/Damn school for being butt-like. Sorry for not updating in like three weeks. . I'm pretty sure I forgot in the last chapter, but I do not own Hetalia./
It was about 3:30 when Alfred got out of the shower at home. I kept yelling at him to hurry up but he seemed to procrastinate getting out the more I yelled. But when he finally got out he came into my room stark naked.
"Hey Matty? Can I borrow some clothes? Dad hasn't washed my clothes for weeks and there all getting real smelly." I nodded not looking away from my book.
"Why not? You'd be taking my clothes anyway. Just learn to do your own laundry."
"It seems too hard. Why don't you do it for me?"
"Because I'm not your slave, Alfred. Your older then me yet you still find a way to make me seem like the older one." He huffed and crossed his arms. I looked over and thanked god he at least put pants on.
"Well fine. Teach me how to do it later. What movie do you want to watch tonight?" Al asked as he went to my closet. I dropped my book and facepalmed.
"Crap, I forgot to tell you. Francis Bonnefoy will be coming over. I'm helping him study for his history exam."
"What!?" he turned around and it looked like he was about to tear my shirt in half. "Francis? Out of all the jerks you could tutor you picked him?" he half screamed at me.
"Well... yeah. He actually picked me but you know. I'm a good person and said yeah sure why the hell not? And if you're going to be a dick about it, then forget cuddling or sex." I got up and walked out of my room down to the living room. I was furious at my brother, and wished we didn't have to live together. But like always he'd soon come down stairs and apologize then leave me alone for the rest of the night.
Just as he came down stairs and said "Hey Matty," the doorbell rang and I got up to answer. I opened the door and there was Francis. His hair was combed back into a loose ponytail and he was wearing khakis and a light blue button down.
"Do you usually dress so nice when you go to your tutors' house?" I asked playfully.
"Nope, but you said it was a date." He smirked and winked. I let him in and Alfred was sitting on the steps watching him.
"Bonnefoy.' Was his greeting and Francis gave him the 'sup nod.
"Ah, this night is going to be awesome! High sarcasm intended." I pulled my hair and pulled Francis to the living room. I felt the tension in the room rising in the five minutes they were near together. It lessened for a split second but Alfred decided to join our study session and sat down next to be.
"Ok then, shall we start?" they nodded. "Turn your books to page 127 and read aloud the Human Perspective and Settlement sections, Francis." I watched him nod then start reading.
"The sunbaked American Southwest was a harsh environment for it's early inhabitants..." He mispronounced environment and inhabitants and a few other words in the first section. Alfred found it hilarious. And by the time he finished the last sentence, he looked like he was going to cry and Alfred was turning purple. I was trying my damnedest not to knock Al silly.
So instead of hitting anyone I leaned over and quick, kissed Francis cheek. "You did wonderful, cher." The small amount of French made Alfred stop and Francis turn red. And so the night went on. Alfred made fun of him and I teased Francis, which in turn pissed Al off and he eventually stopped and went to make burgers.
While he was in the kitchen I fell back on the floor and let out a big huff of air. "God this is going to be a long night."
"I'll say." He leaned back on the couch and he closed his eyes.
Al came back with a few sodas and set them out on the table. "Burgers will be done in a few. What do you want on them?"
"Just cheese, please and thank you Alfred." I looked at Francis. He was on the guard. Back was straightened and his fists were clenched at the sides.
"Just a burger is fine by me, thank you." He lowered his head a little giving his eyes a dark look to them. Al shrugged and nodded, leaving us once again.
"What's with the tough act? Looks like your hackles are raised a bit." After he calmed down slightly.
"He doesn't like me I don't like him. If he ever talks to you after this night about me ask him what happened. I really don't wanna talk about it."
We left the conversation like that since Al came back with our burgers. He set the plate down and sat next to me. I took my burger with grace and Al handed Francis his on a plate.
Al murmured something I didn't catch and Francis was back on his guard. He didn't even touch his burger when he got up. "Matt can you show me to your bathroom?"
"Um yeah, sure." I got up and ruffled Al's hair as I past him. He knew it as a 'You're explaining later' and he hit his head on the coffee table. I lead the longhaired boy to the bathroom. I opened the door, let him in and followed, locking the door behind me.
"I want to hear our side of the story. Before I ask him."
"Yeah I figured." He sighed. "We were together once, early freshman year. We Skyped a lot and he showed me his cuts. And his knifes. And he bragged about all the kids he had to beat up because they said something to him.
He was getting on my nerves about this other chick I was seeing, that she was a prostitute that he banged her and that he was going to hunt her down and kill her or beat her up. I got mad and told him to leave me alone. I blocked him on Facebook, Skype Twitter..." He sighed and leaned against the door. "I forgot he was your brother to be honest."
"You two are stupid." I rolled my eyes. "I can see why the air between you two is heated." I stepped closer, "Wash up a little, you have pencil on your nose." He blushed again as I walked out the door behind him.
"Alfred! You're in trouble!" I could hear him getting ready to run. I grabbed him by a chunk of hair before he could sprint.
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