Me: ASDJKF. This chapter kicked my butt so hard that I just landed today.
Alfred: Let's not keep them waiting woman! DISCLAIMER!
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.::~Alfred~::.
"… Ugh! I can't take it anymore!" Alfred shouted, sitting in his living room with Feliciano who was having his daily siesta. The previous day's conversation with
"Ve~? What is it Alfred?" asked Feliciano groggily as he slowly roused from his nap, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"This heat! It's driving me insane!" Alfred cried, putting his arms over his head, he brought them down on his thighs.
It was exceptionally hot that day, the temperature in the shade being at least ninety degrees. The fact that our hero's apartment didn't have air conditioning and the small fan he had was just blowing around hot air didn't help. Alfred asked if they could go over Kiku's house, but the Japanese man quickly shot down the idea and told them that he was very busy, quickly hanging up the phone. Alfred would have questioned it, but it was too hot to think about anything too strenuously. Even being dressed in wet board shorts and a tank top that he dipped in ice water didn't help, which usually helped cool Alfred down at least a little.
Feliciano (Who had been sleeping on Alfred's bed with only his shorts on), turned his head to the side, questioning his friend.
"Ve~! Well, Grandpa Roma says he won't install air conditioning because it costs too much and people would run up the bill…" Feliciano said, dejected. Alfred guessed that people had asked for the landlord to install air conditioning before. He sighed.
"Isn't there anywhere else that we could go to cool down? I mean, there has to be somewhere!" Feliciano perked up, an idea hitting him suddenly.
"Ve~! The beach house!" He cheered, patting himself on the back for being so smart.
"The… Beach house? What beach house, what beach?" Alfred asked, wiping away a bead of sweat that was running down his face, turning to face his bed. Feliciano perked up cheerily, sweating lightly.
"Ve~! Well, Grandpa Roma has this beach house out on Mercreak beach! It's a private beach, so not many people will be there! He took us there all the time when we were kids~! I'm sure he'll let us go and spend the day there~!" Alfred broke out into the biggest smile he could manage, which was almost face splitting.
"You're a genius Feli! How many people can it hold?"
"Hmm… Well, a lot, I guess." He responded cheerily. "Why?"
"We can bring everyone! Ludwig, Romano, Antonio, Arthur, even Kiku if we can persuade him! Wouldn't that be awesome?" Feliciano squealed.
"Ve~! Good idea! I'll go ask my brother, Ludwig, and Antonio, you ask Arthur and Kiku if they can come! Caio Alfred, I'll be back later!" cheered Feliciano, bounding out of the room. Alfred sighed contently to himself and picked up the phone to call Kiku.
"Hello, Kiku Honda speaking." Kiku's greeting came out soft over the phone line.
"Kiku! It's me!" Alfred cheered into his phone.
"Ah, hello Alfred-san, how can I help you?"
"Feli and I had this awesome idea to go to his grandpa's beach house for the weekend, you in?" it was silent for a moment before Kiku responded.
"What about Justice-san?" Alfred froze in realization, but it passed quickly.
"I'll bring the outfit and Justice can petrol the beach? Besides, it's not like I'm the only hero in the city! I don't even have an arch nemesis yet." Kiku sighed.
"You forget about the gunmen who almost shot you the other day Alfred-san."
"Oh, It'll be fine, we need a little vacation, and it's the hottest day of the year! I would be dying in the suit today." Kiku sighed again, but gave in.
"Fine, I suppose I can join you at the beach." Alfred let out a cheer and thanked Kiku repeitley. The two friends hung up the phone and Alfred got up to go ask his British neighbor to join them as well.
Alfred rapped on Arthur's door, only to be welcomed by a loud moan, stomping feet and, "Hold on you wanker!" Alfred smiled, he just loved Arthur's British lingo. But once the door opened, all the blood in his body apparently had an appointment with his face. Alfred was never so thankful for the heat. (To hide his blush… or so he says.)
Instead of being greeted by his usual pouty, sweater-vested, Englishman, Alfred saw a completely foreign sight. Oh, Arthur was grumpy, possibly more so than usual, but it was the way he was dressed that made our hero become as red as Antonio's tomatoes. Arthur was only wearing a white button-up shirt and some tan slacks, the first few buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing Arthur's pale chest, glistening slightly with dampness. The sleeves were rolled up, showing his slim forearms which matched his small frame perfectly, and his sandy blonde hair was dripping with water and sticking to his face, along with jutting out at odd angles. His emerald orbs landed on Alfred and our hero could have sworn he stopped breathing for a second. Arthur let out a huff.
"Oh, it's just you. What is it?" Alfred somehow found his voice, which must have had previous engagements.
"W-well, uh, w-we're going to the, uh, b-beach for the weekend to, uh, get out of the heat and, uh, we wanted to know if you, uh, w-wanted to come." Oh. My. God. What was that? Was I stuttering? I'm becoming Mattie. Alfred thought to himself once he spit out the sentence. Arthur seemed to pay no mind, focusing on the actual invitation, rather than the presentation.
"The beach eh? That would be an enjoyable escape from this blasted summer heat. And it looks as if you need one, your face looks like it's burning up." Alfred cursed in his head, but cheered at the same time. "Where is the beach?"
"Mercreak. Mercreak beach." Alfred said curtly. Arthur smiled one of his rare smiles and Alfred felt his heart speed up. Calm down, dammit! It's just Arthur! Alfred thought, trying to calm his racing heart.
"Sounds excellent, when do we leave?"
"Ve~! The house is booked and we can leave whenever we want! The others agreed to go, well, Romano was forced to by Antonio, but anyway!" Feliciano sang happily, bounding up the stairs and stopping between the two men. Alfred was both thankful for the little Italian for showing up, but also a little pissed that he showed up and directed Arthur's attention away. What the hell is wrong with me? Alfred thought to himself, running his hand through his golden hair, brushing back the stubborn piece of hair of his that defied gravity, causing it to spring back into place. Arthur nodded to Feliciano and Alfred and shut his door to pack for the weekend trip. Feliciano turned to Alfred.
"Ve~? Alfred? You look like your face is burning up! Do you feel okay?" Alfred nodded and hurried into his apartment to pack and sort out the weird feelings rushing through his head.
About an hour later, Alfred, Feliciano, Romano, Antonio, Ludwig, Arthur, and Kiku were on their way to the beach house. Alfred, Arthur, and Kiku took one car, where Romano, Antonio, Ludwig, and Feliciano took another car. Arthur and Kiku immediately hit it off, both realizing that they had something in common, Alfred loved bothering them both. They knew the other's pain.
Thankfully for Alfred, Arthur was sitting in the back seat, having changed into swimming trunks and a loose t-shirt with a complex design on it. This was also something new to Alfred from his neighbor, he looked… cute. Alfred then mentally kicked himself for even thinking that, and focused on following Feliciano's car to the house.
It should be illegal to have people with British accents in the car… Those accents are distracting as hell. Alfred cursed in his head. Kiku seemed to notice his friend's discomfort, but only smiled slyly to himself, also noting that whenever Alfred had to look in the rearview mirror, he turned a light shade of pink. He was liking Arthur more and more.
Once the group arrived at the house, Alfred, Feliciano, and Antonio bolted straight to the beach in the backyard, discarding their shirts as they hit the sand. The four that were left simply sighed and unpacked the cars.
"Well, at least we get first pick on rooms." Romano huffed, lugging his duffel bag up the front stairs and into the house. The other three silently agreed and hurried in with the luggage to go pick out rooms.
"This is fantastic! Awesome idea Feli!" Alfred said, splashing around in the surf, Antonio had run inside to go get Romano. Feliciano was splashing with Alfred.
"Ve~! Isn't it nice here? Much better than staying in the muggy city!" Alfred nodded and floated on his back, staring at the cloudless sky. He just vaguely heard Feli run out of the ocean, which meant Ludwig had come out to join them. Alfred sighed, it was hard for him to believe that not even four months ago he had been working on his farm with his brother, being a hero just a distant dream. Now look at him, a hero who was slowly building a reputation, the best team anyone could ask for, and a mysterious person with wings helping him on occasion. Alfred smirked to himself.
"I wonder if he'll miss me this weekend."
"Who in the world would miss a git such as yourself?" Alfred nearly shot out of the water from the Brit's sudden voice. He flailed around and gained his footing on the sand that had become soft from the ocean's water. Alfred looked around, he and Arthur were about twenty feet from shore. Kiku had taken up residence on the back patio to the house with his laptop, typing fervently. Feliciano, Ludwig, Romano, and Antonio had begun a volleyball game. He looked back at Arthur and felt his cheeks turn pink.
Arthur wasn't wearing a shirt anymore, exposing his pale chest completely. Alfred noted that he was trim and small, but he was slightly built, not skinny and wimpy like Alfred had expected. He gulped and grinned his signature fifty watt grin.
"Eh? Oh, my… friend! Yea, I usually hang with him on weekends." Arthur rolled his eyes.
"I thought your only friends were Feliciano and Kiku? Hard to believe that anyone else can stand to be with you for more than ten minutes."
"Well, you seem to like hanging out with me Artie~! And aren't we friends~?" Alfred whined, locking the shorter man in a head lock, ruffling his hair. Alfred could almost feel the embarrassed heat radiating off of Arthur's face.
"L-let go of me you git!" He cried, flustered and flailing, splashing them both with water. Alfred just laughed, his fluster flying away with each splash of the waves. For some reason, fooling around and making Arthur aggravated made Alfred feel more at ease. And he had no idea why.
Soon, night had fallen and the group had settled on having a bonfire out on the beach since it had drastically cooled down. Ludwig, Feliciano, Romano, and Antonio had left to go buy food for the bonfire, leaving Alfred, Kiku and Arthur to set up the fire and pit. Kiku had gone inside to get some blankets and sweatshirts for everyone. Alfred and Arthur didn't notice when he returned to the beach.
"Alfred-san, can I speak with you?" Kiku asked, a hint of worry in his tone. Alfred got up.
"Be right back Artie."
"Don't call me that." Alfred smiled and hurried over to his friend. Kiku was shaking slightly as he led him inside, closing the door behind them. He said nothing as he lead Alfred upstairs and into Alfred's room.
"Why are we-" But he was stopped short when he looked into his room.
Everything was trashed. Nothing wasn't gone through or broken or thrown on the floor. The mattress was lying almost completely off of the bed frame. His bags had been turned inside out, all of his clothes and swim gear lying around the room. But something else made our hero's blood freeze. Kiku only said softly to him, "I knew it." Alfred just gaped at the writing, clear on the wall, written in red paint across the wall that was directly across from the door.
Stop being a hero. Or someone you love WILL BE HURT.
"They know who I am."
.::~Matthew~::.
Matthew Williams was working late, finishing up some of the tasks that his new boss had given him. Matthew's boss liked him, or, he hadn't fired him yet. The timid man sighed to himself as he picked up the last of his things. He thought of his brother and how he should call him to see how he was, it was odd when the two of them didn't talk for long periods of time.
Just as Matthew was picking up his cell phone to call, he felt someone grab his hands from behind and pull a bag over his head.
"Hey! Wh-MMPH!" Matthew cried softly (because he didn't have a very loud voice) as the person tied up his hands and carried him off. Matthew continued thrashing and cursing at the kidnapper until he realized, he was the only one left in the office, no one could hear his muffled screams and protests as he was flung, haphazardly into a chair, the bag removed but his hands still bound. He looked up, his violet eyes widening.
"Wh-what? Bu-but wh-"he was cut off by a piece of cloth being held over his mouth and nose; he soon slipped into unconsciousness, thinking only of why he would want to kidnap him.
Me: QUICK QUESTION! Am I supposed to respond to all of my reviews that I get on my story? O_O Cause I read them like neinty times each and take them to heart, but I never know if im supposed to respond or not. Anyway, I JUST LOVE CLIFFHANGERS. DON'T YOU? /bricked/
Alfred: You. Suck. Hurting Mattie like that! I should kill you.
Me: Oh, come off it you idiot. It's part of the story.
Alfred: Grrr...
Me: Putting that aside, This is my longest chapter yet! (/O7O)/ Consistancy be damned! Sorry it took me so long to get it out... Wait, was that just me that found that to be a long time? Anyway, I'd like to thank MelodyOfStarshine, cause they have reviewed like EVER ONE OF MY CHAPTERS, and was the first person to fave my story I've never actualy TALKED to you, but I find it prety kickass that you're from Germany and you like my story. I LOVE Germany like, so much. I hope you like this chapter! I hope everyone likes this chapter!
Alfred: They better, I mean, it had sexy Iggy in it.
Me: Ah, lookie thar, I included our little Alfie begining to discover his feelings for him. I CAN WRITE ROMANCE... I CAN! Oh, If anyone can guess who kidnapped Mattie, you get virtual cookies, or a one-shot. But, only if you want one. I feel weird even offering that, i'm not that great a writer and I can't do anything... extremely inapropriate. But, If you want one and can guess who kidnapped Mattie, I suppose I can. BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER GUESS. Or maybe you will. I don't know. I want to write a one-shot, but my brain can't think of anything at the moment. I can do prety much any pairing or anything Hetalia... Or I can try and hope to not fail in a dramatic fasion. SO. Get to guessing! Oh, and first person to guess right wins.
Alfred: Since I haven't talked, Read, Review, Guess, Eat a Sandwich, repeat. See you next time!
IN THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF HEROES VILLAINS AND EVERYTHING ALONG THE WAY: Who kidnapped Mattie? Who's out to get our Hero? Why are they out to get him? WILL MUFFIN EAT A SANDWICH WITH MAYONASE OR MUSTARD? Find out, next time!