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Warning!: Male on male is in this story. There is also a stupid city with dumb people. USUK, PRUCAN, etc. More couple later I suppose.

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Here is chapter 4

"Loud and clear, 524
Freud? Keloid?
Just hit the key
Everything, all's to be laughed at
Hurry, dance, with all your foolishness"

Chapter 3: To Much Emotion

Alfred was infuriated. Anger boiling in his system as he stomped down to the restaurant; maybe Kiku was working today? He always said things that made Alfred happy. He pulled his coat closer to him feeling the wind chill his bones. He cracked his knuckles and sighed; as he walked the alarms were exploding in his head. As he got closer to the restaurant, the louder they appeared to get. Panic suddenly filled his body. He made a mad dash to the door and got inside. At the counter was a man, he had pointed his gun at Alfred once he got inside.

Alfred could see his close friend Kiku standing over in the corner helping a family calm down; Alfred could tell that Kiku was very upset too though. He stared at the man and felt his hands trembling; what was he supposed to do? If he helped he could be arrested for using his powers, get fired, or get a bill for breaking things in the restaurant. He looked over at Kiku, seeing the Asian give a small plea for help in his clouded brown eyes.

Alfred gulped and raised his hands, feeling anger fill him yet trying his hardest to stay calm. He took a step forward and was about to say something, but was cut off by a loud bang. Alfred quickly turned around to see another man who had shot at him. Alfred looked down at his uniform and coat as there was a hole in it, yet no blood. Alfred blinked at the man then slowly took his coat off to check the spot he'd been shot. The shell of the bullet fell to the floor with a clank, and he felt a bruise begin to form on his chest.

Alfred's face suddenly began turning red from fury. He glared at the other man and in blind rage grabbed him and threw him onto the other. As the other moved out of the way he shot at Alfred again, but to no avail; the criminals bullet just couldn't penetrate Alfred. Alfred picked up the criminal and took the gun from him and tossed it to the floor out of reach. Alfred wanted to tear this man's head off. The man was terrified, and Alfred tossed him over on top of his co-partner. He then hastily grabbed the phone and called the police.

When he hung up on the police Alfred quickly fixed the restaurant up to where it looked as if nothing had ever happened. He took a spare table cloth and tied both of the criminals up with it. Alfred trembled and looked at his boss in another corner of the room. He gulped and covered his face; his life was ruined. Kiku quickly came over and got down on his knees and comforted him, which surprised Alfred because Kiku was never the type of person to run and help someone.

"My brother won't tell, I promise, run. Get out of here before the police come." Kiku whispered harshly to him. Alfred gulped and nodded, then hastily ran out the door as fast as he could. He wasn't even running home he was just running somewhere, anywhere.

"So much for work," Alfred thought to himself and held his head. He took a deep breath and felt the cold ground of the alley he now sat in. The buildings here were really old, older than his apartment building. He took out his cellphone and looked at his brothers angry purple grey texts. "Even Mattie is mad at me now! What was I supposed to do Matt? Submit and let them take all the stuff?!"

"Yes, Alfred Franklin Jones, you were!" said a very angry voice. Alfred looked around the dumpster to see his brother standing there angrily with Arthur. Alfred looked away when he saw the Brit. Anger from their fight this morning filling his body to the brim once again; even though it hadn't been there just moments ago.

Arthur had been their house guest for a month now, and was the snobbiest loneliest person Alfred had ever had the displeasure of meeting. This guy really set him off sometimes. They constantly fought. Alfred KNEW what set this guy off and despite his attempts not to anger him, he never seemed to make him happy. Arthur purposefully poked his buttons and made his hair stand on end, never even trying to acknowledge anything good about him. They KNEW each other yet they still had so much trouble with each other. Alfred couldn't understand why this hadn't happened to Matthew and Gilbert. Matt had told him it was different for everyone. He scowled and clenched his fists remembering the fight.

Arthur made him wait on him, at every second of the day he was home. Arthur didn't go out much, didn't work as hard as he and Matthew did. Alfred had promptly told him to get up and get a drink himself, make his own tea. Alfred was busy getting ready for work. From there they went off on each other, something that had become a common occurrence. Then he'd left for work without letting Arthur finish. Alfred hated it, all he wanted to do was get to know the man better, but things were awkward. He knew how to make him laugh only, every time he tried it always upset Arthur; making him remember some good memory he hadn't wanted to share with Alfred at all. Also the Brit had claimed his bedroom so he was bound to the forsaken couch!

Not only that but the bastard had become friends with his brother, so every time he complained to Matt he would get scolded for fighting with Arthur. This made a fire light inside of Alfred, he'd never ever been so angry all the time. Especially not towards his brother, now his brother was mad at him. He could not have just stood by, his brother didn't understand. If Matt had been there he'd have tried to do something, he didn't get those alarms all the time like Alfred did. Matthew didn't understand, Arthur didn't understand, Kiku didn't know, he was going to lose his job!

Alfred stood up his hair standing on end, eyes glowing furiously as his body tensed more and more. He couldn't hold it anymore at all! Life was stupid! Life here was the biggest piece of shit anyone had to go through and Alfred had had enough! His face had a deep scowl and the cold air current swirled around him as if greatly disturbed by Alfred's sudden power. Alfred's breathing became more labored and he yelled out in frustration.

Matthew quickly grabbed Arthur and pulled him out of the way, fear apparent in his eyes. Arthur was very confused, until he watched as Alfred picked up the dumpster and threw it as hard as he could into the abandoned building, just ripping up the alley way. He pulled up pavement and just trashed everything. He looked at Matthew; both had fear in their gut. Matthew looked now as if he was desperately trying to get through to Alfred's thoughts but to no avail. Arthur knew these two didn't have good practice with their abilities, Arthur really didn't either. He knew he could fly if he really tried but because of where he'd been that's all he knew.

After a while Alfred began to calm down. He just stood there trembling then turned to Matthew and Arthur with a deep scowl. "You don't understand Matt, you just do not understand at all. You never have gone through that have you? Yeah? You're so much better off, perfect boyfriend, perfect jobs, good friends! And you! You don't understand either, even if you know me! I know you too! I am SICK and TIRED of hearing both of you nag at me all day long! I've had enough! I have other things nagging me constantly; w-why don't you two get that! I've ruined everything and you two don't seem to care how I feel about this! Just how it affects you two! This is no city to be selfish in!" Alfred cried, tears streaming down his face. Matthew was silent and Arthur could only stare in fear at Alfred, not sure how to respond; both just stood there with their mouths open. They were thinking of something to say, but nothing seemed to come out.

"It doesn't matter," Alfred said wiping the tears from his face, "I am gonna go home a-and hopefully you two can get over yourselves before the convention in three days." And with that Alfred ran off in a blur. He didn't even care about the people who stared at him when he got into populated areas. It isn't like they could see him he was just a blur to them. Like any other lowly person was.

"Why do you always fight with my brother?" Matthew asked Arthur quizzically. The Brit looked at him surprised, then sighed.

"I don't mean to… When I was little, my brothers would tease me to show their affection. Not really nicely either… I guess I just don't know how to not fight with him. At first it was ok I suppose but then he just started blowing up at things I don't even tease about." Arthur sighed.

"Alfred, his way of affection is company, he doesn't ever want to feel alone. He hates being bullied too. He wants nice company, someone to laugh with. I'd say that's how you make him happy, by smiling for him. He loves making people smile, and it always upsets him when he fails in that task."

"I know how to make him happy, I just cant." Arthur said quickly with a blank tone. Matthew stared at him and blinked partially understanding. "Also, what convention was Alfred talking about; if you don't mind me asking you?"

"Oh just an anime convention, I doubt you would be interested. If you are though you can watch it on TV or go with us." Matt said smiling. Arthur smiled a bit too.

"My older sister liked anime, may I ask which one you and your brother enjoy?"

"Haha, i-it's a really old one. It's called Hetalia, my brother really makes a perfect America. I usually play Canada. If we win a spot in the top three in a contest then there is a cash prize for us. It is quite exciting and me and my brother get to use our talents. Though it's an old anime, it has recently become more popular. We like old school things, like my brothers stupid video games. I mean I know they don't cost as much, which I am thankful for, but you'd think my brother would actually want new games."

"Ah I think she mentioned it once before. It's about the personification of nations or something. I never really got interested, but she suddenly started calling me England. She gave all of us weird names because of it." Arthur said a small smile on his face.

"We, as in your siblings? Who was who?" Matthew asked raising a brow, the he chuckled, "You would really make a good England."

"Yeah, my siblings. My sister had proclaimed herself Ireland, me England, and brothers were Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland. Y-yeah she said I was too.."

"So where are your siblings now?" Arthur got very quiet at this, looking down at the ground in silence. Matt knew he'd said something touchy.

"I-I don't know… I just hope they are safe…"

"What happened exactly?" Matthew asked. He knew there was something more to Arthur's fear of being outside for long periods of time, but never really got a good thought line to read. Arthur gulped and looked up at the sky. Matthew tried to find some answers himself but failed due to his lack of training.

"When we moved here for my father's job… none of us knew exactly what was going to happen. My father had been a scientist, special like you and me. He was really smart and when his co-workers found out he was asked to bring all of us into work one day. Then they we were taken into a back room. After that we never saw outside ever again. About a year ago we all had managed to escape the facility… and during the adrenaline of escape we all got lost. Well at least I did." Arthur sighed and combed his hand through his hair. "Maybe at this convention I might find my sister, who knows."

Matthew nodded and smiled at him, "You should have told us earlier about your missing family Arthur. Alfred and I could have helped…"

"I told Alfred one time, and he told me he didn't want to help me." At this Matthew nodded. "I mean he was in a bad mood that day and probably didn't even hear me correctly, but still."

"It's ok Arthur."

"Matthew?"

"Yes?"

"There is something extremely important I haven't been telling you two…"

Alfred sat on the roof of the building he called home. He stared out at the black night sky writing furiously in his notebook. He clutched it tightly and held his breath. Writing wasn't a common thing now a days really, because of how the world was taken over with electronics and so forth. His mother had been so passionate about teaching him and his brother to write with actual pens and pencils. Alfred took a deep shuttery breath at the thought of the kind woman.

Alfred thought on it for a long while and it occurred to him that maybe that is why Arthur hated him so much, because Arthur had had a great relationship with his mother and Alfred had killed his mother. Yes, Alfred had killed his mother. He had been little at the time, and he hadn't meant it; it just happened. That is why Matt was mad at him too! Arthur had probably asked him questions and Matt told him things, there for making his brother remember those feelings of hatred he'd had.

"Alfred? What's the matter honey?" said a kind soft voice. Alfred looked up at his mother with big terrified azure eyes. He sobbed as the thunder ran through the sky outside. The woman smiled sadly at her son and pushed the hair behind her ears. She picked Alfred up and sat on the couch with him.

"M-mommy, the-there's a scary monster in the sky!"

"No, no, honey. It's only a storm! I promise nothing is going to happ-" with another clash of thunder and lightning Alfred clung to his mother tightly. Tears filling his eye, his breath ragged and his big eyes full of terror. His mother placed her hand on his head and held him close, despite the cracking on each bone in her body. "It's gonna be ok Alfred, e-everything is going to be alright."

As his mother held him he slowly calmed down and fell asleep. The next morning his mother didn't come out and fix him and his brother breakfast. His father did and his brother was very distant from Alfred. He was so confused for a month, wondering where his mother was until finally his brother made it clear to him.

"YOU KILLED HER ALFRED!" Matthew yelled, things floating around him because of his instability. Alfred stared at his brother in confusion.

"Liar!"

"I'm not lying! You broke mommy! Now she is dead! It' all your fault! Now she can't make us pancakes or anything!" Matthew pushed Alfred down and slammed his door shut.

Alfred sat there quietly and looked at his brother's door. Shock evident in his eyes, how had this happened? He ran to the living room to his father, to find he wasn't there.

Tears flooded down Alfred's face, looking down at the ripped in half notebook. Tears fell onto the now scraps of paper. Everything he touched was ruined. Alfred stood up and threw the notebook off of the roof. He hated this. So much emotion was boiling up inside of him he couldn't take it anymore. How many times had he exploded in the past month? 4? 6? He didn't know anymore, and right when he was about to do it again something happened. Two slim arms wrapped around him, they were warm and made him choke down the sobs.

At first he thought this was his brother, or a small hope it'd have been Arthur. No, the bright red hair and freckles told him otherwise. Who was this? Alfred looked more closely at this person. He blinked at the big fuzzy eyebrows and stuttered on his words. This person was very familiar, from Arthur's memories. Why would someone from Arthur's past be comforting him? Alfred blinked as he saw the signature wings as well. Something Arthur's family had received from their mother.

Matryoshka always got one thing from their parents if they were Matryoshka as well. Arthur's mother had wings, so all his siblings had gotten them as well. Alfred and Matthew had received their mother's ability to use powers through strong emotions; which was so annoying. Who was this guy? Was this even a guy? Alfred was sure Arthur had only one sister, and she was much taller than this shorty.

"You're way to loud you know. To many emotions, that keeps people up at night. To annoying. Maybe you should calm down ok." The guy said, yes Alfred was sure this person was a guy. When the male removed himself from Alfred, the KID gave him a small smile cocking his hip to one side. He looked around 17 or something.

"Seamouse?" Alfred gave a guess at the guy's name. He couldn't quite say it right and he knew that. What was it? "Seaous? Maybe, no… Arthur's brother?"

At first the kid laughed at him, but that slowly started to die down as Alfred began trying to guess his name. His eyes were in utter shock when he mentioned Arthur too. "I-It's Seamus. Yo-you know Arthur?"

"Yeah I-I found him and he… he's been here for a while. Y-you're his younger brother."

"Yeah I-I am. Wh-where is he? I-I you know? He's here? Oh my god I have to get Alistair, and Jana, and Dylan! Please wait here! I-I'll be right back!" And with that the teen simply jumped off the roof side and flew off. Alfred blinked, then turned as he heard the roof door open. A grumpy looking Brit came out.

Alfred frowned a little at the sight of him, but suddenly the thought of seeing Arthur smile at seeing his family brought one to his face. The Brit stared at Alfred looking a bit surprised. He looked at Alfred quizzically and slowly waked over, bundling up in his winter coat. Looking displeased with the weather, but never said anything about it as he stood beside Alfred.

"What are you so happy about?"

"You're gonna be so happy. No joke."

"Clap your hands, not entirely childish,
And watch, to this purposefully-crazed tune
Certainly, I don't care either way
The warmth of the world is melting away"

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