cause all they want is money money money
FUCK THE USA
Nuclear bombs are fuck all new
you'd better start running when they drop on you

Fuck the USA, The Exploited

To his dismay the person he was trying to call could not hear him over the loud music at the front. Arthur groaned messing his hair and entering the large group of people who rounded a pit in the middle pf the floor. It was hot with all these people and he knew he was stepping on others but didn't care. It happened all the time.

Arthur pushed the people to the side getting some looks or not even anything. All he wanted was to shout and punch someone in the face. He was real glad when he finally reached his destination and grabbed hold of said destination by the shoulder and yanked them roughly to gain their attention. The man turned around. He was a dirty blonde and his hair was cut like a Mohawk but it was down and only a piece of hair flicked out. He had bright blue eyes and smooth face that had no piercings. Arthur knew this face and it only caused him to scowl.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he asked.

The man shrugged off Arthur's arm from his bomber jacket that had a huge 50 painted on the back and patches strewn around.

"Enjoying myself," he said not at all faced by the Brit's anger.

His voice had no British accent, he was after all American.

"Don't be a smart ass Alfred, I know what you want,"Arthur continued to shout over the music.

"Dude, fuck off. I get to play here as well. Sorry I tossed my beer in your face that one time, but you had it coming."

Alfred gave Arthur a smirk and drank some of his beer. The Brit furrowed his eyebrow in anger. The man in front of him was so cocky he wanted to wipe that smirk off his face permanently.

"Well don't start your bloody shit with my drummer and I wont have to kick your arse, cunt."

Alfred laughed in Arthur's face. Neither noticed the circle pit get larger nor closer to them. They did not even focus on the band as they sped up their tempo. All they focused on standing against one another. Ever since they had met they could not stand each other. What with Alfred's smart ass remarks, and Arthur's short temper. Yet they always saw each other at the gigs, it did not even matter if either band performed, they would go just for the insults, and sometimes fights.

"Is that a threat, I know you'd be chicken shit though. You wont do shit, just sick someone on me...pussy."

Arthur crossed his arms staring intently at the American, "Fuck you."

Before Alfred could respond, someone pushed him into the pit. Arthur wanted to laugh but he was pushed inside as well. Both men pushed and elbowed to get out, but Alfred had other thoughts. He saw Arthur and rammed him knocking him down on the floor. Those in the pit stepped over them, even on them until some offered to help.

When Alfred was being pulled off to his feet Arthur pulled his arm back and punched him in the face. Alfred was knocked off his wobbly stance back to the floor as Arthur lifted himself off the floor with a triumphant grin. Alfred sat on the floor with a hand massaging his jaw. He too got up off the floor rammed himself again to Arthur this time he made sure to punch Arthur in the ribs causing him to groan in pain. Arthur winced but tried punching Alfred again but missed. They both grappled the other. Arthur kicked him hard in the shins only causing Alfred to grab his head and knee him in the nose. Arthur got a shot in his diaphragm before they separated. Arthur felt his nose that dribbled blood, but it did not feel broken at all. Alfred rubbed under his ribs trying to breathe before a huge man cam towards them grabbing them roughly before they could start again and tossed their asses out into the alley. They groaned on the dirty asphalt floor that was wet and tried to get up with some dignity.

They both heard laughing as they got up, bleeding, dirty and sweating. They turned their attention to the creepy laughter and from out of the shadows a couple of skinheads appeared. Arthur immediately recognized them. He knew they were dangerous and not to mess with them. They could beat up anyone and leave them somewhere to die from broken bones or a punctured lung.

"The fuck is so funny," Alfred asked as he wiped the blood away from his mouth.

The smile left the leaders face and Arthur tensed. The idiot had no idea who the hell he was talking to.

"Show some respect, I could twist your neck before you could even blink."

What made him scarier was the calm voice that he spoke in as he described killing someone.

Arthur had to cut in before the idiot got them both killed, "Twat. Don't fuck with the skinheads."

Ivan laughed. Alfred stared at Arthur and then Ivan not at all fazed. He wouldn't scare easily, not even if the Russian glared at him. He knew of Ivan, and he guessed Arthur did not know him or his group.

"Does someone need to get educated," Ivan asked flipping his switch blade and steeped closer to them and his goons followed in his steps.

He stepped closer and Alfred was going to make a move, Arthur was going to stop him but Ivan beat him as he pressed the knife against Alfred's cheek.

"This is Ivan," he informed calmly,"that is Ludwig, Gilbert, Mathias, and Kiku, they are his loyal bitches.

Ivan only pressed the blade closer to his face before removing it and stepping away from him. Alfred had a cut on his cheek from were the blade had been pressed up against his skin.

"I thought you had left England already Alfred,"Ivan said.

Arthur realized that both men knew each other and had history that most likely did not end well.

"I like it here," he said wiping at his cheek, "and I know you'll only end up missing me when I left."

Ivan chuckled eerily, "Next time I wont greet you so kindly."

Ivan moved away with his gang and made their way into the pub leaving both punks outside.

"You know, I think the German brothers are Nazis."

TBC!

muwahahah! Okay I'll try to post the next chapter sometime next week since I'm still working on it and I'm trying to work on my Doctor Who Story...which will not be posted until some time on September...