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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA!
Alfred's POV
I woke up at 8 a.m. It was a Sunday so 8 a.m. was seriously early for me. I found Mattie sleeping on his bed and I'm sure both my parents were still asleep. All three of them came home late last night. So I had to spend almost the whole night all alone… Don't you guys know how scary that is?
Well, being an awesome brother and son I am, I forgive them.
I stood up from my bed and never bothered to fix it. I went straight to the kitchen and made myself some toast and butter… (Too lazy to cook…). I got myself a glass of water and when I was done eating, I washed the glass and plate I used.
I went back upstairs and took a quick shower. And as I was wearing fresh clothes, I laid down on my bed…again.
What to do?
That was the only question that I had in my mind. Should I go online? Well, it is Arthur's day off, right? I shook my head as I felt my cheeks get warm, gah… nevermind. Later… maybe this afternoon.
I have a feeling he's still asleep.
I sat up, looked around the room and I spotted the jar that Peter left. With only two 1 dollar bills inside, I don't think their class will win with just that. Then an idea popped in my head. Since I'm not doing anything in particular, what if I roam 'round the whole neighborhood and ask for donations!
Alright! That'll be great!
I stood and walked towards the jar. I grabbed it and quickly ran outside. While walking, I looked around the whole place. There were so many houses. I can't believe they never donated even a single quarter to Peter.
I started with a random house. I knocked on the door and found that a woman, maybe my mom's age, had answered the door. I presented the jar with a big smile. "Good morning, miss! I'm here in exchange for my… nephew... uhm… cousin! Yeah, my cousin Peter!"
She raised a brow at me but she wore an amused smirk, "Really now, Alfred?" she asked me. My eyes widened, "How'd you know my name?" the lady gave out a chuckle, "I'm close to your mom, remember? I am your neighbor."
Ohhh Riiight. This woman used to hang out a lot with my mom but ever since my mom started working again, they never did hang out that much anymore.
"Right! I remember you… just bit." I gave out a nervous laugh that made her laugh even louder. "Now who's this Peter? I remember your mom mentioning you and you brother aren't that close to your cousins." Urgh… I've been caught.
"Okay, okay. I lied." I sighed and I saw the prideful smile she wore. "Peter's a lil kid who passed by my house yesterday. He had this jar to ask for donations and stuff for their school's fundraising. But he was roaming around the whole day yesterday and not even a single person donated. Well, I donated, see?" I showed her that there was 2 dollars inside the jar and she raised a brow at me. "Are you sure this isn't some kind of prank?" I was like, "Whaaa? No way! I ain't like that!" and suddenly, she giggled.
She pulled out a tiny pouch from her pocket and pulled out a folded 1 dollar bill. She dropped it inside the jar and I swear, my eyes were sparkling. I gave the woman a quick hug before thanking her. She laughed at my actions and patted my head. It made me feel like a kid again.
"Make sure this Peter is real, okay? But I never did see that kid pass by yesterday." I tilted my head, "Were you at home yesterday?" I asked curiously and she gasped before nodding, "Oh right. I wasn't. Forgetful me. Now go and do your thing. I still have to make breakfast, Bye Alfred!"
I waved goodbye and went on my way.
I knocked on each random door I saw and told them Peter's situation. Some scoffed but I was able to beg them to actually donate. That's how awesome I am.
Some gladly donated and wished Peter luck. They were nice enough to tell me that I was a great kid. I felt flattered, of course, but I kept that in the inside. That wasn't the point on why I'm doing this. I'm doing this for Peter…And mannnn! I can't wait to see him all happy and stuff.
It was about 12 when I went back to my house for lunch. I was able to make the jar almost full! I felt so proud of myself! Oh God, maybe Arthur was right. Maybe I really am a narcissist!
But that's not the point. I felt awfully excited to meet Peter again! If only I knew where he lived… but no, I'm no stalker and there's no way I'd track down his freaken house, alright?
Went I went in, I found Mattie making pancakes. And since pancakes are usually made during breakfast, I assumed he just woke up. I greeted him a loud, "GOOD MORNING!" that made him groan. I laughed at his reaction and messed his hair.
I sat on a random chair in our dining table and laid the jar there. I heard Mattie ask me to grab some plates so I followed. After he thanked me, I went back to my chair and stared at the jar.
The next thing I know is that Mattie placed one plate in front of me, beside the jar. He sat on the opposite side of the table and stared curiously at the jar, "Uh… Al? Why do you have a jar filled with… cash?" he asked.
I grinned at him before shoving a piece of pancake in my mouth. "If fo a fwend." My brother rolled his eyes but smiled back, "Sure." He muttered as he stood up again. I swallowed my pancake and quickly answered back, "It's true!"
Mattie just sighed, "Yes, yes. I believe you, Al." he approached the fridge and got a bottle of maple syrup and his chocolate milk. I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm but I froze when I could somehow feel this dark aura oozing out of him…
OH SHIT… HIS CHOCOLATE MILK… OH GOD… I'M SO DEAD.
"Alfred…~" I heard his menacing voice. I tried to ignore it and continue eating my pancake but suddenly he turned around. His eyes were scary as hell… He was giving me a death glare and I admit. That scared me. Mattie's scary when he angry, mad or pissed off. Why? Well, he has a freakin hockey stick upstairs. Do you guys really need an even more detailed explanation? That's right. No. I don't even want to imagine.
I shoved one whole piece of pancake in my mouth and swallowed it forcefully after a few chews.
I slowly placed my plate on the kitchen sink and tried to walk away… slowly…
"Oh, Alfie~ where are you going?" I heard Mattie coo. It sent shivers up my spine. I turned around and found my brother really pissed off, "Y-Yes?" I answered back, stuttering.
"What happened to my chocolate milk?~" I forced up a smile, "Well, uhmm, I-ah. Peter drank some."
*Snap*
"OKAY OKAY OKAYYYY! I'll buy you a new box! Just PLEASE STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT! But… could I borrow some money? I donated what's left of my allowance to Peter!" I cried. Mattie narrowed his eyes at me, "Who's Peter, anyway?"
I looked at him with an instinctive smile, "He's a friend. See that jar, it's for his class. I helped him ask for donations!" Mattie's pissed off face seemed to calm down a bit. "I see." He answered quietly.
He gave out a sigh and reached out for his wallet in his pocket, "Okay, here's my wallet. Just buy a box of milk! I swear, if you buy yourself some candy or something, I'll kill you." I nodded non-stop as he gave me his wallet. I quickly ran going outside and tried to find myself the nearest convenience store.
Normal POV – Alfred's Residence
Matthew sighed as his brother exited the house. When will his big brother grow up?
He then giggled, but if Alfred really did grow up… it wouldn't be the same Alfred, right?
The boy sat down on his seat and poured some maple syrup on his pancake. Right after, he drank the remaining milk he had. He washed the dishes and as he was about to go back to his room, the doorbell rang.
He walked his way to the front door and opened it. His eyes widened to see a little boy greet him, "Alfred!" the boy quickly tackled Matthew. The Alfred-look-alike merely shook his head. He was mistaken as his brother, yet again.
He slowly moved backwards as the little boy let go of him, "I'm not Alfred. I'm sorry. I'm actually his brother. We look really alike so I'm used to getting mistaken as him."
The little blonde gasped, "Oh dear! This is so embarrassing! I'm really sorry! Is Alfred home? Oh, I'm Peter, by the way!" Matthew raised a brow in surprise. So Peter was actually a real person. He should apologize to Alfred when he's back.
"Alfred's not home right now. Would you like to come in?" Peter nodded, "Okay then!" the little boy then turned to look at another man. Matthew never noticed that there was another blonde standing a bit far from Peter. "Come over here, big brother!" he called out.
Matthew giggled at the boy's enthusiasm and led the two blonde's in. He led them to the living room and served the older man some coffee and little one a glass of juice.
"I'm pretty sure Alfred will be back soon so… just make yourself at home." Matthew announced politely. He wasn't really good with people. Usually, that was Alfred's job. He groaned to himself… Where the hell was Alfred when he needed him? Oh, right. Buying milk.
Matthew planned to go upstairs and check on his parents when something in his mind clicked. He clasped his hands together that surprised the two brits then turned to face them, "You're Peter, right?" he blurted out.
Peter nodded then chuckled, "Yes, I just introduced myself." Matthew held back the feeling of embarrassment and just softly apologized. He adjusted his glasses and walked his way to the kitchen before Peter could ask anymore further questions.
When he arrived, he grabbed the jar full of cash. He went back to the living room and presented it to Peter. "I think this is yours." The teen smiled at the boy.
The little Briton stared at his jar with wide blue eyes. He slowly shook his head, "H-How's that possible? I remember having only two dollars from Alfred." This made the Alfred-look-alike smile. So his brother wasn't really lying. He really didn't have any cash on him because of the little boy.
"He told me he helped you ask for donations so I assumed you were with him earlier this morning." Matthew answered. The little blonde shook his head, "No. I actually went here yesterday but I accidentally left the jar. He asked for donations for me?"
Matthew couldn't help but giggle. That sounded like his brother, being all heroic and stuff. "I think so. I'm telling you, Alfred's broke. So I swear all the cash there are not his." He earned chuckles from the two Britons that made him smile.
He handed the jar to the boy and felt somehow proud of what his brother did. Peter kept on staring at the jar with huge, impressed eyes. It was adorable.
The older brit faced Matthew and flashed him a grateful smile. Matthew merely smiled back then-
*BAM*
"Yoooo! Back, bro! I bought the milk you wanted and… Peter?" Alfred's eyes trailed down to the man beside the little boy, "….What the hell?"
Alfred's POV
What the hell? Was that Arthur?
Light blonde hair… Bright, green eyes… Oh God… no.
Must be his doppelganger! That's right. He looked exactly like him. Just looked. There's no way that Arthur's in my living room right now. Just… no freaken way..! Haha…hahaha…
Peter was the first one who greeted me. He laid his jar down on the coffee table and ran to my direction. He tackled me and hugged me as tight as he could. "Alfred! You actually went around the whole neighborhood and asked for donations?" the little boy was able to say in a muffled sound. I hugged him back and patted his head. When we were separated, I winked at him and gave him a thumb up.
"Heck Yeah! Ain't that awesome? GAHHHH! I wanted to show it to you first!" I pouted. Peter laughed at me, "No, no. It's quite fine. I'm really happy!" That's what I yearned to hear. I wore a proud smile and pinched his cheek, "I'm glad then!"
Peter flashed a toothy grin and dragged me to the couch. "Oh Alfred, this is my brother!" I took a glimpse of the Arthur-look-alike and I'm sure he's trying to avoid me.
That made him seem more like the Arthur I know! But… well, that's not a bad thing, right?
Maybe, real awkward but not a bad thing.
Arthur stood up and extended his hand to my direction. "I'm Davis Hughes… Pleasure to meet you, Alfred, right?" A sense of relief filled my being. But I can't bear stop myself from being disappointed. It would be real awesome if I'd actually met Artie.
Then it crossed my mind. What if he was just lying? Psssshhh, there's no way.
I held his hand and slowly shook it. "Yeahp. That's right. Alfred Williams. Awesome meeting you here!" I saw Peter wearing a confused look. As he was about to speak, Davis covered his mouth. Peter doesn't know my surname, right? Yeah… he doesn't. I took a glimpse of Mattie that was giving me a confused look as well so I snuck a wink at him. He rolled his eyes in response.
"Peter was talking about you the whole night. I'm really grateful that you took care of him yesterday." The dude said. I shook my head, "Naww, no prob, man. Anytime."
Well, ain't this awkward… HE EVEN SOUNDS LIKE HIM! BUT… JUST CHILL.
INHALE, EXHALE… NO NEED TO WORRY…
"Well, Peter and I just went here to retrieve his jar. I'm really thankful for what you've done to Peter." Davis started. He took hold of Peter's arm and started walking away. I quickly stopped them.
"Don't you want to stay for lunch of something?" I asked. Davis…Gah, Can't I just call him Artie? Well, he wouldn't know. Well, anyways, Arthur shook his head and politely declined the offer, telling me that they ate already.
"Can't you guys stay here for a while?" I whined. I saw Peter face his brother with pleading eyes. I wore a childish pout and faced the elder brit with one of my best puppy eyes. And nobody, I mean NOBODY can bear my awesome puppy eyes.
He suddenly sighed in defeat, "Well, alright. Just for this afternoon!"
Peter and I high fived and started cheering! "Let's go upstairs and play, Alfred!" I nodded, "You go on. I'm just going to put this in the fridge. Hey Mattie, can ya lead Peter? He can use my laptop." My bro and Peter just nodded back at me and went on their way. When Arthur was about to follow them, I stopped him and pulled him going to the kitchen with me.
I placed the boxed milk in the fridge and faced Davis Hughes…
The dude was staring at me nervously; I stared back at him with a neutral expression. But you guys, I was hella nervous as well. I was about to speak when he suddenly spoke up. "You just enjoy lying, don't you?" my eyes widened.
"No way! Davis Hughes? Really?" The man scoffed, "Well, I wasn't sure if you were the real Alfred!" I rolled my eyes, "Oh, please. You were just scared cuz you know I am the real one."
"So you knew I was Arthur all along?" I held back a laugh, "I don't think there are other people with massive eyebrows like you, Artie." Arthur's cheeks started to turn red, "Then why'd you have to lie? I thought you were 'Jones'!" I gulped and scratched the back of my neck, "Well, I felt kinda nervous, you know?" I looked away, "I wasn't sure if you were the real Arthur. Especially when you told me you were DAVID HUGHES! Where in the world did you get that name?"
Arthur rolled his eyes, "I had to think on the spot, git-" Right after that, I covered my mouth to avoid myself from laughing… He said git. He actually said "GIT" Mannn, that's so weird.
"Why the hell are you laughing?" I muffled a laugh, "You… said git.. pffft" There, I exploded. Arthur was glaring at me, his teeth gritted, "IT IS A REAL WORLD, BLOODY AMERICAN!" I bit my lip, "I..I know.. jus…" you're the first person in my life to actually use it.
"nothing, nothing…" he rolled my eyes at me. I heard him mutter, "such a small world…" I had to agree with that. Artie… was actually in front of me right now.
I…ahm.. sorry. I have to stop with only that for today. Haha… Something came up..
:I I'm having a bit of a bad day. But.. it's prolly all my fault.
I'm real sorry guys. I have huge writer's block ongoing right now and… I'm real sorry. I can't think straight.. and there's one thing for sure. I'm real scared.
And this chapter's not even that good. I'm real sorry guys… I'm real scared at the moment. Real scared. But I brought it upon myself… and it's all my fault.
Gahh… I'm acting all emo again :I Sorry again… and I'm real sorry for my excessive apologies.
I feel like crying. Wth =)) uhm… You guys, Thanks for reading. :D