Don't own Hetalia or any of the characters (Forgot to put this on the last one)
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The next day, Alfred woke up with a new hope. Yes, he could just get a friend in town, but there was something way more exciting about him becoming friends with a stranger. Especially if they came from out of town.
He got out of bed and went on with his regular routine, eating breakfast with the Queen, getting properly dressed, and going outside to meet up with a close friend named Matthew. To him, Matthew was a childhood friend he cared for greatly, he wouldn't know what he would do if something happened to him…
It wasn't hard to tell the difference between the two, seeing as Matthew wore ragged clothes probably passed down to him from his eldest brother. On the other hand, Alfred dressed very nice, with a blue cape draped down his back and across his shoulders. Underneath the blue fabric, he wore a long sleeved shirt with some pants which were both snug to his body. Also, unlike Matthew, he wore shoes.
"Hey dude," The Prince said once he got to the spot they usually met which was located in the castle's garden. The Canadian jumped at the sudden conversation, he had been in some sort of other world looking among the beautiful roses and daisies planted in front of him.
Matthew looked back behind him, almost falling from being crouched down on the ground. "Y-You scared me!" He laughed, the laugh almost nervous-like. He opened his arms for a hug. They always greeted each other with hugs. Well.. Not when there were adults around, they would treat the two like girls!
Alfred pulled him in for a hug, but only to pull away hastily afterwards, seeming to remember something important. He almost jumped up and down from the excitement of the thought.
"Guess what?" He said excitedly.
"It seems important enough to get you to hop around. What is it?" Matthew fixed his messy shirt from the abrupt hug.
"There's gonna be this new guy," Alfred's face brightened at the mention of this new guy. The Canadian suddenly felt a feeling sink in his stomach, and he furrowed his eyebrows. Why was he so happy about some guy he's never even met?
"And he is our age! We should totally make a posse and rule the world. More or less." The Prince finished.
"Do you even know if he'll like us?" Matthew said in return, he really wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. All he knew was that he had to get it out. Alfred was his best friend… not someone else's…
"Maybe not you, but everyone loves me." Alfred announced proudly, him being Royal and all has made him a little over-confident and Matthew couldn't help but snort obnoxiously.
The Canadian let out a small chuckle, more along the lines of "I'll kill you if you keep talking about this" than just a little laughter. "Right…"
"I can't be the only one super excited here!"
Matthew shook his head, mostly to himself, but still shook his head. He disagreed with this man if it was the last thing he would do. He ended up rolling his eyes. Alfred, who he had known for five years, still amazed him with his ignorant personality. He just couldn't notice how disapproving of the new comer he really was.
"Oh c'mon…" Alfred complained, but it was a jokingly complaint.
"This town isn't used to new things, especially people. Yeah, it's an honor to have a guest to this town, but the people are not going to like, per say, this new guy. Everybody is anxious ever since the.. The Frits rebelled against the town's laws and burnt down three houses. (With people in them) This is exactly why we don't let people into town. Something bad is always bound to happen."
A long sigh was drawn from Alfred's lips. "Well, he isn't gonna turn out like The Frits! He's a good person, I can tell! Geez, Matt, will you just stop worrying for once?"
Matthew continued, "You barely know the guy, not even what he looks like or what his name is..!"
"Just shut up! You don't know him either! But at least I can see the good when it's there!"
"He'll turn out exactly like The Frits! He'll… He'll kill innocent people just like that group of savages did!"
"He's our age! Why would he kill innocent people, he is just coming to visit our town!"
"Every single time someone has come to "visit" our village, someone gets killed!" Matthew referred to all the other casualties they have had in the past due to the King and Queen's judgment of one's character.
That's when Alfred stomped off, not looking back. He was fuming by the time he walked back into the castle. How could Matthew say things like that about someone he didn't even know? Say things about his parents…
Matthew watched his friend stomp off and realized what he had said. He had suggested that Alfred's parents were bad at what they did. He wiped his eyes, ridding them of the tears threatening to spill over and walked off himself.
The Prince flew open the door, sure he was nine but he could get angry too. One of the maids was startled and almost dropped a tray of tea that was in her hands. She was currently on her way to the kitchen to put away the teacups.
"S-Sir, are you alright?" She asked the small boy who looked about ready to tear through the house.
"I'm fine." He replied, a tone to his voice that screamed not to mess with him.
Alfred stomped through the house until he got to his father's study, he ran in the door and tackled the King. "Dad, Matt is a jerk!" He whined and clinged tighter to the man's waist.
"Son..!" The King half-yelled. "Now, now, calm down. What happened?" He tore the boy off of him, grabbing his shoulders to help him calm down. He always knew the best ways to calm Alfred down. Just a touch to his shoulders and he was back in reality.
"...Matt and I got into an argument, he kept saying how that new guy was going to kill someone when he got here!" Alfred pouted, his young self couldn't help but be a child. Once he got older, he would probably learn his place a little more.
The King picked him up and set him on his desk, on a couple papers that were okay to be crumpled a bit. "I think you just need a little time away from each other." He ruffled Alfred's hair, only to get a surrendering huff in return.
"Fine. …When is he coming anyways?" The Prince asked out of pure curiosity.
"Oh- Soon enough." There he goes again, saying those two words. That was always his answer!
"I want to know the day. Please?" Alfred put his hands together and put on his best puppy dog face. He knew how to get his way when he really tried.
"You know, I'm not supposed to tell you. I don't even tell your mother about any of this." His father raised a brow, but it was obvious a smile was tugging at the corners of his lips.
"P-leeeease"
"I guess I could make an exception this time." The King placed a finger over his mouth. "Don't tell anyone. It's a secret, alright?"
Alfred stayed quiet, waiting for his answer. He put his hands together in his lap, trying to be polite. He never really did be polite, he just did and got what he wanted, when and where he wanted.
"…Soon enough."
"Daaaaaad!"
"Joking, joking," The King held up his hands, laughing mostly to himself than at his son. "He's coming around December, I believe."
"That's," The Prince counted on his fingers, messing up here and there and having to restart. "Three to four months away!"
"Patience is the key to-"
"To everything and anything. Yeah, yeah, I know. You always say that." Alfred sighed heavily, and jumped off the desk. "You don't have to recite these things to me constantly." He stalked over to the door, his hands behind his head in a way that made him feel cool. But a sudden crackle and light piercing the room made him jump and run back to the King.
The King hugged the frightened boy closer to his chest, chanting a soft song he had heard his wife singing to calm Alfred down when he was scared. They both had beautiful voices so it really didn't matter who sang it. The song was one of the only things that helped his muscles relax.
Rain pounded on the window loudly, the boy still hugged his father's chest. The lightening shining across the sky and sending the room into a bright whiteness for only a second or two. The song drowning out the rain and thunder easily.
"Hey, Al, I bet your mother is scared. You think we should go save 'er?" Alfred perked up immediately.
"Y-You think so?" He stood shakily, his hands on his hips. "Well then, why don't we go save her!?" He put his arm up in the air, like any hero would. The King hooked his hands under the boy's underarms, lifting him up onto his shoulders.
"Let's be off, shall we?" The King said in a manor that only uptight people would use. Like that Mrs. Linquist in town. She sold the fruit, and somehow they weren't rotten because she sure was. Alfred would pass her with his mother on shopping days in the market and she looked at him with disapproval. He only stuck his tongue at her.
The King leaned down, making sure the boy didn't hit his head on the doorway. They started up the stairway, Alfred cheering for him enthusiastically. Saying things like, "Go! You can do it! For mom!"
Not long after the King touched the first step he touched the last one, jogging down the twisting hallways with a giggling Alfred upon his shoulders. His hair being pulled from the blonde holding on so hard.
Alfred and the King bust in through the Master Bedroom's door, they flopping down onto the bed. Alfred landing on top of his beloved mother and the King landing on the unoccupied side of the bed.
"Afternoon dear," The King said, his voice laced with a gentle poison.
The Queen rubbed her eyes groggily, she had been napping. The reason unknown to either of the men in the room. "Afternoon…" She yawned and sat up, taking Alfred into her arms. She snuggled her nose against his, resulting in an Eskimo kiss.
"Dad said you needed a hero and here I am!" The Prince exclaimed, a proud grin spreading across his face. The Queen looked over at the other man in the bed and rolled her eyes.
"Why would I be-" A roar of thunder echoed throughout the castle and when she realized what she was to be afraid of she clutched Alfred close to her. "I guess you were right. I am scared. I'm glad you came to save me, my Prince."
"I knew you were scared, so I had to drag dad up the stairs so we could save you." He smiled an award-winning smile.
"It's true, hun, he almost carried me up the stairs." The King tried to say seriously, but it couldn't be taken that way with all the giggles that were escaping while he talked.
They were a giant, happy family. Alfred could practically see the heart's in his parent's eyes. It wasn't very hard to see how much they loved each other. Every day they would gaze at each other, that atmosphere surrounding them. But finally seeing it up close, it was more than fascinating. He could only wish that someday he would have that atmosphere in his grasp.
They all lay there giggling and making smart remarks and comments to each other. It was always this way, it would never get old. Happy and innocent. A loud thumping had them silent, thinking it was the thunder but it sounded again. A knock.
Alfred leaped up and rushed out of the bedroom.
"I got it!" He yelled excitedly.
I forgot to put Author's notes on the last chapter. Oops. But anyways, I personally am in love with this story, hope you are too.
I'm gonna be crying like a bitch though. XD
I'm not quite sure if this is one-sided AmeCan or not… In the original draft, that scene with Matthew was more of a confession than an argument.
Guis, I think you should already know that that OC is pretty important. Oh and I was thinking, "I probably should have made Maggie and her mom Lili and Vash." But I didn't.
Oh well.