(Hey man stop right there! Do you know whats so special about this chapter? You don't? Well! Its AU of course~ Gakuen Hetalia to be precise. Does anyone like this idea? If you don't, tell me in the comment after reading ja? ALSO! This chapter is all about Mattie and Al...Alfred does have a strong relationship with his brother. I mean really, don't YOU love your baby brother even if they're a pain in the ass? Danke~ now, on with the story!)

There comes a time in every pair of Twin's life when things get too great for them to handle. Our first set of Twins, Alfred and Matthew, are by far no exception to this rule. They always were a bit off, even growing up. Alfred was loud and courageous, Matthew was meek and mild. But the brothers did share a lovely bond, to say the least. Even if Alfred would sometimes forget him, or fight with him-they where brothers, and that's just what brothers do. Though Matthew was forgotten with the whole school really. This one Cuban kid really did pick on little Mattie a lot, but mysteriously 'transferred to another school' abruptly right after the twins got into high school.

Dispite the vicious rumors going around, Alfred was highly protective of his brother. He never really showed it in public, actually, but at home or when it was just the two he was very kind and loving to Matthew. The younger did understand-he was a football jock and he himself was just a Lacrosse and hockey player-and was quite contented with their secret bond outside of school.

If there was one thing Alfred could say he hated about his baby brother, was that he was dating the stupid French-Frog known as Francis Bonnefoy. For about two years at this point, they where always so perverted with each-other (mainly Francis) and Alfred always had to take the fall of the kinky phone texts that always came up on the bills. His parents would kill Matthew, but root Alfred on. But still, he absolutely hated the fucker. His reputation in the school could be summed up in one word-Whore. But naturally, being in a tight knit group called "The Bad Touch Trio", what more was to be expected? But Antonio wasn't to blame, he was too ditzy to know anything that was going on anyway.

Speak of the Devil, the trio where in the library, the Spanish male streatched across a German and Frenchman, getting completely fondled as he eagerly watched Spanish Soap Operas on his mp4 player-this was the other two's secret weapon. Antonio was oblivious to the world if he watched Chiquititas (his favourite Telenovela) and didn't pay much mind if someone was to, oh lets say, grope his junk like Francis was? Gilbert never really played in front, but he did have a total fondness to Antonio's ass. It was always so perfect and round and just flat out nice. But he also wasn't daring enough like Francis was. Unlike the Frog's passive boyfriend, Gilbert's Roderich was a complete prissy bitch who he secretly wanted to please the hell out of even if he acted like he didn't care. In short, the Austrian got him whipped.

The American casually strode over, eyeing Francis dangerously, "Hey," he began, "Are you fishing for sausage?" he asked rudely, only to get a laugh from Francis,

"Oh mon ami," He began, "We are simply friends," he began, "Friends for a very long time, Matthieu wouldn't mind if I just had some innocent fun, oui?" Innocent his ass. There was nothing innocent by giving an oblivious Spaniard a hand-job in public. Chances were Matthew didn't know of, as Francis would say, these little 'rendez vous' with Antonio and Gilbert that happened way too often for anyone's likings really. But the American really did put on a fake smile and laughed,

"Does he know?" he asked with a laugh, playing it off as nothing when really, Francis was digging his own grave right now. But the Frenchman didn't even realise it. No, playing with 'Spanish Churros' was far more interesting then listening to the American speak about his beloved Matthieu.

"Well..." Francis started, shrugging lightly, "What he doesn't know wont hurt him, Oui?" he offered carelessly, flicking his wrist lightly (The one out of the pants, of course). Alfred laughed slightly, shrugging a bit,

"Hey, Francis. I got something to tell you, mind if we step away for a minute?" The frenchman looked reluctant, like he could smell fear a mile away, but nodded in agreement. He told Gilbert to take good care of the Espangol Angelique as he got up, brushing his hair away from his face and walking out with Alfred to the courtyard,

"Is there a problem, mon ami?" he asked curiously, raising his prim eyebrow. This made the american twitch. God, did he hate this man. He hated him so much it just...he couldn't help but to just...! He growled, punching Francis right in the face. This caused Bonnefoy to stumble back, his nose bleeding from the collision of the fist. "Mon dieu!" he cried, growling, "What was that for you batard!" he cried, frowning. But Alfred just smiled,

"Its okay, we're friends." he started, slinging off his backpack and hitting the other square in the face. He gasped, falling back to lean into the brick wall. He was very certain it was over until he felt the weight of the other over take him. He gasped as his neck was grabbed fiercely, nails digging into the milky flesh and starting to draw blood from it. "You stupid French-Fog-Faggot!" he snapped at the other, "I hate you! Especially since you take advantage of my baby brother!" he screamed irritably, then he started to shake the other's head hard. It started to get cracked up against the wall with such force it could be heard from almost anywhere in the school. That goes to say that at this point, blood was spilling everywhere. Alfred grinned wildly at the broken man that was getting more broken by the second. HE deserved it! He deserved everything because of that stupid-

"...A-Alfred!" a soft voice shreiked. The teen looked over to meet wide, scared matching Blue eyes like his own. Shit. Matthew ran over, tears spilling out, "Alfred! What did you do?" he screamed in horror, crying harder over his unconsious brother.

"H-Hey! Its not my fault! That bastard-" The American was silenced from a hard punch to the face. At first, he thought Bonnefoy got up and was fighting back, but when he actually looked...it was Matthew. Being shocked he didn't even realise that Matthew struck him again, and this time pushed him down to the ground. He started screaming at him, what he didn't know. He was slowly losing conciousness as his face was losing blood. HE coughed and choked as his neck was squeased tightly as well. Dammit...his brother was killing him! Someone had to do something..! Though Matthew stopped slowly, stairing at the other. He really did feel bad...but really angery as well. He stood up, kicking his brother in the rubs,. "...I hate you." he hissed, picking up his boyfriend and helping him to the nurse. Needless to say, Matthew never spoke to Alfred again.

Fin.

(...yay Twin Snapped! One on Francis and the other on his brother! WHOOO!)