Lovesick Radio (III)

Alfred sighed wearily for the hundredth time that day. He had just finished organizing his DVD collection, most of which were horror and suspense types. Back in high school, Alfred would always buy scary movies and invite Arthur to enjoy it with him. The two would watch it together with a huge bowl of popcorn in between them with the lights out and the surround sound speakers blast up in full volume.

Being the lame casanova that he was back then, Alfred would 'pretend' to be scared shitless just to cling onto Arthur's stiff figure. The Brit never failed to tease him about it, but not once did he ever pull away. Afterwards, they would fall asleep in the couch and wake up the next day a little sore but happy.

The American shook his head to clear his mind. He groaned and plopped down on the chair next to the computer. Clicking on a little card icon, he started yet another game of solitaire. He had been playing the addicting game ever since the breakup, finding nothing else better to do. Playing the game at least 928 times, you'd think he was a total boss at it. Unfortunately, he'd only ever won once -all thanks to Arthur.

Alfred smacked the computer screen for losing the game yet again. "So frickin' close to winning. How does he win this thing so effortlessly?"

"Mind keeping it down today, Al?" his twin brother called from the living room. Matthew actually lived in the dorm right next to his but the Canadian would frequently pop in now a days to keep Alfred's sanity in check and maybe munch off some free food, or whatever he could get from the American's fridge.

Today however, Matthew dropped in for some peace and quiet; something he could not get due to some unfortunate circumstances from his rowdy roommates. The Canadian had a big recital coming up and he had the honor of playing a special solo in the school's elite orchestra.

Matthew balanced his violin between his chin and shoulder and performed the piece. Much to his dismay, the amity did not last long. The young man winced and came to an abrupt stop as a loud crashing sound followed by several curses emanated from his brother's room.

"You okay?" he hesitantly asked as he entered the room still carrying his instrument.

"Just peachy, bro…"

"Look Al, you seriously need to get over Arthur. It's been months since you guys last saw each other and I really need to tell you that Arthur's a lot happier now," Matthew paused with a small grin. "Believe it or not, he's actually smiling all the time whenever I see him in the classroom."

"You don't get it man. He's obviously just doing that to rub it in when he says he's over me. I bet he's laughing his ass off at me right this second."

"Arthur doesn't hate you. I think that Arthur is way past that; he is a gentleman after all. And I actually talked to him a couple days back."

Alfred's ocean blue eyes looked up expectantly at his twin brother. "Yeah?"

"Well, he said that he was over the whole thing and that you two could be just friends."

"Damn it! I don't wanna be 'just friends' with him, Mattie. And it's even worse than I thought!"

A long period of silence occupied the whole room as Alfred pondered silently to himself. It was the perfect atmosphere for Matthew to play his violin solo and so he did. Matthew vigorously plucked and pulled the bow up and down creating a dramatic, depressing tune.

It certainly did its job as the American gradually felt even more pathetic. After wallowing in self-pity a bit longer, the music started to get into his nerves. He begged the violinist to stop, but Matthew was too entranced with his own skills that he refused Alfred's request and kept playing. Louder and louder played the violin.

This was the last straw…

Alfred snatched the cursed instrument from his brother and smashed it wildly on his steel coffee table. Matthew watched horrified at the gruesome homicide of his precious, shiny four-stringed companion. He nearly fainted as he saw the deathly remains of the violin. It was all but pieces of wood and rubble now.

The young man looked back and forth at his brother and the smithereens, mouth agape. What the hell was he going to use for the big performance now? Roderich was so going to kill him.

"Hehe…whoops. Sorry Mattie," Alfred muttered sheepishly. "I'll pay you back," he added after a second thought.

"Damn right you will, stupid Yankee."

Author's Notes:

Yosh! I'd say I'm doing pretty good so far! I haven't broken yet! I hope I can keep this up and actually finish the whole story. My goal right now is to make it pass Chapter 5. I don't know about this thing with the number 28 and 5 with me. It seems like I always stop or lose interest whenever I hit the two numbers whether it be the number of laps to run or the amount of time to keep focus on my studies. Whatever, I'll just keep moving forward I guess.