"Yo Alfred, I heard some creepy transfer student is coming to your homeroom." Gilbert said, leaning against the locker beside Alfred's. The albino had grown but was still shorter than the twins by 2 inches. He didn't care for that fact but he figured he would continue growing and overshoot them by at least a foot. He was just that awesome.
"Yeah I know, who transfers in the middle of the school year?" Alfred mocked with a chuckle, pulling out his U.S history books and placing them in his bag. He closed his locker with a muffled slam before shouldering his backpack. Gilbert straightened up, following his friend toward the cafeteria where Matthew and Kiku were already seated.
"Kiku! Did you get the homework in Algebra?" Alfred asked, sitting down next to his brother and in front of the Japanese teen. Kiku rolled his eyes with a sigh and held out a piece of paper with the homework written.
"Really Alfred-kun, you mustn't doze off every math class and expect me to explain how to do your homework." The Japanese scolded. Alfred gave an innocent smile.
"It's not my fault the teacher is so boring that I sleep!" He defended, taking the paper and folding it into one of the pockets in his bag. "And thanks, you're the best!" He turned to Matthew with a sly smirk. "I heard your new french teacher is super hot." He gave the boy a wink and Matthew blushed profusely and focused on poking at his lunch. Gilbert frowned and stabbed at his bland mush the cafeteria called food. How dare they give Matthew a hot teacher! She was no match for his hotness anyway! Wait, what was he thinking?
"Ms. Shell is nice! And this is her first teaching job so be nice to her." Matthew said, trying to alleviate his blush.
"Uh huh" Alfred grunted, unconvinced. Matthew rolled his eyes and took a bite of the mushy cafeteria food. Gilbert pursed his lips, maybe he should drop German and take French with Matthew so he could watch him...But Matthew was in like French 3 Honors... Damn it! This was so not awesome!
"Gil! Gilbert!" Matthew yelled grabbing at the albino's hand. Gilbert blinked before staring at the mess he had made. His food was now a colorless pile of mush. He reddened slightly before chuckling dryly. "You ok Gil?" Matthew asked, worried.
Gilbert brushed him off with a wave of his hand, "I'm just awesome Matt". The younger twin didn't seem convinced but dropped it and settled back in his chair. Alfred took a bite of his burger (he had sneaked over to the McDonalds down the road between classes) and Kiku ate quietly from his homemade bento.
"Oh, Alfred-kun, Matthew-kun do you know when that transfer student will be arriving? Isn't he in your homeroom?" Kiku asked, his curiosity rising slightly.
"Yeah, the kid is in our homeroom. I think they said tomorrow... I hope it some hot chick, we need more hot chicks in this school." Alfred smirked leaning back in his chair.
"I bet it'll be some ugly fat dude with your luck Al" Gilbert teased, laughing at his own brilliance. Plus, if its a hot chick then its more competition for him!
Alfred rolled his eyes, righting his chair up before he fell and embarrassed himself...again. "Well, we'll find out tomorrow."
It was not a hot chick. It also was not an ugly fat dude. He was male though. Ivan Braginski was his name and he was an extremely tall teenager with light blond hair which could rival Gilbert's snow white hair. His eyes were violet, dark and distant. A beige scarf clung to his neck and he wore black gloves on his hands. There was weird aura surrounding the new kid. As soon as his homeroom teacher introduced him Alfred had decided that this kid was a freak.
Now that may seem rash but Alfred had his reasons. This new kid was obviously a weirdo because he exhibited many weirdo attributes. First off, he never took off his scarf, sure it was November but inside the building it was comfortable 60 degrees. Still the foreign teen refused to take off the garment. Strike 1.
He didn't talk either. He just stared at people. The kind of stares you feel boring into your skull so you have to turn around to see who the hell is looking at you so intensely. And instead of looking away, knowing he had been caught, Ivan would just continue to stare. Observe. It was creepy as hell. Strike 2.
When Ivan did speak on the rare occasion he decided too, he did so in short curt sentences. And when he spoke it was in a thick accent the American could not identify. It was very hard to understand and when you asked him to repeat something it felt like the room got colder. Ivan would stare at the poor victim whose instincts of flight would kick in to save him. Strike 3.
Ivan was always smiling. Not a warm happy smile like Alfred's. Not a small smile like Matthew's. Not a polite smile like Kiku's. Nor a huge grin like Gilbert's. No, Ivan had the creepiest smile in existence. It was childlike but held a threat along the lines of 'I will kill you in your sleep'. It was scary as hell. Strike 4.
If this were baseball Ivan would already have been out by now, sadly though he had even more qualities that kept his classmates at bay. He always wore his black gloves for one thing, he didn't enjoy others company and he ate on the roof. Which wasn't even allowed but none of the teachers had the guts to stop him.
Alfred knew all these things not because he was some creepy stalker who had been watching the guy, but because he had the unfortunate pleasure to share 5 classes together including lunch and homeroom. He had come to know these facts over the course of two days of having the Freak in his classes. He hadn't spoken to him yet, even though they sat side by side in one class where the teacher had assigned seats.
So Ivan was a Freak. It was a fact. At least Gilbert and Alfred agreed on this point together. Matthew thought this conclusion was unfair and mean. Instead of making fun of him, he insisted they help him out since he was new. Kiku agreed with the younger twin but admitted he didn't really want to go near him.
Alfred didn't know what to do about the creep. They had U.S history (the one where he was forced to sit beside the freak), homeroom, Art and Chemistry together so it wasn't like he could stay away from him. He shrugged and decided to just ignore him and go on with his day. But for some reason he wanted to know more about the weirdo...There was some sort of aura of mystery around the new kid that drew him in...
"Hey! Guess who decided to eat in the cafeteria like a normal person!" Gilbert exclaimed, pointing his fork over to the tall student who was now sitting alone at one of the tables. Alfred blinked in surprise at the sight, that was odd.
"He looks lonely..." Matthew observed playing with his food as he sneaked glances at the loner. Being shy and reserved himself, he felt sympathy for the new kid. He was a transfer from another country, he must be frightened and scared. "Maybe we should go talk to him..."
"Hell no, Matt! Have you even looked at him? He's a total freak who wants to kill anyone who comes near him!" Gilbert stated matter of factly, taking another bite of the tasteless food. No way in hell was he going to let Matthew go near the huge guy and get hurt. Matthew rolled his eyes at him before putting on a little smirk.
Violet eyes turned over to his brother, "I bet a hero would go over there and talked to him."
Alfred paused in his eating and raised a brow. He looked over at Ivan, eating alone and pursed his lips. Should he go over there? It did seem kind of heroic to go over there and bring him out from his antisocial slump...
"What would I say?" He asked his brother, seriously considering going over there.
Matthew shrugged, "I don't know...Why not ask what country he's from?"
"I bet he's from Freakastan" Gilbert cackled and he shook with laughter at his own joke. Matthew rolled his eyes and sighed at his friend's stupidity. Alfred too ignored the albinos dumb pun and instead stood up.
"'K, I'm going." He stated as he padded over to the table.
The three others watched silently as the American made his way towards the transfer student. Matthew suddenly felt weary about the whole idea. Maybe it hadn't been the best thing to do...He bit his lip and gave up on his food in order to give his full attention on his brother.
"Yo! What up Ivan?" Alfred greeted with his signature smile as he stood right in front of the new kid. Ivan looked up slightly surprised and recognized the teen before him as that loud one in his homeroom. Though his name escaped him... Alfred waited for a reply before realizing he wasn't going to get one.
"Anyway so uhh...I was wondering what country you were from?" Alfred tried, hopefully the kid would open up and stop being such a cipher. God this was hard and awkward. He glanced back and received a thumbs up from Gilbert who was grinning smugly. Matthew encouraged him silently. He turned back toward the transfer student and waited for his answer.
"I am from Russia" Ivan answered dully, he was just trying to eat his food. He was surprised to see the Americans eyes widen and him stepping back. He raised an eyebrow at the reaction.
"HOLY CRAP HE'S A COMMIE!" Alfred exclaimed loud enough that the whole cafeteria fell silent. Ivan twitched slightly and felt the urge to hurt start growing. He stood up slowly, menacingly, until he was at his full height. Almost a head taller than the American. Matthew had his face in his hands. Why was his brother such an insensitive idiot?
"I do not think it very wise to call me that, American." The Russian warned his smile still in place but his eyes a shade darker. Alfred shivered slightly but he never backed down from a challenge. His idiot pride wouldn't let him.
"Why not?" He spat with a smirk. Who did this guy think he was? Just because he was super tall that he could stop him form using his right to Freedom of Speech? Well that surely wasn't going to happen. Obviously the commie didn't know how things worked in the awesome country of America.
"Because, those who do will get hurt." Ivan continued loosing his patience quickly. Obviously this kid was an idiot. An idiot that needed to be dealt with.
"Oh yeah? Well I think you're a commie. A big fat red commie!" He jabbed a finger at the others chest for good measure. What he didn't expect was for the other to put a hand in his golden hair. In one swift movement Alfred's head was violently acquainted with the table top.
"Alfred!" Matthew shrieked in absolutely shock as he raced to get up and over to where his brother was repeatedly being smashed into the table. Ivan had not stopped his beating because Alfred, always the stubborn idiot, had started to chant 'commie' while thrashing about in the strong grip. It didn't seem to matter to him that he was bleeding quite badly over the table.
In seconds Matthew was there trying to pry at Ivan's hands to get him to let go. He was screaming for them to stop. Ivan to stop hurting his brother, and his brother to stop his stupid chant. Gilbert had raced over also and was trying to pull the big Russian away from Alfred and Matthew...mostly Matthew. The last thing Alfred remembered was Matthew screaming and a harsh command from a teacher before everything went black.
Alfred woke up in the hospital. He groaned, his head felt like shit and the lights were way too bright. He let out a loud moan of pain when he tried to sit up, quickly sinking back down. There was scurrying around the room and a face appeared right in front of his own, surprising him.
"Thank god! You're awake!" The voice said with a sigh of relief. The British accent told him it belonged to his father and he blinked his eyes a few times. The world came back into focus and his eyes met the emerald pair of his father along with those obscenely large eyebrows. "Do you know how worried we were? The bloody hell were you thinking? Why did you keep saying that!" Arthur accused angrily, trying to mask his obvious worry and relief that his son would be fine.
Alfred groaned again before answering, "I don't know what your talking about. My head hurts!" He whined squirming in the bed with a pout. Arthur rolled his eyes at his sons behavior, was he really sixteen? Seemed more like a 3 year old at the moment.
"Of course your head hurts, you got a bloody concussion." Arthur explained dryly and watched as his son took in the information slowly.
"ngn... How'd I do that?"
"You made fun of your new classmate. Or at least that's what Matthew told me." Arthur answered now remembering he should probably tell his other son and husband that Alfred had woken up. They had left to get some food knowing Alfred would probably whine about needing some burgers when he woke.
"New classmate?" Alfred mumbled, still trying to work out his brain. It hurt! Damn, it felt like a hammer was hitting his skull repeatedly.
"Yes, the Russian one" Arthur said impatiently as he pulled out his cellphone to call the frog. Alfred's eyes widened and he remembered lunch, being the hero and getting smashed into the table.
"The damn commie gave me a concussion?" He growled angrily. Oh Ivan was so dead now.
"Alfred! Stop calling him that! Just because he's Russian doesn't make him a communist, Russia isn't even communist anymore." Arthur scolded as he put the phone to his ear waiting for his husband to pick up. Alfred rolled his eyes and frowned. Damn it! His head was pounding and it was all the stupid commie's fault. Yeah commie. Obviously commies were the villains of democracy and therefore Ivan was a villain himself. No one hurts the Hero! Luckily the commie didn't know that the hero always wins in the end!
"Yes Francis he's up. Just get over here... Why isn't Matthew with you?... I thought you were both getting food..." Arthur was speaking to the phone before he got bright red. "Why the bloody hell would you go into that store!...Your son is in the hospital! This is highly inappropriate Francis!... No I am not wearing whatever you bought me!... Will you just get out of the bloody sex shop!" He yelled into the phone before slamming it shut.
Alfred made a gagging noise and Arthur remembered his son was right there. His red mortified face stared at the hurt boy before stammering about needing to go wait for Matthew and quickly running from the room. Alfred let out a laugh and rolled his eyes. He hopped Mattie would get here soon...Concussion aside he was hungry.
Matthew sighed as his brother stuffed his face as they drove home. He was quite relieved he was ok. There had been so much blood on the table, he had worried over the possibility of his brother suffering some brain damage. His brain was damaged enough as it was. He seemed to be alright though.
Ivan was suspended for three days and he was to apologize to Alfred when he got back. And the American had to apologize himself for his mocking. Alfred wasn't too happy about this and was already forming plans of tricking the other into not giving an apology. It wasn't his fault the other was giant Russian freak.
"I just don't see why you kept mocking him" Matthew reasoned, it had really been bothering him. Why couldn't his brother be more cautious? Or at least not an idiot?
"I wasn't mocking him! I was warning others of the evil that resides within him. Sheesh Mattie! I'm the victim here! But don't worry, next time I see him I'll give him a few blows in return." Alfred declared with a grin. Matthew groaned rubbing his temples.
"Alfred that wont help! Stop picking fights with people. Its annoying" Whenever Alfred made enemies he often had to suffer too because they shared the same face.
Alfred rolled his eyes and winced as they hit a bump on the road. Couldn't Papa drive a little slower? His head was throbbing again! Stupid commie and his stupid strength. He'll show him! He can drive a good punch too! He'll sock him right in the face, the gut and maybe rip off that damned scarf. Yeah. That's what you get for messing with the Hero!
Matthew still annoyed at his brother's behavior felt a tremor in his pocket. He pulled out his vibrating cellphone and looked at the text.
H0ws teh idi0t?
Matthew snickered quietly to himself before quickly typing his reply.
The idiots fine and would it kill you to learn to spell? Honestly Gilbert it isn't that hard. -.-
He was about to put his phone away when it vibrated once more.
Dont b such a smrt a$$. My tping iz AWE$OME \m/(-.-)\m/
Matthew rolled his eyes but couldn't get rid of the small smile on his face. There was just something about the obnoxious albino that kept the twin smiling. He really did like him...maybe more than he should. He blushed slightly and willed the thoughts away.
"Why are you blushing?" Alfred asked, oblivious as always. Matthew reddened more at being caught.
"N-nothing! Ju-just something Papa said earlier" He lied quickly, the excuse always worked. Alfred shuddered in understanding and squeezed his brother's shoulder comfortingly.
Finally, the family pulled up into their drive way and exited the car. The four made their way to the house, the two men bickering as usual. Once inside the phone rang and an irritated Arthur picked it up.
"Yes? Oh! Hello Toris...No this isn't a bad time, the frog was just being annoying. How was the trip? …Well you're going to have to tell me everything that happened. A year long adventure to eastern Europe is quite a tale." Arthur chuckled pleasantly as his friend continued to speak.
"Oh of course they've missed you! You've been taking care of them since they were four!... Don't be so modest you were a great babysitter... Actually, Alfred just got back from the hospital with a concussion... Some fight with him and some other student...Are you alright Toris? You sound worried about something... Anyway, you should come over for dinner sometime. We'd love to have you... Room for one more? Have you finally found someone?"Arthur chuckled once more in a teasing matter before tensing.
"What?...I don't think I'm hearing you right, bloody old telephone...He's a teenager...Toris what were you thinking? You're too young to raise some orphan teen!...You have a lot of explaining but I'm sure we can make room for him...Alright, just call us back soon so we can set up a date...It was good talking to you, lad...bye" Arthur hung up, his brows furrowed.
He was so deep in his concentration he didn't react as arms slipped around his waist and pulled him into a strong chest.
"Qu'est qui ce passe?" (Whats going on?) Francis asked, nuzzling into the messy blond hair.
"It seems Toris has adopted a teenage orphan during his travels..." Arthur answered, still horribly confused at what could have lead his friend into doing such a thing.
"Vraiment? How strange... He must of planned a long time for it though..." Francis answered, equally puzzled.
"No, it was apparently spur of the moment... But adoption processes are so long... It took us three months to finally adopt the twins..." Arthur pulled away from the embrace in order to face his husband.
"Maybe different countries have different protocols. You invited him to dinner, oui? We can ask him then." France decided leaning down and kissing the Englishman who returned the kiss. Arthur pulled away after a moment.
"I'm going to go check on Alfred, then I'll do some research."
"D'accord. I'll start dinner. Maybe Matthieu can help me..." Francis replied, going through his head on what the menu for the night should be. Arthur nodded and left the kitchen to go find his elder son and make sure he was alright. "Matthieu!" Francis called and smiled at the familiar soft steps of the quiet twin as he came down the stairs.
"Oui Papa?" The teen asked as Francis opened the fridge.
"Tu veux m'aider avec le diner?" (Do you want to help me with dinner?) The Frenchman asked his son and received a vigorous nod. He grinned and motioned for the teen to come over.
"Do you want to invite the loud one over for dinner? We could make something special for him." Francis gave his son a wink and enjoyed the blush that bloomed on his soft cheeks.
"Gilbert isn't that loud" He defended quickly, even though he knew that was the biggest lie of the century. People in China could probably hear Gilbert crystal clear. "And I don't like him like that." He quickly added, okay maybe that was the biggest lie of the century.
Francis chuckled and wore a knowing smile. "Of course Matthieu, of course."
Ms. Shell= Seychelles
Wow...I just keep updating..hehe...
Seriously this story is so much fun to write...
And in case your curious the seen where Ivan's beating this shit out of Alfred when he calls him a commie...Thats what gave birth to this story
I just kindof woke up and thought up that scene and was like "I should totally write a story with that in it" and Voila!
Also I am going to show Francis' and Arthur's backstory. I already have it planned out. Its going to be so much fun to write. I love those two.
It probably wont be until the chapter after the next...I'm not entirely sure yet...But it is coming! And it shall be epic~
Next chapter Alfred gets his revenge...sortof... And Gilbert works up his nerve! Woot~!
I'll see you in the next update
Reviews are as sweet as Matthews maple syrup and as awesome as Gilbert's five meters XD
Thanks again for reading!