts on Tuesday.) But I have been working on this chapter bit by bit during winter break. I wanted this done and posted by Christmas, but that never happened because of writers block. So this will be my new year's gift to you. If you have noticed, this chapter has been a bit more Random/humours then the last chapters. That's because I'm giving you a break from the angst but still having bits to do with the concept of the story. So i'm soooo sorry if this isn't worth the wait. But i have idea's for the next chapter. Remember guys, if you have idea's don't forget to post. You never know, you might even get a shout out next chapter. ;)

Frohes neues Jahr! (Lil bit of German new years for the soul!)