Alfred was actually happy to be going back to school. Being home alone was so boring! And his head didn't hurt much anymore. He just wanted to hang out with his friends and have some fun again. Stupid commie and his stupidness. He was such a creep. What kind of person just knocks someones head on a table repeatedly? Freak.

Alfred sat beside Kiku on the bus like usual, his brother in the seat behind him. The Japanese teen was giving Alfred all the work he had missed over his absence, much to the others annoyance.

"Can't you just like lose it or something? Ug, I hate more homework" He groaned, bashing his head on the back of the seat. Kiku rolled his eyes and continued explaining the work as calmly as possible. The bus grinded to a halt and Alfred grudgingly accepted all the papers from his friend. The trio stepped off the bus an onto their high school campus.

The Japanese boy left them at the entrance to the school, his first class being in another building. Matthew and Alfred continued together toward their lockers arguing about football and hockey and which of the two sports were better.

"Hey! Alfred! How was the time off?" Gilbert greeted, coming up to the twins. Alfred grinned at him and lied that it had been great. "Well I'm stealing your brother for first period!" He said grabbing at the younger twin's hand and dragging him away. Alfred rolled his eyes and turned to his locker, opening it to take out his books. Spanish first, then Chemistry with the damn Russian. He inwardly groaned and stuffed his books in his bag.

Meanwhile, Matthew was being dragged down a corridor by a jittery albino. He frowned as the halls became less and less crowded and he realized they weren't heading to Geometry. He stopped forcing the German-wait Prussian as he insisted to be called- to stop also. Gilbert turned to him slightly confused.

"Where are we going?" Matthew asked skeptically looking around to find the hall basically empty. He glanced at his watch and noticed they still had 10 minutes before class started. Gilbert didn't answer and looked at the ground. A nervous grin on his face and...was that the beginnings of blush? Matthew was thoroughly confused.

"Umm...Well.." Damn it! Come one Gilbert! Stammering was not an awesome way to ask your crush out! Geez. This was why you had practiced! "I-I wanted too...Damn it." He cursed rubbing at the back of his neck nervously.

Matthew looked at him with a raised brow and he wondered what was going through the teens mind. And then he realized. He was his Papa's son. He blushed furiously but couldn't help the pleased smile that slipped past his lips. Gilbert was too focused on the floor to see it. So the albino was finally going to ask him out?

"You see...uh...I was hoping...that uh..." Damn it! He had to sound suave and charming! He had to draw in all of his awesome skills and do this right. This wasn't that hard, just a couple of words for god's sake. Just do what Feli told said. Focus!

Matthew on the other hand was trying to suppress a giggle as he watched the albino struggle helplessly. How his reddening face was twisted in complete concentration and determination. How he kept flexing his hands and scratching the back of his head. It was quite adorable...but class was going to start soon... The blond never liked being late to class.

"Wh-what I'm trying to s-say is...uh...that..." that I want to go out with you because your awesome and I'm awesome and we could have awesome babies together. No! He couldn't say that. He just had to be natural. Why was this so hard? Darn it!

"Yes." Matthew answered and Gilbert finally looked up surprised. He stared at the younger twin and tilted his head in slight confusion. "I'd be happy to go out with you Gilbert." Matthew clarified, blushing slightly and with a warm smile.

Gilbert blinked before his grin spread to his ears even though he was bright pink. "I always knew you would succumb to the awesome me." Matthew scoffed but his smile didn't disappear and he leaned over to press a chaste kiss on the albinos pale lips.

He pulled away before grabbing his hands and dragging him back toward Geometry. Gilbert felt as if he was on top of the word. He let the twin lead him through the halls, his thoughts swimming in happiness. Matt had said yes!

Alfred left Spanish class in a happy mood. He had come just in time for one of the monthly fiestas. God he loved chips and salsa. Food always made him happy. He walked past the halls humming the star spangled banner happily to himself. Then he saw him. He froze and anger coursed through his very being. The freak stood there, peering at the door labels, looking for his class. Alfred glared at him angrily before striding confidently toward him.

"Commie!" He snapped and Ivan turned around with a raised eye brow before smirking down at him. Ah, it was the idiot from the cafeteria. And he still hadn't learned his lesson. Maybe he needed to be refreshed on his lesson? It would be easy en-

Without warning a fist knocked into his face and he was pushed back by the force. His eyes widened and he cupped his bleeding nose and stared at the grinning American.

"Don't think I'm some weakling you here me commie. You don't want to mess with the hero!" He warned. Ivan stared at him for a while and let go of his bleeding nose. He glanced down to see that his gloves were covered in blood. He stiffened, his eyes darkening dangerously as he stared at his hands. Memories flooded his brain drowning him as they reminded him of the other times he'd had blood on his hands.

Alfred was going to walk away but he noticed how the freak wasn't moving. He just stared at his hands completely transfixed...and was he shaking? Alfred waved his hand in front of the Russian but got no reaction. The bell rang obnoxiously and still the freak didn't budge. The hell?

"Hey! Commie? Wake up! Ivan!" Alfred yelled and the Russian finally looked up, violet eyes wide and dark, his pupils seemed to be shaking. It sent a shiver down the American's spine and he took a step back. Ivan stared at him with dark clouded eyes and it seemed like a menacing aura was flowing from him. Alfred felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he swallowed nervously. The hell was going on? "I-Ivan?" He questioned, cursing the stammer in his voice. Why was he afraid of this guy? He was the hero for god's sakes.

Then, Ivan lunged. His bloody hands wrapping around the Americans neck as he pushed him back. The two fell onto the cold tile floor with the Russian on top. Alfred stared, frozen in shock before beginning to thrash violently. He clawed at the hands on his neck but only succeeding in making them tighten. His blue eyes wide and drowning in the distant gaze of the other's dark violet. He chocked and gasped and tried a new tactic. He kneed the taller in the groin. Ivan gasped screwing his eyes shut in pain and loosening his grip. Alfred acted quickly, pushing the other teen so that he was now on top. He glared at the bloody face. The Russian's violet eyes almost seemed to be looking through him.

"Ivan! The hell is wrong with you?" He yelled. His answer was a punch to the face that caught him off guard. He yelped and threw his own punch. Soon the two were rolling around the red stained floor, kicking and punching as crowd gathered about them. Alfred yelped in pain when his foot was kicked and it twisted at a painful anger. In retaliation he hit the others bloody face again.

They were wrenched apart by two teachers looking extremely furious. The pair panted and glared at each other angrily.

"That's it! Bonnefoy, Braginsky to the nurses office. And when you're done the principle!" One of them ordered loudly. Alfred groaned but nodded and pulled away from the teachers grip and started walking with a slight limp toward the entrance of the school. Ivan took a deep breath, trying to even his breathing. He needed to calm down. Obviously he had snapped, he needed to regain some control.

With effort he began to walk steadily, keeping his distance from the American. One of the teachers was following them, making sure they didn't stray from their destination or get into another fight. Alfred had his hands in his pocket refusing to limp though his ankle screamed protest at him with every step. His glasses were also cracked. Damn it. Dad was gonna be pissed. Stupid freak, it was all his fault.

"Dear lord! What were you two doing? You both look like you've been run over by an 18 wheeler!" The nurse cried out at the sight of the unhappy bloody pair. Alfred flashed her a pained smile, always the charmer.

"We just got into a little scuffle, Nurse Jane." He explained easily, sitting down on one of the beds, holding in the wince. He probably had bruises all over himself. Damn commie.

Ivan stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. He decided to copy the American, sitting on the next bed. The nurse rolled her eyes at Alfred before setting to work. She went over to Ivan first, his face was much bloodier. Tentatively, she touched his nose and felt the other shudder in pain but make no sound. She frowned.

"Oh dear...I think you might have broken your nose" She murmured and Alfred grinned triumphantly before receiving a scolding glare from the woman.

"Dear, you're going to have to go to the hospital to make sure. I'll go call them up, take this ice pack and keep it on your face ok?" She said soothingly going to the phone, dialing the number. Alfred turned to the Russian, smug smirk in place.

"That's what you get for messing with the hero!" He hissed triumphantly. Ivan stared at him, before doing as he was told and placing the ice pack on his face. Alfred expected him to shiver at the sudden cold temperature like he usually did but Ivan acted as if the cold had no effect on him. Freak.

Ivan began to glance around the nurse's office with interest, this was his first time in the room. It was so different than the one in the orphanage. The room was clean, with sterile white walls and neat comfy beds. There were posters about health on all the walls, varying from the effects of drugs to a healthy diet. At the orphanage it was a dark room filled with sick children on their dying breaths.

"Alright the ambulance is on its way. Ivan was it? I'm going to check for bruises ok? Tell me if anything hurts." She spoke softly and kindly before beginning to jab at his sides and stomach. He winced in surprise and she lifted his shirt slightly, seeing the formation of large bruise on his side. "Yep, that's going to hurt in the morning." She deduced. Alfred didn't hear her, he was still trying to figure out if what he had just seen was real.

When the nurse had lifted Ivan's shirt for the briefest of moments, Alfred got a glimpse of the teen's back. And what he saw scared him. There were jagged scars running down along his skin, there were tons. Some small and healed, others long and still pink. It was frightening. Alfred blinked and quickly looked away. The nurse moved down to Ivan's feet noticing they seemed fine.

"Alright, well you wait until the ambulance comes alright, dear? I'm going to check on Alfred now." She explained sweetly and the Russian nodded. Alfred grinned at the lady but she wasn't amused. She sighed, "Alright Alfred, what have you done today?" She asked dryly.

"Maybe I just wanted to visit you?" Alfred tried with his happy smile. She rolled eyes at him.

"Right, isn't 2nd period Chemistry for you? Are you trying to get out of test again?" She said poking at his sides for bruises. He pouted and shook his head. She looked at his face and gave him an ice pack for his forming black eye. She went further down to his feet and frowned at the sight of his right angle. "Well Alfred, it seems you've twisted your ankle." She announced putting another ice pack over it and watching Alfred shiver at the coldness.

"Alfred, I need you to ice your ankle until the swelling goes down, then put this brace on as tightly as possible. Stay off your feet and when seated keep your ankle elevated all right? I'm calling your father." Alfred groaned, damn it! He was going to have to stay at home again, alone and bored. He wasn't allowed to walk and he was going to die of boredom. Damn commie! He glared at Ivan angrily and the boy merely smiled back.

The nurse left to go to the phone once more. "Damn it! This is all your fault." Alfred accused angrily, crossing his arms with a huff while still trying to ice his eye.

"If I recall, you were the one who broke my nose first." Ivan pointed out with sly smirk. Alfred rolled his eyes and pouted.

"Well yeah...But that was payback! You're the one who went all psycho!" He snapped back. "The hell was that anyway?"

Ivan glanced at his naked hands, he had taken off the bloody gloves to prevent the memories from coming back again. He shrugged and looked over at one of the health posters, learning the dangers of smoking. Alfred scowled at being ignored and focused on his swelled foot instead. The nurse came back looking annoyed, probably having talked to Dad.

"Arthur's coming, and Ivan the ambulance is here alright? So follow me." She said pleasantly and Ivan stood up, following the lady obediently, ignoring the glare he was receiving from the idiot American.

"Hey Matt! Where's your brother?" Gilbert asked setting down his tray on their lunch table. Matthew sighed. "He got into another fight with Ivan." He answered, annoyed.

"Really? Who won?" Gilbert asked excitedly and received a glare from the younger twin.

"That's not important. All I know is he got sent home because he twisted his ankle pretty badly. And apparently he broke Ivan's nose." He explained, unamused and eating his food idly. Gilbert though grinned.

"So the Freak got what was coming to him! Good for Alfred, and he got another day off the sneaky bastard." He joked lightly before realizing Kiku wasn't at the table either.

"He's with Heracles, doing some project or another for his History class." Matthew answered the unspoken question. The Prussian had no idea how Matthew did that so often. Maybe he was psychic...More likely he had absorbed Gilbert awesomeness and learned the skill because of that.

"So where are you taking me out?" Matthew asked curiously and chuckled as Gilbert gagged on his food and reddened. Gilbert took a gulp of water and looked up into the laughing violet eyes. "Well? Don't you have anything planned?" Matthew continued, teasing the albino.

"Uh..." Shit. He hadn't gotten that far in his plan. Sure he had had all morning to think about it but he had merely basked in the afterglow of the acceptance.

"Alright, how about this Saturday we go to a movie?" Matthew offered, he guessed Papa's constant wisdom over love did have its advantage. Though he could of done better without the explicit examples. He shuddered slightly at the memory.

"Yeah! That be awesome" Gilbert quickly agreed, he was smiling wildly. His heart was all swelled up and he was pretty sure he could fly. He just needed to get his nerve back, he was acting like such a girl! He was a man! More specifically Mattie's man. God, he couldn't wait to brag about this.

"Oh, one more thing Gil." Matthew added sheepishly, a blush crawling over his cheeks. "Can we keep this a s-secret?" The Prussian frowned and tilted his head, confused at the request.

"Its just...Alfreds going to be really angry because he's overprotective and Dad will have a h-heart attack. Worse Papa will be all excited and force me to listen to all his 'talks' and I really don't want to go through that yet." Matthew explained hurriedly. The albino pouted but nodded.

"Fine, we could have a super secret awesome romance!" He decided and grinned at the other, he really did find the blond adorable when he blushed like that. Matthew smiled and tried to will away the red on his cheeks before nodding his agreement.

"Damn it Alfred! Why do you keep getting hurt? For god sakes you just got out of the hospital three days ago. I'm working and suddenly I receive a call you've gotten hurt again." Arthur ranted angrily as he steered the car around the roads. Alfred kept his frown on as he stared out the window and kept his leg on the dashboard for elevation.

"It wasn't my fault." He defended.

"Of course it wasn't Alfred, its never your fault. Who was it this time?" Arthur mocked cruelly and turned left sharply. He needed some tea to cool his nerves.

"It was the damn commies fault!"

Arthur slammed his hand on the steering wheel. "Again Alfred? And don't call him that! Bloody hell." He slammed the brakes at a red light, the car jerking slightly.

"Well its his fault alright!" Alfred reiterated, crossing his arms angrily.

"And what happened to him?" Arthur asked drily, watching the red light and mentally willing it to change.

Alfred couldn't suppress his grin, "I broke his nose." Arthur's grip on the wheel tightened and he almost missed the green light. He quickly accelerated and gritted his teeth.

"Damn it Alfred! You're going to apologize to him immediately. Don't look so smug!" Arthur ordered as he sped up, seeing the house coming into view.

"I don't want to apologize! He deserved it!" Alfred whined like a three year old. Arthur rolled his eyes and pulled into the drive way.

"Of course he did Alfred. Very heroic too might I add. The poor boys probably a lonely frightened transfer student with no friends. He does nothing to you and you've already made fun of him for his nationality and then broke his nose. Quite the model gentleman I've raised." Arthur snapped, slamming the door closed and fishing out his sewing supplies. He still had work to do, what with being interrupted in order to pick up his son.

Alfred slammed his own door and stomped up the stairs. Or at least he tried before yelping in pain and falling to the ground. Right. His ankle was a swelling mess. Damn it. And why'd his father say it like that? It made him sound like a total jackass, when he was the victim! He held his ankle and hissed. Arthur had run to his side putting down his sewing machine hurriedly when he heard his son cry out.

"Alfred! Are you alright, lad?" He asked, brushing away the blonds hair from his face. A habit he'd always had with the twins that he couldn't get rid of.

"Y-yeah, I kinda forgot about my foot." Alfred mumbled and let his father help him up. Arthur helped his son toward the couch where he set him up and gave him the controller.

"I'll go get an icepack. Do you want anything?" Arthur asked, anger subsided. No matter how angry he could get it always seemed to evaporate when someone he loved got hurt.

"Can I have some Coke? Thanks." Alfred called out with a small smile, he really did like it when his Dad was calm and stuff. Not his usual yelling disappointed self. Arthur came back into the room and set down the Coke on the table by his son's head. He placed the icepack on the injured foot carefully.

"Alfred, can you please try not to get hurt so often?" Arthur sighed and left the room to collect his work that he had left by the door.

Alfred snapped the can open and took a sip of the refreshing beverage. His peace was broken when the phone rang sharply near him. Alfred groaned.

"Can you get it?" Came Arthurs voice through the hall. Alfred sighed and readjust himself before picking up the phone.

"Hello?...TORIS! God its been forever! How was the trip? Did you get me anything?" Alfred asked excitedly into the phone. "You need to visit! I haven't seen you in like a year!...Why am I at home?...Oh! Yeah I got sent early cuz some Russian freak twisted my ankle...You ok? You seem nervous all of sudden...Yeah he's here. I'll talk to you later k?" He cupped his hand over the phone and yelled into the house. "DAD! Its Toris, pick it up!"

He heard loud grumbling and the phone being picked up. He hung up and focused back on the television. Behind him Arthur was leaning against the kitchen counter, holding the phone to his ear.

"Hello Toris! How's the new ward?...I see...Of course the dinner is still on!...Whenever you want...Saturday's fine. How about you come around 6?...Alright then, see you soon. Bye." He hung up and looked over at Alfred.

"Do you have any plans Saturday night?" Arthur asked and Alfred shook his head. "Good, Toris is coming for dinner along with the orphan he adopted."

"Awesome! Haven't seen Tor in ages!" He grinned at the prospect of seeing his good friend. Toris was 7 years his elder and used to live in the neighborhood. Ever since the twins were 6, Toris had been their babysitter. Even when they moved so that they were around half hour walk away he would still come over to watch them. He was the best. The fact that his longtime friend had adopted an orphan slipped his mind. Alfred could be quite oblivious.

"I'm home." Matthew announced quietly as he entered the house.

"AND THE AWESOME ONE HAS ARRIVED!" Gilbert yelled loudly, his voice shaking the walls. Matthew scolded him for his loud voice only to be hugged tightly. "Its not my fault my awesome is just bursting out of me" He whined burrowing his face in the younger twins back. Mmm...Matt smelled of sweet maple syrup. Matthew blushed and pried himself out of the embrace.

"Gil! Stop it...Its embarrassing." he mumbled.

Gilbert pouted and only received a roll of the eyes. He didn't mind though. His grin was back in place in a few seconds as he bounced around. He felt as light as a feather. Matt had said yes! God he was happy. Matthew smiled at his behavior and quickly looked away.

"Al? Where are you?" Matthew called.

"Family room!" Came the answer.

Gilbert quickly ran over to the living room and it took everything in his power to not tell Alfred he was dating his younger brother. Hell he wanted to scream it to the world. But...Matt wanted it a secret for now before telling his Dad and brother. Alfred was a bit overprotective... So instead he opted to congratulate his future brother in law.

"I heard ya gave the Freak what was coming to him!" he said excitedly, highfiving his friend. Alfred grinned broadly.

"Finally! Some recognition!" He exclaimed as he sat up slightly while trying not to disturb his ankle. "I broke his big fat nose and everything." Alfred bragged with a smirk. Gilbert gave him a thumbs up.

There were loud steps as their father came down the stairs. "Matthew?" Arthur asked looking for his son. The boy waved and Arthur blinked...Had he really been right there? He shook the thought away. "Matthew, do you have any plans for Saturday night?" He asked. Matthew glanced over at Gilbert who was in conversation with his brother. No doubt his twin was retelling the 'heroic' tale.

"Actually Gilbert and I were going to go to the mo-"

"Cancel. Toris and his ward are coming over for dinner." Arthur interrupted and his son frowned.

"But Dad-" He tried to argue when Arthur once more interrupted him.

"Matthew, you hang out with Gilbert all the time, he's right in the living room. You haven't seen Toris in a year. You can cancel a stupid night to the movies."

Matthew bit his lip. But its our first date! He kept the argument inside and sighed. "Can Gil stay for dinner then? He knows Toris too..." He tried hoping his father would say yes.

"I suppose...Ask the frog. He's the one cooking for everyone." Arthur answered absently before going back up the stairs to finish his sewing.

Matthew grinned, of course Papa would say yes! Now to tell Gilbert... "Hey Gil?" He called tentatively. In a flash Gilbert was by his side still grinning widely.

"Yes? You called?" The albino asked eagerly, not able to stop the bounce in his step. Matthew giggled lightly before quickly stopping himself.

"Gil, Toris got back from his year long trip."

"Oh? Cool." Gilbert said, that didn't seem nearly as important as Matthew saying yes.

"Yeah well, Dad invited him over for a formal dinner and I have to be there."

"Ok. So...?" The Prussian pressed, what did this have to do with him?

"On Saturday." Matthew finished and watched as the albino's wide smile fell into a small frown.

"oh". He said simply pulling away. "Thats ok. Its fine. Its totally awesome!"Gilbert quickly said forcing his smile back on his face. Matthew frowned.

"I'm sorry Gil, but you can come to the dinner. Dad said it would be ok." The younger twin continued hoping to lift his crush's mood.

"Yeah. ok. I'll be there! And maybe Friday we could go to the movies?" He asked hopefully, red eyes wide. Damn those puppy dog eyes.

"Of course." Matthew agreed and blushed when the albino kissed him.

"Awesome!"

And thus it continues
So this chapters long! To make up for last chapter and because it might take a while to update...
School starts soon and I've been procrastinating on finishing my summer work... hehe...
So anyways next chapter Ivan and Alfred get punished!
Hey! Not like that! You people have dirty minds...*was thinking the same thing...*
That brings me to another point...This story might go up to M rating...Depends if I get the nerve and am able to write some lemon flavored chapters...I dont know yet...We'll see...
So I'll see you in the next update~
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