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Chapter 1: Moving in and meeting new people

Arthur zoomed into the new house as soon as the door opened.

"THIS HOUSE IS HUGE," he cried running around like a bullet.

"ALLISTOR I TOLD YOU NO ENERGY DRINKS NOW HE'S GONE WILD," Scott cried making them laugh.

"He pouted at me," he defended.

"Well now we have an oversized bullet zooming around," Scott said shaking his head.

"I WANT THIS ROOM," his voice echoed from upstairs.

"HEY WHO SAID YOU COULD PICK ALREADY," Liam yelled up to him.

"ME!"

"Well he got there first so deal with it," Scott shrugged. "That was the rule whoever gets to what room first and likes it it's theirs."

"Allistor I blame you," Liam scowled.

"Shut up sore loser," he said going up the stairs.

"Well at least I won't have to share with you anymore," Séamus teased going by Liam.

"Shut up you love me," Liam said smacking him.

The house was a big black and white house with six bedrooms, three baths, a living room, kitchen, dining room, four storage closets, two car garage, a basement, and a large room they would make into a den to play games and such.

Arthur zoomed down the stairs to get his stuff. Movers had already furnished the house except for the beds let left in the Livingroom and den for the boys to figure out their room then take their beds up. Arthur ran into the house with a dresser over his head making Scott screech for him to put it down and for the other four to wonder how the hell he was carrying it like that. Arthur ran from his dad cackling as Scott chased him panicking about if he would get hurt or not.

Arthur put it down in his room then turned and went to zoom off again only for Scott to catch him around the waist and threaten to tie him up if he didn't stop giving him miniature heart attacks. He was only released when he promised to be careful. When they were done bringing stuff in he ran out to throw a big wade of tape away. He zoomed to the blue trash can and almost rammed into the teen on the sidewalk.

"Sorry," he grinned up at him.

"My my you are so cute," he purred cupping his face. "You're adorable like a little bunny. I wish to be your friend and keep you forever. We can even play games if you like," he said stroking his face and winked.

"ALLIE THIS GUY IS BEING A PERVERT," Arthur cried instantly.

"Non I'm just naturally…" Francis tried to defend.

"HANDS OFF CREEP," a voice boomed and a fist plowed into his face making him let go.

Allistor stood over him threateningly producing a murderous aura.

"Oh my you are such a handsome..." he was cut off by a hand holding up to signal him to shut up.

"Touch him again and I'll kill you," he said coldly and grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled him along back to the house.

"Bye pervert! If you chill out and not be a creep we can be friends," Arthur called waving at him.

"NO YOU WILL NOT," Allistor snapped.

"Buuttt AAllliiieeee," he whined as the door shut leaving Francis outside stunned.

"I made a bad impression on the most handsome person I have ever met," he whined depressed. "I need comfort. Maybe the other new neighbors will be nicer," he said hopefully to the house next to the little blonde's and huge red head's house.

To the Beilschmidts again!

Ludwig sighed unpacking the last box in his room then went to go store it into the garage. His dad would take them to recycling later. He took the other empty boxes in the hallway as he went through and down the stairs. He went out the door and put the boxes in another neat stack. When he walked out a blonde popped up.

"THE OTHER NEIGHBORS HATE ME PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE NICE," he wailed hugging him dramatically.

"I'm not nice. Get off before I break you," Ludwig demanded.

"SO MEAN," he wailed into his chest.

"GET OFF," Ludwig roared throwing him off.

"LUDDIE," Gilbert's voice scolded.

Ludwig looked over like a kicked puppy.

"Bruder he started it he's weird," he whined.

"That's no excuse. You could have hurt him now come on. Help him up."

Ludwig helped him up with a pout and his cheeks slightly puffed up in anger. Francis's eyes widened.

"YOU'RE ADORABLE," he screeched diving on him gushing.

Ludwig shoved and protested wildly. Gilbert laughed at the pair prying the blonde off his cute little brother. Ludwig hid behind Gilbert giving his adorable angry look at the other male still.

"Who are you? My name is Gilbert and this is my little brother Ludwig," Gilbert smiled.

"I'm Francis," he smiled back. "Your little brother is adorable," he exclaimed.

"Oh I know. He just won't admit he's cute though. Would you like to come in and meet everyone?"

"Please," he smiled and followed the pair in.

He was also gushing internally when Ludwig kept throwing angry glares and cute pouts his way.

Insert Alfred into all the randomness.

Alfred knocked on the neighbor's door that moved across the street. He wanted them to know a hero was always close by so they need not worry. The door opened and a small blonde peered up at him.

"Yes?"

"I'M ALFRED AND I'M THE HERO! HAHAHA SO DON'T WORRY DUDE I LIVE RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET AND IF YOU NEED A HERO I'LL BE HERE!"

"DDDAAADDDDD SOME GUY ON DRUGS IS VISITING US," the blonde called making him sputter.

"I'M NOT ON DRUGS!"

"I'm not so sure. You seem to be on drugs," he insisted.

"A HERO WOULD NEVER BE ON DRUGS!"

"DAD HE INSISTS HE ISN'T ON DRUGS SO MAYBE HE IS JUST INSANE," he called.

"ARTIE CLOSE THE DOOR WE DON'T LET DRUGGIES IN THE HOUSE," a voice roared.

"BUT LIAM HE IS IN THE WAY OF THE DOOR I CAN'T CLOSE IT," he whined.

"STOP SAYING I'M ON DRUGS," Alfred wailed.

"YEAH MAYBE HE'S JUST DRUNK," another voice called.

"THIS IS TRUE! I DIDN'T THINK OF THAT DYLAN THANK YOU," he called to him.

"YOU'RE WELCOME ARTIE!"

"I'M NOT ON DRUGS, INSANE, OR DRUNK," Alfred roared at the blonde.

He stared at him a long moment green eyes shimmering innocently. The house was silent.

"SO…YOU'RE JUST STUPID," a voice questioned from upstairs.

"THAT'S IT," the blonde cheered like the voice was correct. "ALLIE COME MET THE STUPID GUY SINCE PAPA WON'T!"

"LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT," Alfred roared grabbing his collar.

"Are you angry? Awww! Did we hurt your little feelings? Mr. Not a hero."

Alfred stared at him silently then flicked his nose hard realizing he was only going to be harassed by the blonde. Who responded with adorable evil giggles proud of what he had been doing. The other members of the family came down and teased him some more then he found out the little blonde was named Arthur. He'd remember that. He was going to tease him mercilessly like he just did him for the rest of their lives. He could definitely see them being good friends.

After awhile of chattering he went to go greet the other neighbors. He knocked on the door and blinked at the huge blonde that answered.

"MY NAME IS ALFRED AND I'M THE HERO…."

"GO BE HIGH SOMEWHERE ELSE," he cut him off and slammed the door. "Dad the neighbors are weird," Ludwig complained walking to the couch to him.

"Tell me about it," Folkert said eyeing the door as the person kept whining he wasn't on drugs.

Francis was gushing over their house making the pair worry he'd be a regular. They had seven bedrooms, four bathrooms, kitchen, dining room, basement, three car garage, living room, den, and a backyard inground pool. Folkert had been saving up for a really nice house for a while.

"I'M NOT HIGH," a voice wailed again.

"SHUT UP YES YOU ARE," the pair roared back.

Alfred whined giving up and went back to his house to go sulk about both families thinking he was high. Matthew wouldn't stop laughing when he found out which made him pout more.

And that's chapter one! Lol I had to pick on those two dorks a bit. Don't you just love that the two families have the same minds without knowing each other yet? Anyways I hope you all liked the first chapter!