"Dad!" Alfred said annoyed, trying to pull away from the embarrassing embrace. His father finally relented, letting him slip away from his grasp. The boy huffed, tightening his grip on his Captain America backpack. He saw the bus pulling up and grinned brightly. Before he could get on though, he and his brother were wrapped in another suffocating hug. "Dad!" Alfred yelled once more as he tried to push away.
"I'm sorry." Arthur, their father, murmured pulling away once more, "It's just my two baby boys are growing up! I cant believe you're starting at your new school already." Alfred rolled his eyes and made a noise of displeasure as his father fixed his hair. He tried to tame the wild strand of hair that lay on Alfred's head but it was of no use. Defiantly, it sprang back up as if it only wanted to mock the Englishman and his failed attempts. "All right, off you two go. Be good." Arthur said, straightening up as the twin boys headed toward the waiting bus.
"Alfred! Don't get into any trouble!" He called after them, "And Matthew! Don't be afraid to talk to others!" Alfred groaned as he took a seat on the bus. Matthew slid beside him, trying to hide his red embarrassed face behind his white plush polar bear. The bus roared into life and they left their father behind. They were the first stop, and being the only kids on this street they were alone in the vehicle. Alfred frowned, he wanted to meet some new friends already!
Alfred was very excited at the prospect of his new school. The two brothers and their fathers had recently moved into this new neighborhood during the summer. Their old neighborhood had been quite frightening and the teacher that taught them there was always mean towards them. People in the neighborhood kept throwing things through their windows and writing on their garage door. Whenever he or his brother asked the teacher a question she would only say that she refused to teach 'fagot children'. One time, Alfred asked his father what 'fagot' meant. His dad only told him it was a bad word and to never say it again.
Their parents quickly had enough and the family packed their bags and moved to a nicer neighborhood. All the grown ups on their street were really nice but there weren't any children around. Alfred hadn't been very happy about that fact but his English father had reminded him of the new school. He would meet plenty of children to play with when he started attending it in September. Today was that day and so he willed the bus to hurry up and get to the school.
Matthew was much more subdued than Alfred. Unlike his brother, he was very nervous over attending a brand new school. He feared that this one would be just like the other. He didn't like being yelled at for something he didn't understand, nor did he enjoy the other kids making fun of him. He especially didn't like it when all the other students had started attacking him and his brother. He remembered calling for help from their teacher only to be refused and left to fend for himself. They returned home bruised and scratched with Matthew crying. That had been the straw that broke the camel's back. Right after the incident their fathers started to look for a new home.
The bus stopped causing the two boys to be pushed forward slightly. Alfred recovered quickly and peered over the seats to see more children piling on the bus. Three of them seemed to be siblings, they all had black hair and dark eyes. The eldest of them was tall with long black hair tied in a loose ponytail. The middle child, as it seemed, was slightly smaller than the first and had short black hair but with an unruly strand that curled. He was very animated and quickly climbed into the seat beside his older brother. The elder sibling didn't seem too happy about this. The youngest was a small child, shorter than Alfred by a head. He had short black hair and pale skin. He sat down alone on the seat in front of the twins. Alfred grinned at the prospect of a new friend and quickly sat up.
He nudged at boy in front of them who turned around slightly confused. "Hey! My name is Alfred Bonnefoy! I'm new and going to start the 2nd grade!" Alfred introduced happily. The other boy seemed surprised at the outburst before introducing himself politely.
"Hello Alfred-kun. My name is Kiku Honda and I will also be starting the 2nd grade." Alfred grinned happily doing a fist pump into the air. Kiku blinked at the behavior before letting slip a small smile.
The smaller boy's gaze flickered to the silent child next to Alfred. They looked very similar though the quiet boy had longer wavy hair and blue eyes that almost seemed violet. The boy was focused on the floor, hugging a stuffed polar bear tightly. Alfred followed the smaller boy's gaze and quickly nudged his brother. His twin shook his head and hid farther behind his stuffed animal. Alfred rolled his eyes turning back to the Asian boy. "This is my brother, Matthew. He's a bit shy." He introduced for his brother who waved his hand tentatively.
"It is nice to meet you Matthew-kun. Are you twins?" The Japanese boy asked softly.
Alfred nodded his head enthusiastically."Yep. Anyways how far is this school?" He asked impatiently looking out the window.
Kiku chuckled quietly at the boys impatience before responding, "We are almost there. I hope we shall be in the same class." He added with a warm smile.
"Yeah that be awesome!" Alfred agreed. Matthew said nothing but his lips twitched into a small smile. Maybe this school would be different.
Fortunately, they were in the same class, class 2A with Mrs. Picket. She was nice young lady with long brown hair and soft chocolate eyes. Her smile was warm and she was a lenient teacher. Unfortunately, she would have to deal with Gilbert Beilschmidt and Alfred Bonnefoy in one classroom. At first everything seemed perfectly fine, everyone was getting along with each other. Then recess came along and the children were released into the large grassy playground.
Alfred had run off with Kiku to go play on the swings, quickly forgetting about his silent brother. It wasn't very hard to do so, especially when he refused to speak to anyone due to his shyness. Matthew wasn't very bothered by this turn of events. Instead, he leaned against a tree watching his brother swing and holding his fluffy bear. A shadow passed over him and he turned his head to have violet eyes meet red. He blinked and turned to the newcomer. He was around the same height as him but that was when the similarities ended. He soon recognized the boy as his loud classmate, Gilbert.
Gilbert had short snow white hair and bright red eyes. His clothes were already covered in dirt and recess had only started three minutes ago. He wasn't the most polite child and was quite self centered. "Hey! You're that quite kid right?" He asked bluntly, coming closer. Matthew reddened backing away slightly toward the tree and clutching his bear. "Hello? Hey! Come on! Speak! Are you stupid or something?" Gilbert continued, getting slightly angry at receiving no response. The shy boy shook his head, hoping the albino would just go away and leave him be.
"Why can't you talk? Only idiots can't speak." Gilbert said, frowning as he reached a hand out to shake the other boy. Matthew let out a startled squeak and tried to squirm away desperately. His violet eyes began to tear up but the albino didn't notice. "So you can make noises? Then talk!" He shouted, shaking him harder. The silent boy let out another whimper as he was shaken violently. He tried pushing at his classmate weakly in order to stop him.
"Hey! What are you doing to my brother?" Alfred yelled, appearing next to his crying twin. Gilbert blinked in surprise at the sudden intrusion.
"I was just trying to get the idiot to speak." He answered, letting go of the shy boy. Matthew quickly backed away, burying his face into the soft white comforting fur of his bear. Alfred glared at Gilbert angrily, putting himself between the albino and his brother.
"Matthew is NOT an idiot! Don't you dare ever call him that again!" Alfred yelled defensively. Gilbert raised a brow, his own anger growing.
"Well maybe if he actually talked then I wouldn't think he was an idiot!" He punctuated his words with two hard shoves. In moments the two were rolling around on the ground kicking and punching. A ring of other students formed around them as they fought and spit out insults at each other.
Kiku quickly fled from the ring of students to find a teacher. Matthew watched worriedly as his brother fought the albino. He shied away from the group before frowning at himself. What was he doing? His brother was fighting for him! He quickly set Kumajirou, his bear, down on the grass near the tree before returning to the two. He squeezed through the crowd and grabbed at Alfred's arm. His brother glared at him and Matthew gasped when he saw that his brother had the beginnings of a black eye. It caused him to loosen his grip on the arm and led to the two boys fighting once more.
"Please stop." He whispered softly, tears slipping down his face. Seeing his brother hurt always made him hurt too. The two fighting students froze at the sound of the silent boy speaking.
"I knew you could talk! So you're just an idiot for not doing it soon enough." Gilbert declared happily. It received him a punch to the face which knocked him to the ground in his surprise.
"My brother is NOT an idiot. You're the idiot!" Alfred spat, his body trembled in anger. Gilbert was about to kick at his feet when Mrs. Picket rushed toward them with Kiku at her heals. She did not look amused. Gilbert inwardly groaned, this was so not awesome.
"You two are coming with me to the principle's office! We do not take fighting lightly in this school! We're calling your parents."The two frowned as they were dragged away by there sleeves. The crowd dispersed obediently since the students had lost interest. Kiku hesitated before deciding to hang out with his other friend Heracles for the rest of the recess. Matthew, on the other hand, quickly ran after the pair of troublemakers. He felt guilty for getting his brother in trouble.
The two were pushed into the administrators office toward the desk that housed an elderly lady. Matthew snuck into the room unnoticed by Mrs. Picket who left after depositing the two boys. He padded beside his brother and slipped his hand in his. Alfred jolted at the feeling before noticing it was merely his brother. He smiled down at him and squeezed his hand comfortingly. The elderly lady hung up the phone with a sigh before peering at the trio in front of her.
"Again Gilbert?" She sighed, quickly picking up the phone and dialing a number. "Go sit down. I know your number by heart from constant use." She snorted and waited for the phone to be picked up.
"Good to see you too Mrs. Miller." Gilbert answered with a grin before sitting down on the chair and swinging his feet impatiently.
Mrs. Miller straightened slightly as the phone was picked up. "Hello Mr. Beilschmidt...yes again...He got into a fight with one of the new kids...Yes...Thank you" She hung up the phone and turned to the albino. "I don't know how your father deals with you" She sighed with a slight smile.
"I don't know what your talking about Mrs. Miller. I'm just being my awesome self" Gilbert responded with a smirk.
"Right" She huffed unconvinced before turning to the brothers. "Hello dears, what are your names? I need to call either your Mother or Father. Do you know who would be freer around this time?" She asked mechanically.
"I'm Alfred Bonnefoy and this is my brother Matthew. Umm... I think you should call our Dad since the shop can stay open even if hes not there." Alfred decided, Matthew nodded his agreement. She nodded, pulling out one of the files. The name Bonnefoy read on the front of it. She scanned the page but paused, furrowing her brows. With an awkward smile she turned back to the two.
"I'm sorry but with your umm...situation you'll have to specify which father." Gilbert raised a brow and tilted his head towards the two in confusion. The twins seemed unfazed. "Dad is Arthur" Alfred clarified and the woman nodded gratefully before picking up the phone.
"Hello Arthur Bonnefoy this is Patton Elementary School calling about your sons...Well it seems they got into a fight with another student...No it was both of them...I'm positive since they are both here...We need you to come to the school in order to sort this little scuffle out in order to prevent it from happening again...Yes I understand you're very busy...If that's the case should I call your husband instead?...I'm glad you've changed your mind...If you could hold the blasphemies sir it would be much appreciated...No you cant speak to him now...Sir, wait until you arrive here...Sir, calm down...Alright fine" She turned down to Alfred with an irritated expression and handed him the phone. "Your father demands to speak with you."
Alfred took the phone and put it to his ear. "Hello?...Hey Dad...Yes I know it's the first day...It wasn't my fault!...No...Mattie's fine, he didn't fight at all...Alright...Yeah bye...yeah, yeah whatever...I don't want to say it!...You wouldn't dare!...Ugg fine, I love you too" He said the last part quietly, his cheeks tinted pink before handing the phone to Mrs. Miller. Gilbert was laughing in his chair and Alfred glared at him as his face reddened more in embarrassement. The lady took the phone with a smile before turning back to the conversation.
"See you soon Mr. Bonnefoy." She hung up with an irritated sigh. "I cant wait to meet your father in person." She muttered dryly. "Now go sit with Gilbert, fight and I'll go corporal on your behinds with this ruler. You know I'll do it Gilbert." She added with a warning glare. The trio nodded obediently and stayed silent. Matthew sat between the two and the room felt tense.
Mrs. Miller bent down, opening a drawer. She pulled out two ice packs and cracked them easily. She handed one to to each beaten boy. Alfred thanked her before placing it over his darkening eye and Gilbert placed it on his swelling cheek. Matthew felt even worse about his brother's predicamet as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Mattie, how long you gonna keep up this silent thing?" Alfred finally asked. He, himself, couldn't stay silent for long and the atmosphere was suffocating him. Matthew turned to his twin and leaned over to his ear.
"I don't want to talk to other people. What if I say something wrong like at our last school?" He whispered quietly. Alfred's expression softened and he squeezed his brother's shoulder reassuringly.
"This school is different Mattie! You don't have to worry." Alfred assured. Gilbert watched them feeling left out. He could only hear half of the conversation but still payed attention, trying to fill in the missing pieces.
"I'm still afraid." Matthew murmured into his brother's ear.
"Gilbert, your father is here." Mrs. Miller announced as she saw the familiar car pull into the parking lot from one of the video screens. She saw the familiar blond man leave his car and walk over to the entrance. A couple more strides and he entered the room. Alfred gaped at the man. He was massive! And muscular! Gilbert's father was tall with blond hair slicked back. He had piercing blue eyes and a no nonsense aura about him.
"Hello Sarah" Mr. Beilschmidt greeted. "It's nice to see you again. Though I'm not very happy about the reason." He sent a glare at his son who pretended to act innocent.
"Hello Ludwig. We're waiting for Alfred and Matthew's father now. He should be here shortly." Ludwig nodded, sadly he was familiar with the whole process.
"I'll wait in the office. Gilbert come on, tell me what you did this time." He sighed as Gilbert hopped off the seat to follow him. The door closed with a click and the twins were now alone with the lady.
"It seems your father is here too." Mrs. Miller said after a few minute, looking at the screen. "He blond also?" She asked.
"Yep." Alfred answered and waited for his father to come in. The door opened and the short Englishman entered with a scowl etched on his face.
"Hey Dad!" Alfred greeted and received only a glare.
"Dont 'hey dad' me Alfred. You've been in school for less then three hours and already you've gotten into trouble. Worse you brought Matthew into it." Alfred groaned crossing his arms with a frown.
"Hello Mr. Bonnefoy, please go into the office. The principle will be with you in a moment." Mrs. Miller said politely. Arthur nodded absently before making his way to the door. Alfred and Matthew quickly followed suit and they entered the office.
Ludwig was already seated with Gilbert beside him chattering about his innocence and that the world just couldn't handle his level of awesomeness. Arthur's eyes widened when he recognized the man who was standing up to shake his hand. Ludwig also paused in recognition.
"Mr. Beilschmidt it's err good to see you." Arthur said awkwardly, shaking his hand. Why did his sons have to make trouble with his old boss' son?
"Yes. So Arthur I didn't know you had children?" Ludwig questioned glancing down at the twins. If he remembered correctly, his prior employee had married another one of his older employees. They were both men though, which meant child birthing was impossible.
"Francis and I adopted." Arthur clarified and Ludwig nodded in understanding.
The door open and a man with light brown hair hurried in. "I'm sorry for the wait. Things are a bit hectic, it being the first day and all. Ah, Mr. Beilschmidt nice to see you again." The principle greeted shaking the tall blond's hand.
Ludwig sighed, "I'm not very proud of the fact the whole staff knows me so well." He sent a glare in Gilbert's direction which was promptly ignored. The principle chuckled lightly before turning to the newcomer.
"Hello Mr. Bonnefoy, right? I am Mr. Douglas." He introduced and Arthur shook his hand. The five took their seats and the principle quickly explained the situation.
"Mrs. Picket has informed me that Alfred and Gilbert were fist fighting over some unknown cause when she broke them up. Would any of you two care to explain?" He asked, looking at the accused pair.
Alfred quickly stood up and began telling his side of the story, "I was swinging on the swings when I saw Gilbert pushing Mattie. So being the hero, I went over there. Then he called Mattie an idiot so I beat him up." Alfred explained easily.
"Hey! You didn't beat me up! I was so going to win that fight!" Gilbert shouted before Ludwig shushed him angrily.
"Alright Gilbert, whats your side of the story?" The principle asked mechanically. "And please, keep the adjective 'awesome' to the minimum." He added from experience.
"Well I was just being my normal awesome self and saw that kid that didn't talk the entire morning all alone by the trees. So I went over and talked to him but he refused to speak. I may have called him an idiot but it wasn't my fault!" Gilbert quickly added defensively. The principle rolled his eyes and he settled them on the other twin.
"And Matthew? Can you tell us what happened?" He asked softly. Matthew stared at the principle before focusing on the ground and shaking his head.
"Y'see! He wont speak!" Gilbert shouted, pointing his finger for emphasis.
"He's shy!" Alfred defended as he glared at Gilbert angrily, warning him to shut up.
The principle sighed tiredly before looking back at the silent boy. "Matthew, please tell us what happened." He tried again, hoping the boy would come around. Instead, the boy sat up and pulled at his fathers shirt. Arthur leaned down obediently as Matthew whispered into his ear. The Englishman listened carefully and frowned glancing over at Gilbert. Matthew pulled away when he was done and sat back down. Once more, he hid beneath his polar plush. "Well?" the principle questioned, his eyes trained on the short blond man.
"Apparently, Matthew was standing by the trees alone. Gilbert approached him and spoke to him. Matthew didn't speak because he was frightened. Gilbert started calling him an idiot and shaking him. Alfred appeared and started defending him. Gilbert called him an idiot again and the two started fighting." Arthur relayed to the principle.
"I told you!" Alfred said happily, grinning in triumph.
"Alright, now that we have the issue all cleared up, Gilbert, apologize to Matthew" He ordered sternly. The albino sighed and looked over at the silent boy.
"I'm sorry I called you an idiot." He said obediently and received a forgiving nod.
"Good. Now, we don't take fights lightly here so as punishment the both of you are to clean up the classroom during lunch for the next week." The pair groaned and slumped into their chairs. Alfred tried to protest since he was only being the hero but his father sent him a warning glance. "All right, thank you very much for coming. It was nice meeting you Mr. Bonnefoy. You three should return to your class."
Alfred groaned as he was pushed into the empty classroom by Mrs. Picket along with Gilbert. The two glared at each other before separating into different corners of the room. Matthew had tried to enter in order to help his brother with his cleaning but had quickly been shooed away by the teacher. In her mind the boy was merely a victim and since he didn't actually throw a punch, he should not be punished.
Gilbert quickly made his way toward the front board and grabbed an eraser. Skillfully, he began cleaning the whiteboard, he was quite an expert at it by now. Alfred watched him before mimicking his movement on the side board. Though it soon became apparent that some of the black streaks would not come off. Alfred glared at the offending smudges before muttering at them. "Stupid board."
Gilbert let out a laugh as he heard the other boy. "So you're brother talks to nobody and you talk to everything, including white boards?" He mocked with a cocky grin.
"Shut up!" Alfred shouted sending him a glare. It wasn't very intimidating with pinkish tint of embarrassment plastered on his cheeks. Gilbert laughed more so Alfred did the only sensible thing. He threw his eraser at him angrily. The albino dodged it easily and gave his classmate an evil smirk.
"Fine, then I guess I wont tell you how to get rid of the smudges. You'll just get into more trouble and have to spend your entire life cleaning this room." Gilbert stated cruelly. Alfred frowned, he did not like that idea of being a prisoner in this classroom and slaving over some stupid whiteboard for the rest of his days.
"Then tell me how." He demanded the albino, crossing his arms to look more official. Whenever his father wanted him or Matthew to do something he'd cross his arms and use a certain tone in his voice. It always seemed to work.
"Nope. You have to ask nicely." Gilbert replied, unfazed by his classmates attempts at authority. Alfred scowled, he still hadn't mastered his father's technique.
"Fine! Gilbert will you please tell me how to get rid of the stupid smudges?" He asked, spitting out the word angrily.
Gilbert grinned but paused before giving the valuable information. "Wait. Tell me I'm awesome and I'll tell you." He added evilly, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Alfred rolled his eyes, "You're awesome, though not as awesome as me" He added with a smirk.
"Hey!" Gilbert yelled, a frown now painted on his pale face.
"What?" Alfred asked with his face woven into an image of pure innocence. "All you said was that I had to tell you that you were awesome and I did." He clarified, his expression then darkened and the smirk reappeared. "So hand over the info."
Gilbert scowled at the loophole before brightening. "Fine, only because that was a pretty awesome idea. You need to use the spray thingy. Teachers usually keep it in the desk." He explained helpfully. The albino padded over the desk and began pulling out drawers, any sense of privacy eluded him. He made a little 'ah ha' noise and pulled out the spray bottle. He held it out with a triumphant pose and Alfred raised a brow while also trying to cover his smile. "Okay, so you spray it and then wipe." Gilbert explained as he sprayed the clear liquid onto one of the smudges on his board. He took the eraser and passed it over the offending blackness. The stain came off like magic.
"Catch." Gilbert ordered flinging the bottle toward him. Alfred caught it easily with a grin. Sharing the bottle between them they were able to clean the boards with relative ease.
"Now what?" Alfred asked as Gilbert put the now half empty bottle away in the desk.
"We eat." Gilbert answered, going over to his cubby in order to grab his lunchbox. Alfred followed suit grabbing his tin lunchbox decorated with Captain America stickers. He glanced over at Gilbert to see his box decorated in Batman stickers along with...chicks, the bird kind. He focused on the former as he came over to him.
"You like superheroes too?" Alfred asked excitedly as Gilbert blinked up at him.
"Well, they're awesome so duh I like them." Gilbert answered matter a factly before taking a bite of his sandwich.
"You know, I'm going to a be a superhero too one day. I'm gonna beat the villains and save the girl! I'll have a cape and everything!" Alfred said excitedly and waved his hands about to further enhance his point. Gilbert didn't seem too impressed.
"Yeah right. If you ever do become a hero you'll never be as awesome as Batman" Gilbert stated with certainty. Alfred glared at the albino and crossed his arms with a huff.
"Batman isn't even that cool. Captain America is the awesome one!" He announced and Gilbert laughed at his nonsense. Alfred scowled before sitting down next to the albino and pulled out his fruit punch juice box.
"Hey, Alfred. You're awesomer than I thought. Truce?" Gilbert asked. Alfred pretended to think hard about it before nodding.
"Truce." He sucked on his juice happily, two friends in one day.
"Oh by the way, you're brother is pretty cute." Alfred promptly spit out all his juice and whacked Gilbert upside the head with a yell. The albino only started cackling as he rubbed his head. "I was just kidding." He lied between laughs.
AN:
From murder and abuse to… this
Yep, I just enjoy writing children and couldn't help it. Plus I wanted to give background to the characters... And PruCan! Yay PruCan! Even though there wasn't much in this chapter...
Actually its also to show that Alfred and Matthew come from a normal family...well normalish...
Let me rephrase that. They come from a loving family, unlike our little Russian.
Next chapter will have more PruCan and some FrUK...
Don't worry! Ivan and his trauma problems will come soon! Probably after the next chapter... I think..
I hope this chapter isn't obscenely long...It was going to be shorter but then it was too short...
I'm rambling now...
Oh Thank you so much for the reviews! They make me happy.
And about the random 'g's one reviewer pointed out...
I honestly have no idea how they got there, probably Iggy's Flying Mint Bunny placed them their since their not in my original file... So I'll edit them out...eventually...when I have time...
And yes, I made Ludwig Gilbert's father instead of his younger brother. You're going to have to deal with it because I'm the author and therefore have special powers... If it makes you feel better there'll be hints of GerIta...
I might end up writing a companion to this story about how Francis and Arthur got together because I adore them... Plus I imagine this weird back story and freaky first date fiasco that involved Feliciano and Pasta...0.o... Is that weird?
Maybe I'll just write a oneshot about it to appease my freaky mind...
Wow this AN is long and its abusing the '...'...
Ok I'm done... Thanks for reading this far! You'll get cookies (don't worry England didn't touch them)
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