Alfred and Matthew walked into school feeling confident. It was time to put their plan into action. They had picked out similar clothes. Different enough that it didn't call attention to them yet similar enough that when they switched no one could tell the difference.

First up for ther plan was English.

"Alfred Jones," Ms. Héderváry called.

"Here!" Matthew replied.

"Matthew Williams," Ms. Héderváry said while checking off Alfred's name.

"Here eh," Alfred called out timidly.

The class giggled at who they thought was Matthew.

Ms. Héderváry shook her head and continued calling roll.

After class Matthew and Alfred met up.

"That was awesome!" Alfred jumped up and down excitedly.

"Oui, she actually bought it," Matthew grinned.

"Told ya it would work Mattie-bro." Alfred put his arm around Matthew's shoulder.

"Please don't call me that," Matthew said.

"Whaaaatever, bro let's see what we can do this next class."

"As long as you don't make me do anything stupid I'm fine."


After school Matthew was walking alone. Alfred when he wasn't pretending to be his twin started a food fight during lunch and was being held back for detention. Matthew had decided to try an after school painting club so that he wouldn't have to walk home alone. But detention let out after painting so he still had to wait. Matthew stood in front of the school. He leaned against the brick building and started to doze off.

"Hey! Alfred." When Matthew opened his eyes humongous kid was standing in front of him.

"Yes?" Matthew pretended to be his twin.

The kid grabbed Matthew's shirt and pinned him against the wall. "I've got a bone to pick with you," The kid snarled.

"W-w-wait. I'm not actually Alfred. I'm," Matthew was cut off by the bully slamming his head against the brick wall.

"Hah. You're so pathetic that you're trying to pretend you're that pansy from Canadia," The kid grinned.

"It's Canada," Matthew whimpered.

"Shut up Alfred," The kid growled.

"I'm not actually Alfred," Matthew tried to explain again.

"Whatever you say wimp," said the bully.

Matthew yelped when he was shoved against the pavement.

"I'm going to have fun doing this."


When Matthew wasn't waiting for Alfred in front of the school that's when he knew something was going on. Alfred ran around to the side of the school. He saw Matthew being brutally beaten by a random kid.

"Stay away from my brother!" ALfred screeched and punched the kid in the ear.

He staggered back clutching his ear with a confused look on his face then ran for the hills.

Alfred immediately dropped next to Matthew. "Mattie are you okay? Can you hear me?" He asked.

When Matthew did nothing in response Alfred screamed at the top of his lungs until an adult appeared.

A teacher on loan from Malaysia that Alfred didn't know came to Alfred's aid. She called 911 and an ambulance came and picked Matthew up.

She also drove a crying Alfred home.

As soon as the teacher pulled into the driveway Arthur rushed out of the house.

"Alfred? Alfred what is the matter?" Arthur knelt in front of Alfred.

"Some kid was beating up Mattie when I wasn't there because I," Alfred blubered.

"Shh," Arthur calmed Alfred down. "It's okay stop crying."

Alfred nodded. "Because I was in detention and I couldn't defend him. I got there too late. An ambulance came and got him."

Arthur picked up Alfred, which wasn't an easy feat, and carried him to his car and they drove off to the hospital.

Alfred and Arthur were stuck in the waiting room. Alfred had fallen asleep long ago and was drooling on Arthur's lap.

Arthur, on the other hand couldn't rest a bit. He had to be constantly moving. Strumming his fingers, shifting in his seat, tapping his foot. He was worried. He was so worried that he prayed earlier that Matthew would be alright, and he never does that. One of his parents was catholic and the other was protestant which made religion was always confusing as a child so he didn't go to church that often and only prayed when he needed hope. Like now.

A nurse opened the door. "Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones?" She asked.

Arthur raised his hand and woke up Alfred.

"Whaa?" Alfred's glasses were askew from sleeping.

"Matthew," Arthur explained.

Alfred jumped up and practically flung himself at the nurse.

"How's my brother," Alfred rubbed his eyes, trying to keep up with the nurse's pace. "Is he going to be okay?"

"Yes he is." The nurse opened the door to Matthew's room.

Matthew was barely awake and was hooked up to several IVs. His violet eyes fluttered when the door opened. He looked horrible. He had many bruises and a leg cast. Dark bags hung under his eyes.

Arthur stopped in the doorway and watched Alfred hug his brother. "Thank god he's okay," he breathed.

"So how are you? Are you okay? Are you comfy? Do you need anything? I hope you're okay," Alfred babbled endlessly.

Matthew winced and put his hand to his head. "Alfred, p-please, my head really hurts."

Alfred stopped and whispered, "Okay Mattie I'll be quieter."

Arthur stepped closer, not wanting to break this brotherly moment.

"Matthew do you know why the kid attacked you?" Arthur asked.

Matthew nodded.

Arthur sat down beside Matthew. "Can you tell me why?"

"N-not right now. I'm tired." Matthew closed his eyes, not even bothering to take off his glasses.

Arthur nodded even though he could easily see through the lie. He's only known me for a little while. He thought. It's best not to push when he clearly doesn't want to tell.

"Alfred," Arthur called.

Alfred snapped to attention.

"Why don't you get Matthew a glass of water, he will probably be thirsty when he wakes up." Arthur said.

Alfred saluted and scampered off.

"Matthew, you can tell me why now," Arthur whispered.

Matthew opened one eye, then the other.

He looked nervous to tell Arthur but finally took a breath and calmed himself.

"The reason the boy attacked me," Matthew trailed off looking uneasy.

"Go on." Arthur nodded.

"The reason the boy attacked me was because he thought I was Alfred."

Crash.

Arthur whipped his head to the doorway.

Standing there was Alfred. Shattered glass around his feet and a pained expression on his face.

Alfred ran off. Sobbs echoing in the halls.

"Alfred!"


Hahahaha. It's Hetafan again. Sorry for taking a while and for the cliffhanger. I'm just busy and very unmotivated. But I did it. I hope you like it. Please review. Just a simple 'Please update' gives me motivation to write. In other news, next Friday I'm going to Hershey Park for a band competition. I plan on finding a stick and antagonising my otaku friends with endless "Look I'm Bulgaria!" *Hits other friend with stick* "Mein sticky friend." *Hugs stick*. It's going to be fun. This fic should be over within 10 chapters. 10 long chapters. So please read and review.