This one's in Alfred's POV 8DD What I'll probably be doing is switch every chapter or so. /Ex. Alfred, Matthew, Alfred, Matthew/ But sometimes I'll do the same person twice in a row = v ='

Matthew was sleeping soundly and wasn't moving around much. I mean, yeah he doesn't move around a lot when he sleeps normally, but it still bothered me. I didn't like seeing him sick 'cause it made me feel like I didn't have any way to help him besides giving him pills or something. A REAL hero would be able to totally cure him on the spot but I'm not able to, which totally sucks! Plus, what if a ghost enters him? I heard that when someone's sick, their body gets really weak and makes it easy for ghosts to enter! I shuddered as I pictured Mattie possessed by a ghost. That would be super scary, maybe even more than The Ring! ...Ok, maybe not THAT scary, but still. I was getting bored watching him sleep and my ass was hurting from sitting on my rolly chair for so long, but dad told me to watch him while he went out. Maybe I ignored Mattie at school, ignored him at times, and totally forgot all about him, but I still cared for him.

I mean, he's my bro! Who wouldn't be concerned when their bro passess out on them in a parking lot and gets the flu?

Anyway, after a few more minutes, I decided to go downstairs to get something to eat; I couldn't play video games 'cause dad took'em away and my cell was turned off until I was ungrounded. I could use the house phone but to be honest it kinda sucks and it has really bad quality when talking to someone. Not my favorite kind of phone. That and it gave off a heavy static sound that made me feel like a ghost was in the phone lines! Opening the fridge and grabbing a Hershey bar that I had saved I walked back upstairs and jumped on my bed, pulling a magazine out from under it.

"Time for some action." I gave a smirk and opened it, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit.

"Oh, Miss August, you look stunning in that string bikini! And Cherly, that's a wonderful black bra you're wearing! See-through, just the way I like it! How did you know?" If dad knew I had this he would flip out and probably shit his pants; he's always telling me that magazines like this are a disgrace to women and what-not, but I honestly can't see why. If these women want to do this, I DEFIANTLY not gonna stop 'em! I had just put my hand in my pants before something horrible happened.

Like, really REALLY horrible.

Matthew had woken up and was staring at me bug eyed! His face was redder than normal, with him being sick and all, and his mouth was open like he was gonna say something. We both just stared at eachother in silence. After about five minutes I pulled my hand out, put the magazine away, and scratched my nose- not with my, ah, "dirty" hand though. This was totally NOT heroic!

"Al-Alfred, what-what was that? Were you really just...ah...j-..jacking off?" Matthew had been sitting up and brought his hand to his mouth in a loose fist, obviously embarassed from seeing me about to jerk off. Or something like that, I couldn't really tell.

"Nooo," I slid my eyes away before looking back at him, "Yees. But if YOU saw a girl like Cherly or Miss August, you'd do it too!" I crossed my arms and legs while puffing out my cheeks. Why did he chose NOW to wake up? He defiantly had unawesome timing! Matthew bit his lip and looked away.

"I...don't do stuff like that, Al. Honestly. It's really..." He trailed off and rubbed his ear.

""Really"?"

"Um...na-nasty. And uncalled for. Couldn't you have at least done it somewhere else? Like the bathroom or something? I don't want to see you jack off practically in my face! It's not something I want to wake up to, especially if I still feel bad!" He gagged a bit before sighing heavily. I made a slight face before hopping up to go wash my hand. Matthew's defiantly a total cockblock, even if I was going for myself!

Wait, so he cockblocked me from myself? Was that how it was put in this situation? At least I know to NEVER double-date with him, seeing as he'd probably kill the mood! Geez, can't a guy get his jerks in his own house? When I came back to the room Matthew was lying back down, trying to read a book. I saw the trashcan right next to his bed and knew right then that he'd just barfed; that, and he looked like paper, which he always did after he barfed. I rubbed the back of my head before sitting down next to him on his bed. He slid his violet-blue eyes over to me without turning his head and then looked back at his book. Sitting criss-cross I decided to start a conversation.

"So. What'cha reading?" He wiped the corner of his mouth before replying.

"How Hitler Could Have Won World War 2. You probably wouldn't like it." I stared at him.

"Hitler? Wasn't that he guy that had that weird swirly symbol thingy?"

Matthew raised an eyebrow at him before pushing his glasses back up.

"You mean a swastika? You really need to pay attention more in History."

"Whatever! I only need American history! Who needs that World History stuff anyway? It's boring!"

Matthew rolled his eyes and turned a page in his book without replying. I gave a huff before starting to poke his cheeks over and over.

"Do YOU like World History Mattie? Why do you even like it? Isn't it stupid? What's so great about it? Who's your favorite president? What's your favorite country? How many pages are in that book? How far are you in it? What's it about so far? Why's it so big? How come-"

Matthew slapped his hand over my mouth while his eye twitched along with his mouth.

"Stop. Talking. NOW." I rolled my eyes at him- Cause I mean really, who could ever take Matthew seriously? He's like a little puppy! He's so harmless and fluffy and-

"OWW!" He pinched my lip! He pinched my LIP! God damn it!

"Did you even hear me? Did you hear me tell you to read the atmosphere and know when to be quiet? Did you?"

"Read the atmosphere? What bookstore's that at?" Almost EVERYONE had been telling me to read that! How do they all know about that book, 'cause I've never heard of it! Matthew's mouth twitched and he pinched my lip again; gasping a bit, I pushed his hand off and brought my own to it, trying to soothe it but failing at it.

"It's not a book, Alfred. If you're really that air-headed than go Google it." Matthew gave a huff; I noticed that he was sweating a bit even though it wasn't even that hot. I placed my hand on his forehead and scrunched my eyebrows together.

"It's not hot, so why are you sweating?" Closing his book, Matthew fell back and placed his hand on mine before giving a strained smile at me, sorta like he was irratited at me or something.

"That's something that comes with the flu. You never get sick, so you wouldn't know a lot about it. It's a common symtom, so don't think about it too hard Captain America." His head felt so hot on my hand and I started wondering what it was like to have the flu. I've actually never gotten it in all of my life! Mattie got sick a lot, which I didn't understand why, so I guess he must really be used to it or something. I still don't think it's normal to start out that bad while getting the flu though.

"Ok then, Canuck button, I won't." As I grinned at him his face turned redder than it already was before he grabbed my hand and put it on his right cheek.

"Oh, shud' up! You know I don't like being called that! I'd rather you call me Maple-Kins or something!" I chuckled as he grabbed my other hand and placed it on his other cheek, which made me raise an eyebrow at him.

"What are you doing? You're acting all weird..." He closed his eyes while pouting at me.

"They're cold and they feel good. That's why." A grin came on my face.

"They're cold and they feel good? What ever do you mean by that? 'Cause you know, I could always help you in more ways than just this-" Matthew smacked my hands off and punched me in my knee, causing me to let out a whine.

"Geez, what was that for? Owww..." I started rubbing my knee while Mattie gave a mad frown at me as he crossed his arms.

"Don't make that into something perverted! I would never want you to touch me down there! I wouldn't even let you touch my hips, you masturbating cow-licked moron!" He turned his head the other way and let out a loud angry huff. I rolled my eyes before getting up and stratching.

"I wouldn't want to anyway Mattie! I'm not gay, especially not for my brother. Keep on dreaming, little bro! I'll go get you an ice pack or something."

"Thanks a lot, burger-man! No guy would want you to touch 'em anyway!" He stuck his tongue out at me before turning over and making me have to look at his back. I stuck mine back out at him, even though he couldn't see it, and ran downstairs back towards the kitchen to get a plastic bag and fill it with ice. This should be cool enough for 'em! That way he won't use my hands anymore! Well, not that it was a bad thing or anything. It's just a inconvinence to have both my hands in use without my consent! That's why! As I walked back upstairs holding the plastic bag, I stopped right at the door to see Matthew barfing once more into the trashcan, looking completely horrible and looking like he was about to cry. I fast walked over, held his hair back, and even rubbed his back a bit before giving him the bag after he laid down. Mattie gave a small smile at me as he placed it on his cheek.

"Thanks Al. Really." I flashed a smile and a thumbs up at him.

"No prob, bro! I AM the hero after all!" Matthew's smiled twitched before it turned into a small frown.

"You know, it'd be nice if you'd act this way at school. I mean, even just a bit." I felt my mouth twitch.

"Well, you know, I-"

"You can't though. I understand. It'd be really horrible if I was seen with you. But," Matthew gave me this really strained smile, "This happens to everyone, so it's fine. I think I'm going to go back to sleep, so could you please get off my bed?"

I blinked slowly before doing what he asked, still processing what he had just said to me.

"You know I don't really, ah, mean it, right?" I frowned as Matthew stared at me with this weird look; it didn't look right to me.

"Yeah. I know."

"But you do mean it, don't you?" It was like his eyes were saying that instead, but I tried to shrug it off as I walked back to my own bed, pulling out a game magazine. After a few minutes I heard Matthew let out a light snore, so I knew he was back asleep once more. It was like all he really felt like doing!

But, you know, I'm still wondering if Matthew's lying.

Is he?

MASTURBATION, A CELEBRATION- /SHOTSHOTSHOTSHOT/

I'm sorry, but I just HAD to do that = v = Alfred's a douche :U But that doesn't stop me from loving him. ; v ;

/sometimes./

*Edit*
I fixed the word errors in the chapter =v= Even when I check the writing about 5 times before submitting there's always a bunch of mistakes that somehow go unnoticed OTL

I SUUUCK.