Thanks for the reviews, bisexual cookie and Guest! This is the second chapter, in Alfred's pov. Thanks so much for reading that last chapter!

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Bisexual cookie: Hehehe. You never know, it could be even a detective or one of their relatives. But I agree with you, yeah it could be Alfred...

Guest: thanks for the review!


ALFRED POV

Stepping into math, Alfred grinned and walked over to he and his friend's group of desks. The beige wallpaper covering the room only made the class seem more boring in his opinion. Even with the brightly colored posters just trying to cover up the edges of the walls, he could see the slight curl of the wallpapers. The school was that old.

Sliding into the empty desk in the back of the group, he grinned more at Matthias and Gilbert. As the teacher went on and on and on about fractions and geometry, he felt himself slipping into a vegetative state.

Somehow, this always happened, no matter what he did. He still captured the information, he just didn't hear the teacher's voice. Shrill and short school bell rang, and Alfred jumped slightly. His knee hit the top of his desk and he clenched his teeth in pain. Those desks were resilient. But so was Alfred, and he continued in his day.

English class was no better. This class always reminded Alfred of Arthur's grammar speeches, 'going to not gonna', etc. He honestly didn't care. As long as people heard him and understood what he was saying, he just left it as it was.

When he left the class, his head was numb and he felt like it could break if someone tapped it. But it wasn't because of English class, huh. He shook it off, heading to one of his favorite periods. Gym. It was his favorite 'cause he was really really good at it. His friends always joked that he had super strength.

It helped that he always exclaimed, "I'm the hero!", sometimes in the halls, and his friends teased him good-naturedly, saying things like, "Would you like a cape with that?" or "What would be your superhero name, Alfred?"

He honestly didn't know what his name would be if he was a superhero. He certainly wasn't one right now. When he finished that class, he was sweating and he quickly changed into his regular clothes for lunch. Ahh, lunch, the best part of the day. He grabbed his regular, a cheeseburger, and sat down at the table he and his friends had sat at for a long time coming.

Joking and laughing with Matthias and Gilbert, he introduced the topic they had been talking about on the phone before he eavesdropped on England. "What if we were countries?"

Matthias grinned. "You'd be America, because you were born here and you act like the average American boy stereotype."

Gilbert laughed, "I'd be the one once been nation, what was it, oh yeah, Prussia!"

His friends looked at him. "Why?" They both asked, and Gilbert shrugged. Then the bell rang again, and they all rushed to their separate classes, so as not to be late. 3 hours later, the last bell rang, and a stampede of students rushed out of the classrooms. The once quiet halls now where filled with lockers clanging, idle gossip, and laughs all around. Heading towards the bus, Alfred loped around a group of gossiping girls, and jumped onto the first step, smiling at the bus driver.

When he finally got home, Arthur wasn't home yet, so Alfred vanished into his room like a ghost. When Arthur finally got home, Alfred was passed out in bed. Smiling slightly, Arthur pulled up the covers around Alfred.

"Goodnight, Alfred." He whispered before turning off the light and closing the door.


Later that night, an imposing figure stood over a blood-covered body in the middle of a warehouse somewhere in the city. "Finally," he growled. "The damn kid died." He had pulled the teen, struggling, from his bedroom where his younger brother was sleeping deeply. With only one light source, the kid's white hair shined in the dark, and the tall figure stood up and walked over to the phone. His thick white gloves, flecked with blood, made dialing hard, but he dialed 911 and then left it there, already leaving the building hearing, "Hello, Hello?", behind him, and getting into his bike, he shot through town to his apartment.

Sorry about killing off Prussia guys. You know I love the awesome trio. (best trio ever!)So, we read America's school day! Thanks for for reading, and this is AutobotCopperShadow, signing out!

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7/4/15