Chapter 2: We aren't bad, just poor!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia…*Sadness*

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"What were you thinking?" Matthew hissed as he pulled away from his brother, scowling deeply.
"Mom wanted me to go get you…" Alfred answered sheepishly, usually the roles were switched.
"You embarrassed me! How could you do that to me!?" Yup, the roles were definitely switched. Alfred was usually the one who gave this lecture to his brother.

"Oh Matthew dear, did those bad people hurt you?" Their mother crushed Matthew to her chest, he pushed her away with a fierce glint in his eyes.
"They're aren't bad people mom, just down on their luck…" His facial features softened as he held his mother at arm's length.

"Not bad people? Oh Lord, they've brainwashed you!" She tried to hug him again but Matthew was too quick, by the time she turned to scold him he was already in the house.
"What are we going to do with him?" She clucked and padded back to the porch for another glass of lemonade.

"Bad people…?" Ivan, Gilbert, and Arthur perhaps. Though, that Collin guy wasn't 'bad'. He seemed to be doing his all to take care of all those children, and yet he didn't look a day over twenty-four. Suddenly, he didn't feel the urge to join his parents on the porch, instead he wanted to talk to Collin again.
"Alfred, dear? Don't you want more lemonade?" His mother called out.
"Come join us, son!" His father called out as well, Alfred couldn't help but smile and rush onto the porch to join his father. He was completely unaware of the amethyst colored eyes and the owner of those orbs smirking at him.

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"So how was your visit to the neighbors?" Their father asked during dinner that night, their mother sent a disapproving glare across the table.
"It was…Interesting." Alfred chose his words carefully, trying to not offend his brother.
"I met a man there, his name is Collin. He was really nice to me, I guess he's the only one that takes care of the younger kids." He continued while picking at his over-boiled vegetables.

"Yeah, Collin cooks for the kids and takes care of them while his parents are at work. The rest of them just hang out there and live there for free." Matthew explained while picking at his food also, but for a totally different reason.

"Still," their mother chimed in, "those teenage boys that live there are nothing but trouble! I want you two to stay away from them!"
"Yes, mom." They both groaned in unison.

"Hey, you two!" Their father warned in a good natured way. He reached over and ruffled their blonde hair. A few minutes after their conversation, Alfred began to frown a little and a crease formed at his eyebrows. Matthew noticed with a raised eyebrow.

"Al? What's wrong?" Mattie poked his elbow and shoot a worried glance at him, it was rare to see Alfred so quiet.
"Huh? Oh, I was just thinking…" Alfred gave his twin a lopsided grin, Matthew snorted at that and threw a pea at his head.
"Hey!" Alfred laughed and threw a baby carrot at Mattie. This continued on until their 'mother' slammed her utensils down and started to yell at them about playing with their food. When they were in the upstairs hallway, both began to laugh until both were wheezing and wiping away tears.

"'Night Mattie!" Alfred chirped, while Mattie gave him a hug. The blonde smiled and returned the hug and didn't let him go until Mattie was trying to flail away from him, laughing the entire time.
That night Alfred had fallen asleep with a smile on his face, it had been a long time since he had an actual smile on his face.

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"ALFRED!" Erratic knocking woke up the blonde, he yawned and rubbed his eyes. Before he could even get out of bed, the door flew open and Matthew barreled in looking pale. He pointed a shaking finger towards the window and collapsed upon the bed. Curious, Alfred got up and sleepily pulled the curtain back and the sight that met him nearly made him slam his fist against the window.

"MY FUCKING CAR!" Alfred yelled and ran out of the house, despite still being in his Captain America boxers. The car had its windows and windshields broken completely, the tires were slashed, and the car itself was keyed. All that was left completely intact was a bottle of Russian Vodka seated snugly on the driver's seat.

"Matthew, who the fuck did this?" He grabbed his brother by the collar of his shirt and shook him, anger overriding any sense in his head. That car had been a gift, from his father and his mother. He picked up the bottle and threw it against the Kirkland household, yelling profanity all the while. It took both Mattie and his father to restrain him, he had murder on his mind.

"Alfred! Calm down, we'll sort this out soon enough!" His father reassured and dragged the flailing and yelling Alfred back into the house. Once he was safely in the house and away from anything breakable, their father decided to talk to him about it.

"Alfred what the hell happened?" He asked calmly while rubbing his son's shoulders. Alfred tensed and clenched his fist.
"Our fucking neighbors, that's fucking who! Who else is trashy enough to do that kind of shit just because I intruded on their fucking party! Dad, I didn't do anything wrong! I'm going to fucking kill that Russian bastard!" Alfred ranted, slamming his fists on the coffee table, cracking the glass.

"Calm down Alfred! Don't blame all of them, I'm pretty sure it was some random kids or something, right?" Matthew meekly interjected, his brother's wrath turned upon him.
"What?! Are you fucking siding with them? Who else drinks fucking Russian vodka except for that asshole?! They fuck up my car and you think they're innocent? Who's fucking side are you on?!" Alfred hissed and almost lunged across the coffee table if it wasn't for his father holding him back.

"Al! I'm your brother, of course I'm on your side! I'm just saying, you shouldn't blame them for everything that goes on in this neighborhood!" Matthew put his hands up in defense, trying his best not to squirm under his brother's heated gaze.

"Just because they're poor doesn't mean they're bad, Alfred." Their father remarked thoughtfully.
"I'm not saying they're bad or anything! I'm just saying that one of them fucked up my car, and that one is going to get his ass kicked!" Alfred growled angrily.

Matthew glared at him and scurried out of the room, like a god with its tail between its legs. Alfred sat there a little longer, trying to regain his composure. No way in hell was he going to let these assholes win, punks or not. He felt himself crack an evil smile, for the first time since he began high school he felt like his boring life was going to take a turn for the interesting.

"Alfred…?" His father asked suddenly, concerned by the devious smile on his son's lips.
"You can't fight fire with fire, you'll only end up burning everything down." With that said, his father ruffled his hair again and walked out of the room.

"Now how do I get these fuckers back?"

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A/N: Another upload?! IMPOSSIBRU! I know this is waaay short, I'm just trying to pace myself and get back into the swing of things. I'd like to give a BIIIG hug to the alerters/favoriters (are those words? Nope? NOW THEY ARE BWUHAHA) anyways, thank you guys~ Lots of love from threegreenbeans~