Alfred tapped his pencil against the desk and sighed. It was the last class of the day, and he was bored out of his mind. He shifted his position to look at the clock for the 158th time since class began. Yes he counted the times, he was that bored. His impatience was even worse today because he, Matthew, and Arthur were going to an Oktoberfest Celebration that was held every year. It was a collection of carnival rides, booths overcharging you for playing a rigged game, and deep fried everything. But it was fun, and that's what mattered to Alfred.
The bell rang and Alfred shot out of the classroom. He already had his stuff packed and had picked up and carried his twin out of the classroom.
"ALLFRED!" Matthew yelped.
"Yeees," Alfred drawled out.
Alfred jumped over a backpack in the middle of the hallway.
"Can you put me down?" Matthew clutched his crutches closer into his chest.
"Nope, why would I do that?" Alfred kicked the school doors open.
Alfred sprinted across the dying garden that the school had, at some point tried to put together, only for everybody to disregard it and step all over it. He approached Arthur's car and held Matthew and his crutches in one hand as he opened to door to the car.
"Alfred!" Arthur scolded. "No carrying your brother without his permission, especially while running."
Alfred responded with a cheeky grin. He flung both backpacks into the backseats, then set Matthew down carefully.
"How are you that strong?" Matthew asked.
Alfred shrugged. "I'm just that awesome."
"That doesn't make any sense." Matthew fixed his glasses.
"I don't make any sense," Alfred said cheekily.
Matthew glared at him.
"Boys, be nice," Arthur scolded.
Matthew stared at out the dusty window. The houses slowly spaced themselves out and soon the houses were replaced with golden fields stretching endlessly for miles. Out of nowhere a large blinking sign for Oktoberfest appeared on the side of the road with an arrow pointing to where it was. Arthur put the blinker on and turned down the gravel road. Matthew saw a small carousel, a zipper, and a giant circle shaped ride with green lights around it. It almost reminded Matthew of a
"Alfred is that a UFO?" Matthew asked.
Alfred grinned. "That's not just a UFO, that's the UFO."
"It looks like a regular UFO to me." Matthew deadpanned.
Alfred clutched his chest dramatically. "It's only the fastest ride here, one out of three people who ride it either throw up or black out. Also it has real aliens on it."
Matthew could almost here Arthur rolling his eyes from the backseat. "There are not real aliens on the ride. And I'm sure that statistic is made up to scare people. Matthew will be fine on the ride."
"Okay sure." Alfred hopped out of the car, then ran around the side to help Matthew out.
Matthew swung around his cast to the doorway, and after 30 seconds of struggling to get out Alfred picked him up and set him on the ground.
"Come on Mattie bro, lets get in line," Alfred said excitedly.
Matthew and Alfred slowly made their way over to the long line of the UFO.
Alfred tapped his foot impatiently, then decided to leave the line to get some funnel cake for the two of them to share.
Matthew moved up a spot when the group in front of him decided it was too long a wait. Matthew recognized the albino boy in front of him.
"Hey Mattie I'm back with funnel cake!" Alfred yelled. "You'll never believe this. The funnel cake stand was named Inferno Funnel Cake because it was right next to the Volcano, which is a very spinney ride, and anyways when I got to the front of the line I asked, 'Hey if I quote Dante's Inferno do I get a discount?' and nobody got it it's like they haven't read Dante's Inferno. Which is ridiculous. I got a really cool second hand version from Violet's store. It was owned by an artist who drew pictures of the different layers of-"
Matthew cut off Alfred's rambling. "I haven't read Dante's Inferno, and I doubt most people have read a book about the tortures of hell."
"You totally need to read it," Alfred's limited attention span already found something else to talk about. "Hey Ludwig how are you?"
A boy standing next to Gilbert turned around. "I'm good, Alfred how about you?"
Alfred beamed. "I'm great! I should introduce you to my bro-"
"Kesesese Matthew. This is mein totally awesome, but not as awesome as me, bruder Ludwig. He's in your grade." Gilbert grinned. "This must be your twin you're always talking about, nice to meet you Alfred."
Gilbert shook Alfred's hand.
"Alfred F. Jones at your service!" Alfred shouted. "Do you want some funnel cake? Cause I got a bunch."
He held a plate out to Gilbert and he broke off a moderate sized piece.
While Gilbert and Ludwig were chatting about something Alfred turned to Matthew. "Dude you know Gilbert?"
Matthew nodded.
"He's like the most famous 8th grader there is! He's the definition of awesome." Alfred's eye's sparkled. "I want to be like him next year. Do you want some funnel cake?"
Matthew shook his head. "I don't think it's the best idea to eat right before-"
He was cut off by Alfred shoving the entire funnel cake in his mouth at once.
"Really, Alfred really?" Matthew shook his head at the floor.
"Wow you really are a capitalist pig." Alfred turned around to see Ivan still in his winter coat despite it being 80 degrees out.
"Whatever commie," Alfred huffed.
Ivan laughed. "I think I shall join you da?"
A few offended "heys" were quickly silenced by Ivan glaring at the people he cut.
Eventually the group got to the front of the line.
"Hey Tony!" Alfred waved at the person running the ride.
"This is my friend Tony, he's an alien," Alfred said.
"Please tell me you're joking and that you do realize that he's just wearing an alien headband?' Matthew had a pained expression on his face.
Alfred looked at Matthew with such a serious face that it made Matthew worry. "No he's an alien, obviously."
The group of sort-of friends boarded the ride.
Ludwig leaned in to whisper to Matthew. "Is your brother okay, in the head?"
Matthew whispered back. "I'm not sure."
Matthew found a piece of wall to lean back on. The ride began to spin, faster and faster. Matthew was pushed back against the wall, suddenly the piece of the wall he was leaning on slid up to the ceiling. He felt like he was flying, he understood why Alfred liked this ride so much.
The ride sadly came to end and they stumbled off.
"Kesesese that was awesome!" Gilbert fist pumped the air.
"Yes it was fun, right Alfred." Ivan fixed his scarf.
Alfred nodded, but he looked a little green.
Alfred took off running to the nearest trash can.
Gilbert picked up Matthew and took off running behind Alfred. They got there just in time for Matthew to take Alfred's glasses off before he threw up.
Arthur found Alfred a few minutes later, still retching in the trash can.
Matthew sighed. "I told him it wasn't a good idea to eat all that funnel cake."
"I think we should be going now."
Alfred slumped onto the grass, clutching his stomach.
"Bye Alfred, I hope you feel better," Ludwig said politely.
"Bye dude, hope you feel better." Gilbert and Ludwig left.
"Bye подсолнух, get better soon." Ivan patted Alfred on the back then left.
The ride home was very long and quiet. Alfred, who normally would've been talking up a storm, was silent. All he did was hold a trash bag and stare vacantly out the window.
When they arrived home Alfred immediately curled up in bed and fell asleep. Matthew watched his twin sleep for a few minutes. He seemed uncomfortable, sweat was beading on his head, he was curled into a tight ball, and a frown was set in place of his usual smile. Matthew went to the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth and a glass of water. He wet the washcloth and put it on the back of Alfred's neck. His Papa Francis taught him that a cold, wet, rag on the back of your neck helped with nausea. He left the glass of water on Alfred's nightstand.
Matthew went to his bedroom and took out his phone, he never did get to call his Papa yet. He hit the call button next to Francis Bonnefoy.
"Bonjour Papa!" he said excitedly.
"Mattieu! Comment ça va? How's Arthur and Alfred? Did you have to eat any of that overgrown eyebrow's cooking?" he voice of Francis came from the phone.
"Tres bien. Arthur and Alfred are great, and I only had to eat a little bit of Arthur's cooking." Matthew laughed. "Overgrown eyebrow? Really?"
Matthew heard Francis laugh on the other end. "Well you've been living with him, you know how large his eyebrows are."
Matthew shook his head. "Bon, qoui de nuef?"
"I have a new job, I like it. It's for a fashion company run by a man named Feliks, from Poland," Francis said. "I like it, it's a lot of fun."
"Bein!" Matthew said.
They continued there conversation until Arthur told Matthew it was time to sleep.
Hey readers I'm back! *multitasks by waving at readers and dodging expensive vases being thrown at the same time* I'm sorry for the long wait. My grandparents flew up from Florida because of the recent hurricanes and then they stayed for a while, and school started so I have homework and 5 projects to be working on right now. I'm taking French 1 this year! It's fun, I have a window seat overlooking the courtyard. Also I'm testing for my Black Belt on November 11! I need to finish my essay and speech for that too. ...I have a lot of work that I've been procrastinating on. I hope you enjoy this chapter. 5 chapters till the end! Woohoo! I also binge watched the two seasons of Attack on Titan over the summer and I am now obsessed. I plan on doing some sort of Attack on Titan/ Harry Potter or Percy Jackson crossover, where either Voldemort or Gaea send whichever gang to the walls in my happy little post season 2 world where Marco is alive because of titan shifter serum being used on him after Jean finding him by the Beast Titan, who wants to use him as a weapon. *Spoilers*And Reiner and Bertholdt come back to the Survey Corps because they had been forced to become mass murders and knock down a few walls. Because I live in my happy little world of denial and aggressively ship Jeanmarco. So tell me which one you would prefer in reviews or pm. Also pm me if you have any better ideas for the future crossover. Sorry for the long Author's Note. This is officailly the longest chapter at 1920 words. Yay!
