"You idiot!" a shout echoed through the room for the seventh time as yet another chair went flying a Alfred's head, which he casually ducked.
"Dudes, what's the big deal?" Alfred rolled his eyes. "I knew my picks would get you angry, but why are you throwing this big a hissy fit?"
Yao and Ivan's eyes were twitching. Why are they trying to help the youngest member again? Maybe getting his heart broken will make him grow up.
But then again, if he is this volatile and dangerous as a child, and after Allen who he wasn't even in a relationship with, they cannot even imagine the hell that would Alfred getting his heart broken by someone he truly cares about.
Okay, so mission is not pointless.
"Besides, if you want you could just kick Arthur, or Gilbert, or whoever else suits your fancy, off. I'm always available" Alfred smirked and leaned back in the chair. His plan was going beautifully.
Yao and Ivan slowly lowered the chairs they were about to throw at the imbicile in front of them and instead opted for just leaving the room to duscuss what to do next. Alone.
"Do not move, understand aru" Yao commanded eyes narrow and dangerous.
"Yeah. Yeah. Do whatever you want, no matter what you do, I won."
With a final scowl, Ivan and Yao stomped out the door and locked Alfred inside. This was a common practice among them, mostly because in an emergency they all could pick locks like seasoned criminals. Probably because most of them had criminal backrounds, but once again, that is besides the point.
When they were satisfied with the distance from the door they began to talk about the current situation.
"What was he thinking, aru! Now what are going to do? I can't get rid of the stupid Brit because Alfred likes him, but I can't let Alfred get near him because Alfred likes him."
"I can create an 'accident'," suggested Ivan, complete sincerity in his voice. It wouldn't be the first time.
"You really think he is going to buy that?" Yao raised his brows doubtfully "He caught onto us when we lied about what we ate for breakfast before, so you really think we can get away with murder?"
"Not murder, just a terrible maiming."
"…You scare me sometimes Ivan. Don't think this means that you can boss me around or anything, but you seriously worry me."
Ivan shrugged and took a seat in one of the small chairs for the drama performace coming up later in the year. "This needs to be settled somehow. And quickly"
"Well, you did say he has been staying away since you threw your pipe at him," said Yao doubtfully. "So maybe we don't need to do anything."
Really, he just couldn't handle any more law problems. Ever since his parents had sent him to the states to 'heal' (ignoring the fact they were the ones who caused the problem) after the 'incident', he has tried to stay as far away from violence as possible.
Sure, he's run a few problems here and there, but overall he has calmed down quite a lot.
Ivan has too. He just refuses to show it. Back in Russia, he wouldn't have missed. He would have used it to knock out the Brit, drag him into a basement and try out his antique sweepers daughter on him.
Okay, that wouldn't have actually happened either. But still, he wouldn't have gotten out so clean.
They both haven't had the best pasts, each with their own problems that may have driven them a bit loopy, so adjusting to a non 'shoot first, ask questions later' policy has been rather hard for them.
"True, he did stand there shivering like a little puppy when confronted by a bear, so I assume that he may be done with his pursuit," agreed Ivan.
With a deep and breathy exhale, Yao pulled up a chair also and leaned back in it.
"Ay-ya, why are we even bothering with this. Alfred is a sixteen year old super genius who can literally drive someone insane. So why are trying to protect him like he is some two year old?"
"You know why…" trailed Ivan. They were the only family the three of them had (that they actually liked, and didn't think were useless or cruel).
"Do you think he's going to be angry when he finds out that we sheltered him from basically everything since he came here?"
Raising his shoulders and giving a look at the door, Ivan said, "I not know, nor do I care. He doesn't know any better and I think the culture shock will impair his judgment. He did living in almost isolation to the center of the big city, so he needs time to adjust. We are simply giving him that time."
"…Wow, you have really thought this through," said Yao in moderate impressments.
"Da. It is for the best. And we cannot have another Allen, can we?"
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They sat in silence for a minute, not really sure where the conversation could possibly lead from there, when like always, Alfred somehow managed to contradict the atmosphere even without being in the room.
"Hey guys, did you leave already? I'm just gonna break down the door if you don't let me out."
Ivan graoned, but was secretly happy for the lifted mood.
"Alfred, you can pick locks. Why would you break down the door?"
"Because that's what heroes do." The American laughed from the other side of the thick door. "Watch."
Guessing what was going to happen, Yao and Ivan scampered away from the heavy wooden piece, as Alfred slammed a stool against it to use as a battering ram.
The door flew open, banging against the back wall and cracking the already sullied bricks from the many times this has happened before. The students jokingly nicknamed the room 'the time out center'.
"See, told you. Now wasn't that was cooler than being all boring and picking the lock?"
The older two instantly felt their necks tense and eyes start twitching like they always did around Alfred, but let it go. It was better not to let Alfred think he won this round of 'aggravate the only people in your life who don't despise you with every fiber of their being.'
"We have decided that we are keeping the roster this year. Sorry Alfred, you are not going to get another chance to burn down the dance." Said Ivan without a sign of remorse.
"Seriously," Alfred huffed, his shoulders falling and crossing his arms. "But you guys hate Gilbert, and Toni, and… really just about everyone I picked, huh. What about Arthur? I thought you hated Arthur, Ivan."
Gritting his teeth, Ivan let out yet another death smile and said "You are correct. But I hate having to explain to the fire department why another building went down more."
Alfred narrowed his eyes at his friends. "Really, guys? It's been a full year since that happened. Let it go."
"No way aru." Said Yao. "I am holding that blackmail over your head forever."
"Of course you would," sighed Alfred. One time. One time.
"Fine, whatever. I won't be on it this year. I'll just tell Kiku my ideas and he'll pass them on."
Yao and Ivan let out a breath of relief that Alfred is going to stop his complaining. They could simply have Kiku run everything by them before he presents it to the club.
"But you know I am still going to help out though. I totally am going to MC when the first part comes around, plus I'm decent with a wrench (he is lying through his teeth. Unless it is motorized with a computer, engine or wings he can't do anything. He has to get other people to fix his staplers.) So I can help out with the set up and stuff. It's going to be awesome!"
Without a word the olders nodded. Once again, they could work with that. While they may not like the other's taste in music, they knew that he was a decent MC; could keep a crowd going and not get him or anyone else killed.
And as for the whole building thing…lying is only good when the people you're lying to haven't seen you trying to build a fence. In the end, like most things Alfred gets frustrated in with, the piles of wood ended up in shatters and in flames.
"Sure Alfred, you can MC and do whatever else. Just don't come to the meetings every week, alright" Yao confirmed.
"Yeah, yeah, sure guys."
Not feeling completely confident in Alfred's statement, but not willing to jeporidize their good luck of getting out without too much whining, Ivan and Yao decided it would be best to just quit while their ahead.
"Oh wow guys, look at the time. The ghost busters marathon is going to start soon," Alfred said with a glance down at his phone as he went to check his messages.
"You mean that childrens movie that made you pee your pants once," Ivan raised an eyebrow. Now that was blackmail material.
"I did not!" (he did). "and besides that was the conjuring, this is something else. And besides, you guys owe me for not letting me be on the committee."
Really they owed him nothing, but seeing as they were not going to be realesed until they get it over with, and they had left their bags in Alfred's room the night before anyways, they figured it would be esier just to go along with it.
"Fine aru. Just don't wake us up that early again."
"Yeah, yeah whatever," Alfred cheered as he dashed out the room and began the long treck to their dorm across the campus.
"This is going to be a long night isn't it..."
"Da, it is."
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Hey guys, sorry for not updating. My mom took my computer and wouldn't give it back until I 'detoxified' my room. Long story short, that took days.
Anyways, so this may be the final update until the beginning of December since my birthday is on the twenty fifth and Halloween is treated like a religious holiday at my household and prepared for, for days.
Lastly, I hope you guys like the hints I dropped about the backstories. They should all be coming up soon and are probably not what you think they are in a happy story like this. Also, people probably think I hate Spain from all the misery I give him in my (future/ haven't been published but are half written out) stories and will in this one, but I swear, he is one of my favorite characters.
Anyways, I'll cut this ramble short. Bye and thank you for your time.
-ithefantasticfanatic.