"Papa, dad!" Arthur shouted as he ran into the shop, his new step brother right behind him, and was about to pass him until he stuck his foot out sending Francis tumbling to the ground.
He ran around the store for a few minutes, Francis doing the same but going in the opposite direction. They intersected in the cereal isle, where they also found their parents.
"Dad, Papa!" they shouted crowding their respective birth parent.
"You've got to come home right now." Arthur started to drag the frustrated German out of the store.
"Oui. Well, I found out what they were doing first." Francis said, doing the same to Romulus.
The two parents looked at each other and rolled their eyes, twisting their arms out of their wards grip, and staring down at them, with confused looks. This made sense for Arthur, but had Arthur really corrupted Francis in the hour they were away.
"Did we run out of tea?" Their papa said with a frown. That is basically the only thing that could get Arthur as flustered as he is right now. And Alfred's butchering of the English language. Actually, just Alfred in general can get Arthur pretty upset. Although that would still not explain why Francis is here.
"Non." Francis answered for Arthur, who was getting more and more angered by the second. "You have got to see what your little boys are doing."
Romulus laughed and said to Arthur. "Oh so you have filled up my other son's head with that nonsense now, ay Arthur."
"What do you mean!" Arthur protested adamantly. He was not filling their heads with nonsense. This is just like when everyone was insinuating that unicorns do not exist. They still say so, but Arthur has at least learned to just keep it to himself.
"Well, I seem to remember a time that you said Alfred had trained Donkeys and Elephants to sumo wrestle; but when I came home there was an astonishing lack of any of the things mentioned above."
Francis shot Arthur a look that clearly said 'they really did that?' Arthur nodded and Francis's look of confusion and astonishment just got larger. He misses his home in Paris. If he is going to have to deal with this every day it is going to drive him insane.
"Besides." Said Romulus. "Isn't Alfred a little young to be a rollercoaster engineer?"
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The smell of sparks and motor oil permeated the air of the large, yet still cramped car factory. The sound of drills and hammers beating into metal was deafening, and cars of all colors were being carried along a conveyor belt behind them as a long arm machine of something was screwing in nuts and bolts.
The man that the fourteen year old twins were waiting for the approval of was scanning over the long sheets of paper with an astonished look on his face.
He peaked over the top and handed them back with his eyes scrunched and brushed back his hair with his hand. "Uh, aren't you two a little young to be rollercoaster engineers."
"Yes, yes we are." Alfred said with a dopey and smug look on his face. The two of them get that a lot.
"Oh…well then, uh, I'm very impressed." He continued. Well, it's not his job to question. "The forms all seem to be in order, although I have never seen them filled out in crayon before. So if there is anything I can get you, anything at all, just let me know."
Alfred looked around the automobile factory, as Matthew was playing with a blow torch behind him (probably having a little more fun than a boy should have with fire.) His bright blue eyes landed on the machine thingy that was screwing in the bolts on the cars.
"Do you think we could borrow one of those gadgets?"
The man shrugged and tossed them the keys. Alfred thanked him and called down Matthew, and instructed him to attach it to the coaster car, which was currently hanging through the window.
Matthew rolled his eyes and said that he doesn't get to be ordered around. Alfred sighed and apologized and added a please to his statement, which caused Matthew to glare again but attach it anyways, and Alfred reprogrammed it, and soon both boys were in the car, their feet on the handle bars as the robotic arm placed down the tracks.
"Ah, this is the life." They said at the same time looking around the city. There was this weird curled purplish building that they were heading towards and swore they saw something crash through an open window, labeled, "Héderváry evil incorporated."
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Gilbert hooked the rope onto a chimney on the roof of his enemies big building. Really, he just as easily could have crashed the car through the window, but hey, where's the fun in that?
Grabbing the rope with both hands, Gilbert kicked off the side of the window and crashed through into the familiar purple painted room with green tile. Mrs. Héderváry and Mr. Edelstein were over in the corner, the Austrian on his ever used piano and his wife by a red button with the word "Arms" written above it.
"Oh Gilbert the agent."
"The awesome," Gilbert corrected her, straightening his hat. "It's Gilbert the awesome now."
The woman in the dress blanched, pursing her lips and putting her hands on her hips. Why did they have to get Gilbert assigned to them of all people? Her husband should really be the one dealing with this since it is his need to take over the Hetalia State Area and convert it to music that throws them into these nut job schemes, but he was too much of a delicate flower to deal with things like this apparently.
"Fine Gilbert the awesome." She finally said. "What an unexpected surprise. And by unexpected, I mean completely expected." She pushed down the button, and long, robotic arms came out and grabbed each of his limbs, although missing his left leg since he managed to move it to the side in time and hoisted him off the ground.
"Really? This again?"
Elizaveta narrowed her eyes, grabbed one of her frying pans from the large stack next to her, and threw it at the albino's head. It hit with a crack, and Gilbert reached to pat the spot where he had been hit, but his hands were still restrained.
"Dudett! That was not awesome. I mean, ouch! I never did something like that to you."
"Shut it." She commanded, throwing another one at him, strangely in time to her husband's (whose role in this should be coming up any moment now) happy melody, that always makes her feel so much better.
"We, the Hédervárys." Yes, she did have her husband take her name for the company sign. She does all the work, therefore she gets the name. "Have come up with the best plan ever to take over the Hetalia state area, and turn everyone to the beauty of music. Now honey, do you mind stopping your playing to explain this please."
The Austrian groaned in his head, but did not let any of this bleed into his refined and professional aura, one that screamed high and wealthy upbringing. He stood up from the piano bench, his cape billowing out behind him as he walked up the steps and next to his wife. "I, Roderich Héderváry, with the help" (read: complete doing) "of my wife, have covered the entire Eastern Seaboard in tin foil. And then put my giant magnet next to my amplifier which will exponentially increase the beam and allow me to pull it, therefore altering the rotation of the earth."
"That is so genius honey." The Hungarian fawned over her husband with a slightly dopey look, and leaned in and kissed him on the lips; while Gilbert tried not to puke.
"Gag, please, stop you two. That's so gross. I get you love each other and all, but do you really need all that PDA?"
Elizaveta broke off the kiss and glared at Gilbert, but knew he was right, (not that he needs to know and blow up his already ridiculous ego.) She could do whatever she wanted with Roderich when there is not a sixteen year old nuisance in the room. So she dusted off her skirt and stood up straight.
"Thank you." Said Gilbert. He would have added an arm motion but thanks to the losers above him, he is kinda tied down at the moment. Literally. "So, okay, you rotate the earth and stuff. Why?"
Elizaveta turned to her husband and tilted her head a little. Actually, he had not told her why he was doing this, other than he did the calculations and it would work. She never had really thought to question her husband's judgment in this.
"Yeah sweetie. Why are you trying to change the rotation of the earth?"
A small bead of sweat formed on Roderich's dark brown eyebrows and he stuttered out, "w-well, u-uh, I may not have gotten that far in the plan, but I assure you, I will figure it out."
The sole woman in the room's eye started to twitch and her smile got much more creepy than sweet. "You mean to tell me that I just spent our life savings on tin foil, drove around for hours missing my spa appointment and karate lessons, and climbed on buildings patting them down with the foil while dodging the police; when you did not even know why."
"…Yes."
That was when the Hungarian picked up her pan again and began chasing her husband around the room. Roderich did not look too worried though. Both spouses, and the agent being forced to watch this disaster, knew that she did not have the heart to hit him. But next time Gilbert came around he was probably going to get a pretty heavy beating.
So Gilbert was forced to watch, bored out of his wits. He decided to start searching for a way out of the binds. Looking around and below him, he saw a nail was the only thing reachable on the tile floor below him if he stretched out the one dangling foot. Above Roderich was some electric wiring, still abuzz with power.
And this was why he was chosen as agent of the year seven years running. As they say, he was never more than a carton of baking soda away from a doomsday machine. Or in this case, a nail and some electric wires away from escape.
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"But dads." Arthur Lamented to his family, as did Francis. They were now both invested in getting the two boys back home in trouble. Francis now was aggravated and his stubbornness began to kick in. So if he wanted those boys going down; they were going down.
By one of the pillars in the store, Matthew taped up a poster with the ridiculously long name Alfred had christened the ride with, as well as a picture of it. Arthur and Francis turned and for once were able to see Matthew (a miracle to be honest).
"Alfred and Matthew present the 'Superhero, rollercoaster of epic 2900' now open." they read out simultaneously, as well as turned to try and drag the parents to the poster that had to be a conclusive piece of evidence for them.
Another group of kids also walked over and saw the poster, reading it over with excited looks on their faces. This was so cool! The twins who had become known the town around for their awesome parties and contraptions had taken the school year off, and now were apparently back in business.
"Do you think we get a discount if we bring the poster?" asked one of them.
"I don't know, but we should take it anyways." Another shrugged as the third ripped it down and the trio proceeded to bolt out the door; sign in hand.
"Hey, look, look, look." Arthur dragged their papa over and proudly showcased the now empty pillar. "I told you I wasn't crazy. Now do you believe me?"
Francis chuckled a bit and said, "Uh, mon cher, I do not think it's there any more."
Arthur's eyes bugged out as he turned to the now empty pillar and let out a shout (not a squeak and if any French frog suggests otherwise he will punch them in the face.)
"B-but I'm not crazy."
"Yes," Francis teased. Maybe he does know for a fact that in this case Arthur is not insane, but why give up such a good opportunity to mock him? "Because screaming at random pillars is totally a thing a sane person would do, non?"
Romulus laughed and turned the cart back around, his husband following in suit. "Now Arthur, if you are done here, feel free to come with us to the dairy section to scream at some cheese."
"Cheese?" Francis suddenly perked at the word. Forget the twins, there is some bleu nearby.
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Alfred hushed the crowd that were all standing and whispering in the readily made circus tent in front of their large machine. It had taken all day, but it was finally done. Matthew tapped the microphone a few times to make sure that it was actually working before handing it to his brother. He would have just made the announcement, but he knew that it would have just been wasted since no one would pay attention to him anyways.
The heavy rock music that the twins had on cue began to play, and the disco ball Alfred had Matthew install above the crowd began spinning causing little white dots to cover everything and everyone.
"Ladies, gentleman, sisters and brother, and that one mother who bothered to show up to this death trap; the hero, Alfred F. Jones and his sidekick Matthew Williams have brought you all here to introduce the newest of our epic inventions. The 'Superhero, rollercoaster of epic 2900'!"
Matthew pulled on a rope than brought down the back sheet of the makeshift tent, revealing the red, white and blue monstrosity spanning across the city. The carts were eagles with Maple leafs stamped on every few feet for good measure, as well as sewn into the seats and handlebars. The track itself was stitched together lazily with spare parts, and that showed itself rather clearly, but the audience was too much in awe to even notice or care. It reached higher than the tallest building on the horizon, and as if to exemplify that fact, a pigeon that had been flying by, flew smack dab into the top and plummeted to the ground.
"So, who wants to go first?"
The entire audience had their hands raised, and even though he kept it cool, Ivan had his hand raised by far the highest…although that could also be because of his thundering height. But completely not because he could actually care about what his arch rival built, because that would be completely and utterly preposterous.
Alfred and Matthew smiled to each other, and then waved the people in the front row onto the cart. Alfred may have also had Ivan move to the front since he would not have been in the same cart as him since Ivan was in the back of the theater. But totally because he wanted to brag, and not because he wanted to impress him or anything. That would be totally ridiculous. Alfred also totally did not basically force everyone else in line out of the way so this way Ivan could sit in the second row right behind him, which other than the one he and his brother shared, were by far the best seats in the entire ride. Ivan just got there on his own…somehow.
The ride creaked off and they began the long, tedious and terrifying journey up. Alfred and Matthew stood using the special braces they had installed to be able to do so.
"So here is the awesome hero belts, which I totally invented to keep all you not hero people from getting hurt. So all you do is put the clippy thingy in the other thingy an-" as Alfred was explaining how the seat belts work, he dropped it and it crashed down to the ground with a clank loud enough to be heard up where they were.
"Um Alfred…I get you have been trying to kill me since kindergarten, as I you, but I did not think you would be idiotic enough to do so when you are on the same ride as me." Ivan said with his sarcastic, witty, and terrifying smile growing ever bigger. "Congratulations, my confidence in you has sunk even lower."
"Oh shut it Ruski." Alfred snapped, getting off the braces with his brother and sitting back in his seat, crossing his arms and pouting as he did. "Just enjoy the ride."
The thrown together pile of parts reached its highest point, overlooking all of the Hetalia State Area in one swoop and for the first time in Ivan's life, he would admit to being terrified. To himself, not to anyone else of course.
Alfred was also starting to get a little nervous. His parents would kill him if he got anyone killed and they sued. "Uh, you all signed the waivers right?"
But that really didn't matter at this point, because at that moment, the ride dropped and they were speeding down at over a hundred miles per hour. Screams echoed through the Hetalia State Area and the twins huddled together as they screamed. Wind cut into everyone's flesh and they felt like it was going to fly off. The track was wobbling underneath them as they sped around. Everything smelled of saw dust and fear and the wind had sucked all of their mouths dry. They headed through the first seven loops, and then a triangle as they were whisked under a bridge of rolling traffic. A pile of snakes were dropped on their heads, causing the boy behind Ivan, an Italian named Lovino Vargas, to start kicking and screaming out curses in both Spanish and his native language, as his friend tried to cover his mouth.
"Relax," Alfred tried to roll his eyes but the wind was too much to let him. "They're just rubber."
Then the group took a plunge into a literal mud pit and stayed submerged for a few seconds, long enough for Ivan to decide that the time he slipped rat poison into Alfred's food when they were ten probably caused some irreparable brain damage.
They shot out and went through a car wash, where everyone got whiplash from the sudden stop. A few people scurried out of the car while it was stopped, but others did not have the chance because as soon as they were in, they had a shine on their bumper and were sent out speeding again.
Alfred pointed ahead and said to his brother, who was clutching Kemieriri…or was it Kininsic?…Kimily? Ke$ha? Who knows and who cares at the moment, to his chest as he was shaking like a leaf on a tree. "Hey Mattie, there's the A's."
Just as he said, a long series of A shaped bumps came along, and they began bouncing and making the "Aaaaa" sounds as they did. Then they looped in a spiral wrapped around that purple building, where when Matthew looked in he could not help but think he saw an albino guy trapped and a woman in a green dress panting holding a frying pan.
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Now I know a lot of people will be wondering this, so I am just going to put this out ahead of time. Alfred is tsundere Phineas, Ivan is a more tsundere Isabella.
Go wild.
-ithefantasticfanatic
