I just ran around my yard while it was pouring and thundering. I was also in a dress, yeah not a great idea. I have a concert Wednesday and some crap meeting about Quebec to go to Tuesday, so yeah I decided to update today! I have a picture of Big Ben and the Eiffel Tower on my phone, I scare myself. Okay done blabbing and onto the story~ Emz

Chapter 3

So far a week of school has happened. On the upside, Arthur and Alfred are good friends, as well with the Bad Touch Trio, Arthur is on the student council, and Alfred made it on to football team. The downside, that includes some bullying to Alfred. As Alfred walked into school some girls, that most kids want to slap across the face, started whispering to each other and snicker. Alfred held his head low and walked to his locker. Arthur was already waiting there for him.

"Sup?" Alfred said, totally ruining the English language.

"It's what is up, not sup! Stop butchering the bloody language!" Arthur sneered. This argument happens every minute of every day.

"Whatever, there is something on your back y'know," Alfred pointed out, again ignoring Arthur.

"What?" Arthur said as he reached behind him, to reach his back, and revealing a piece of paper. He read it to himself and crumpled it up growling to himself.

"I'm guessing it wasn't nice words." Alfred said as he opened his locker.

"No bloody hell," Arthur snarled and threw the paper at some giggling blond. Who turned around and Arthur discovered it was Francis.

"Mon ami you do not throw paper at your friends," Francis said. Arthur rolled his eyes and threw paper at him again.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Alfred asked. Francis laughed and Arthur rolled his eyes, again.

"Arthur here just has a stick up his ass," Francis laughed at his own statement. Arthur smacked him across the head.

"Get away you bloody frog!" Arthur yelled as Francis skipped away laughing.

"You didn't answer my question," Alfred pointed out.

"Francis is a pervert, that is your answer," Arthur mumbled.

"No duh, but that really isn't an answer," Arthur sighed at Alfred's sentence.

"Actually I don't know why I hate him so much, I just do," Arthur finally realized. Alfred just laughed and slammed his locker.

After Global Alfred went to his gym class, which wasn't enjoyable as he wished. Alfred started getting changed into his uniform as some boys walked up to him, that didn't have shirts on.

"You like what you see? I know you do gay boy," one asshole chuckled at him.

"Get away from me," Alfred growled.

"How did you even make the football team? You must of have fucked the coach to let you on," another dickhead said.

"Fuck off," Alfred mumbled at them. The third one stepped a little too close to Alfred and wrapped an arm around him and whispered into his ear.

"I don't know why you go for Kirkland when you can have me. Huh, you want me, I know you do," the third bitch said as the others laughed. He started playing with Alfred's hair and almost hit the Nantucket as someone screamed at them.

"Leave him the fuck alone you fucking bastards!" an Italian accent said. A red face Alfred turned to see Lovino burning steam at the three freshmen.

"Why should we listen to you?" the first asshole questioned.

"This is why," Lovino said as he kicked him where it hurts. He fell to the ground weeping in pain.

"You asshole!" the one stammered out betweens screams of pain. Lovino just smiled to himself. The other two grabbed the weeping one on the floor and ran for their lives.

"Thanks," Alfred said.

"Whatever just don't get your ass in trouble again, "Lovino muttered.

"I'm Alfred," Alfred said as he put out his hand. Lovino just stared at it until Alfred put it away.

"I know, the Spanish bastard and his friends told me," Lovino grumbled.

"Oh yeah, you are the one Antonio talks about, Lovi" Alfred smiled, and Lovino blushed.

"Shut up! That damn bastard! I told him not to call me that! My name is fucking Lovino not Lovi!" The Italian stormed. Alfred laughed and shook his head.

"Come on, let's not be late," Alfred said as Lovino nodded and walked into the gym together.

During Alfred's last class, Integrated Algebra 1R, the phone rang during the lecture.

"Excuse me class," the teacher said as he answered the phone. Alfred heard a series of yeses before the teacher hung up.

"Alfred, you are needed in the office," the teacher said as he scribbled out a pass. The classroom started snickering and going "ooh". Alfred gulped and started being nervous. He gathered up his stuff and went up front to the teacher. The teacher gave him his pass and his homework. Alfred walked out of the room as the teacher started up the lesson again. Alfred walked down the empty hallway slowly. His mind was racing with thoughts, 'what did I do?' 'Was it about gym?' Alfred swallowed and took a deep breath before opening the office's door. He walked in and saw his dad sitting there. His dad didn't look like his dad. He had bag under his eyes and looked exhausted.

"Dad?" Alfred asked confused.

"Sorry to make this last minute but I had to pick you up early. You don't mind right?" his dad asked. 'Good so I didn't do anything.' Alfred felt relieved.

"Nope, not at all," Alfred said smiling. His father forced a laugh.

"Well go get your stuff," he said. Alfred nodded and came back a minute later with all of his stuff. The two made their way out together in silence.

"Dad, you don't look good. What happened?" Alfred said concerned.

"I will tell you later," he said as he tried not to cry and Alfred nodded not wanting to continue the topic. The car ride was silent until Alfred couldn't stand it anymore and spoke.

"So where are we going?" Alfred asked.

"It's a surprise," his father said forcing a smile.

"Why can't you tell me?" Alfred complained.

"You will find out shortly," his dad said. Alfred sighed in defeat and looked out the window. After that neither one of them spoke until they got to their destination.

"The airport?" Alfred asked confused as his dad just nodded. They got out of the car and shut the doors. They walked up to the airport and went inside. They were by the waiting area before baggage and Alfred was still confused. A flight was just announced that has been landed.

"That is his flight, he should be here soon," his dad stated.

"Who?" Alfred asked but got no reply. Alfred waited five more minutes until he saw a curl. It was a familiar curl that was blond, and hung in front of the boy's face. The boy had glasses that framed violet eyes. He was wearing a red sweatshirt with a maple leaf on it, jeans, and converses. The boy looked a lot like Alfred and was carrying a stuffed polar bear while carrying a bang in his hand. Alfred's face lit up as he ran for his life.

"MATTIE!" Alfred screamed as he reached the boy and hugged the life out of him. The boy tensed but hugged Alfred back.

"Missed you to Alfred," Matthew said.

"Bro, what are you doing here?" Alfred screamed. Alfred finally got a good look at his brother. He looked the same, just taller and older. He lost some baby fat and started looking more like a teenager. He was still shorter than he was but Matthew's hair was longer. The thing that surprised Alfred the most those was Matthew's eyes. They were red and puffy like he has been crying. He had bags under his eyes and looked exhausted, just like his father.

"Dad didn't tell you?" Matthew said quietly. Well he was always quiet.

"Tell me what?" Alfred asked confused as their dad walked up behind them.

"I will tell you when we get home Alfred, come on Matthew we should go get your baggage," their dad said as Matthew nodded tiredly and the three walked off to baggage. Matthew grabbed his suitcases that had the Canadian flag on them.

"Dude, you are in America now, you can't have those," Alfred teased. Matthew just rolled his eyes and ignored his brother. They went out to the car and put Matthew's suitcases in the trunk. The car ride home was filled with Alfred blabbing about the two years Matthew missed and Matthew just nodding and looking out the window. They got home as their dad called a meeting in the family room.

"Alfred, can you shut up? I have a headache," their dad mumbled. Alfred apologized as he and Matthew plopped down on the couch. "Well, to begin with, Matthew is living with us now," Alfred's face lit up.

"SERIOUSLY" Alfred jumped with joy and hugged his brother.

"Can't… breathe…. To …tight," Matthew said between gasps of air. Alfred let go and apologized.

"Wait, why aren't you living with mom , Matthew?" Alfred asked confused. Matthew started crying and made Alfred even more confused.

"Alfred, mom died last night," their dad finally said. Alfred's eyes and mouth went wide.

"What?" he said with his voice cracking.

"She died of a heart attack last night, that is why Matthew is staying here with us," Matthew cried harder and Alfred couldn't move. Their dad sat next to Matthew trying to console him while rubbing circles on his back. Alfred stayed in the same position; face blank and not moving any joints.

Matthew stopped crying as their dad went to go order some food. They ate in silence and Alfred went up to his room, which he now shared with Mattie, after dinner and cried the whole night completely ignoring the texts and calls his friends were sending him. He didn't go to school the whole week. When the day of the funeral arrived the tears on all three of their cheeks wouldn't stop. They watched the awake and the burial. Everyone one in the family and even some friends showed up, all wearing black. Alfred just stared into the air until he felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around a saw a certain British dude.

"Hi Arthur," Alfred said with his voice cracking. Arthur just stared at him with sad eyes.

"Wow, no nicknames, that's a first," Arthur said trying to lighten the mood with no success. Alfred just stared at him with the same helpless eyes.

"I'm sorry for your lost," Arthur finally said. Alfred just nodded as a tear slipped down his cheek. Matthew walked over with red eyes and cheeks.

"I have been hugged and cried on for the past hour, I can't stand this," Matthew said. Alfred just gave a small smile to his brother.

"Yeah, I want to get out of here to Mattie," Alfred agreed. He remember Arthur was there, who was standing their awkwardly, and introduced him. "Oh Mattie this is Arthur, Arthur this is my twin brother Matthew."

"Pleasure to meet you," Arthur said sticking out his hand. Matthew shook it muttering a "you too."

"Matthew is coming to our school next week. He lives with us now," Alfred said breaking the awkward silence.

"That's great, I guess I will see you around then," Arthur said as Matthew nodded. "Well I have to go, I will see you two in school then. Bye Alfred, Matthew."

"Thanks for coming," Alfred whispered.

"I just wanted to be sure you were all right," Arthur said blushing. Alfred smiled at him as Arthur made his way out. The funeral was filled with more crying. Alfred or Matthew didn't speak after that. They said goodbye to their mother and kissed her goodbye.

They were sitting in their rooms on their beds staring at the walls.

"I haven't really talked to you Alfred," Matthew said breaking the silence, a first for him.

"Yeah, not exactly how I expected our reunion to be," Alfred said.

"Yeah, so have you been-"Matthew started.

"I kept my promise Mattie," Alfred said quickly. Matthew nodded and said a goodnight as he went to sleep. Alfred said good night and lay down. All the memories of his mother rushed to his head, all the fighting between his parents, the goodbye between him and Mattie, the bullying, and the funeral came into his head at once. At 1 A.M. he snuck downstairs and did something he hasn't done in two years. He took a knife and put it to his wrist. Five seconds later blood was trailing down his arm. He cried more then, than he ever did at the funeral.

'I'm sorry mom, I broke my promise.'

Over two thousand words and 6 pages on Word Document! I made my goal! Yay! Okay sorry for the depressing stuff! I missed Mattie and I couldn't think of any other reason how Matthew would start living with them! I put the funeral here just to make all the depressing stuff in one chapter! Yeah Alfred cuts; usually they have Matthew cutting so I decided to change it. Plus I thought it would be a good plot twister! Review please! I love hearing feedback! ~Emz

Random fact: More than ten people a year are killed by vending machines.

Okay I don't even get that XD

~ - This is a mustache!