Heavy sigh.
"Man! What a long day that was…I'm exhausted!"
Arthur having recently tossed his bag on Alfred's dining room table, doing what looked like drunk diving, fell on the couch. Slamming his face into the pillows and leaving his legs to dangle over the side.
"Come on Arthur, I doubt the whole day was a bust. In fact I'm betting up until after school, today went pretty swell."
This damn guy, I wish he'd get the bloody hell out of my head, for once I'd like to complain without him cutting right past my pointless chit-chat into the heart of my annoyance.
"Yeah, yeah…whatever."
Arthur wished he could just fall asleep right then and there, with his face buried in the pine scented fragrance that was Alfred's house. To just fall into his subconscious and dream his life away, how wonderful it would be to live in his dream land for all of eternity. No worries, no cares, no past, present or future; just dreams.
"You okay?" Alfred asked with sincere concern.
This time Arthur rolled over onto his side and looked Alfred straight in the eyes. As if he wanted his eyes to answer that question for him, to let their eyes meet and all of a sudden Alfred would know everything Arthur thought.
I wish such a thing could happen, I don't have the strength to tell him everything…but I knew this time would come when he's ask me more about it…he already knows basically everything about me… I can trust him…he's the only one I really trust actually. . .
"No. No I'm not okay. First of all, I hate having so much damn time to myself, if I was happy I wouldn't mind it. If that were the case I'd spend my wasted hour's daydreaming about useless fantasies, but noooo, I spend my time wallowing in my past, dreading seeing HIS face all the time! Wondering when I'll be able to look at that asshole without wanting to cry! Or not wanting him to burst into flames! I'm miserable! And secondly I hate that even though I have so much time everyone gives me shit about it! What do they expect?! Huh? it's not like it's my fault they ended up taking on so much more than me, why is it my problem everyone else cares so much more about school than I do? IT'S NOT! Alright! So why am I getting everyone's stress chucked at me like stones? And thirdly I'm sick and tired of being alo-"
What am I saying? I know I wanted to vent but that's not the direction I wanted to head toward…alo- alone? It's true…I'm sick and tired of feeling so alone. . .
OOO
Chink and click.
The door knob turned and the front door to Alfred's house opened.
"Ah, brother you're home early…oh, hey Arthur."
Matthew had walked in the door carrying groceries. Out of the top of one bag it looked like he had bought some vegetables and its green leafage was hanging over the side. In the other, sitting on the top was a bag of chips.
Matthew of course was alone; he never brought anyone home with him. His brother on the other hand tended to have someone over every day, and 90% of the time that person was him.
Arthur felt a little guilty about that, he was over constantly. He was like a third member of the family and yet he didn't do anything that someone in the family would do. Cleaning, chores, shopping, driving, nothing, he kind of just showed up whenever, stayed for as long as he wanted and then left with a thanks. He felt he was a nuisance but did nothing to change his ways other than to buy them anything they wanted when they were out and about. Matthew and Alfred on the other hand didn't mind having him around, and they didn't mind him not doing much when he was over.
"Oh, here let me help you with that," Alfred had gotten up to help his brother bring in and put away whatever he had bought.
"Don't be silly Alfred I got it, why don't you get set up and put a movie in, I'll start dinner now, what do you guys want?"
Arthur noticed that the moment Matthew said he didn't need help Alfred stopped in his tracks and went to sit down again. He didn't even attempt to make a slight advance to help even though his brother said no, so instead Matthew put everything away.
I wonder if that annoys him? If I were Matthew I would've just said what I really meant, but again Matthew is just keeping it all inside, what a scene these two are, they're brothers and yet they don't even act like it. Alfred you idiot, you should have insisted, and even if he said 'no don't bother'; he wouldn't be able to do anything once you already started!
"I really don't mind, I'll be happy to eat anything you make Matthew," Arthur answered.
He had gotten over his little rant pretty quickly, but the tension still lingered and it was obvious the conversation wasn't over. In fact the minute Matthew walked in Alfred looked annoyed, he wanted to continue and talk with Arthur, but with Matthew there now it was out of the question. So instead it seemed he would be taking out his annoyance about it on his poor brother.
"I want burgers, and not the kind you made last time with that stuff you put on it, that was nasty, I almost couldn't even finish it!"
I swear, if it wasn't for the good 85% of kindness and foolishness that is Alfred I would think he was a real asshole!
"Ah…sorry brother, I wanted to try something new last time, I'm sorry I guess it failed, so just the usual, alright, I got it" Matthew tried not to sound hurt, but again, Arthur caught it.
"Alfred how about you try saying that more kindly! And why burgers again? Don't you have any taste? Try something new once in a while, sheesh," Arthur said, but unlike when speaking to Matthew, he was a lot harsher.
This didn't sit well at all with Alfred, and the mood in the room shifted quickly. Even Matthew flinched at the sudden realization of where this was going, and all he wanted to do was run and hide now that his brother was pissed.
"Why? Why do you ALWAYS have to take his side?! Why is it every time we say something to each other you automatically take his side and team up against me? What's wrong with liking burgers?! What's wrong with not liking new things? I like the regular way? So why act like I'm so…so, BORING!"
Again with this, he always misunderstands, it's not that I ALWAYS stick up for Matthew, it's just I can't stand to see you treat him so badly! And for what? You don't even realize the great brother you have you moron!
Shit, I can't even say that to him, I want to, and I should, but…
"You misunderstood what I was saying Alfred, so calm down, and I don't always stick up for Matthew and team up against you, it's just…I don't feel like burgers, and I'm sorry I said you didn't have any taste. Listen I don't want to fight with you, so let's just forget about it, alright?"
Alfred ignored Arthur for a while, so in the meantime he told Matthew to make whatever he felt like. In the end he decided to go ahead and make chicken sandwiches, with all the fixings one could want on one, served alongside the chips Arthur saw in the grocery bag earlier.
For a small time the awkward feeling in the room remained at a high, what broke the tension wasn't an awkward meaningless conversation piece brought on by anyone, but it was the ringing of Alfred's phone that killed the silence.
~Let's rock, everybody, let's rock, everybody in the whole cell block, was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock~
Click. Beep.
"Hello…this is Alfred…oh hey, how are you….ah me too, I'm great….just eating dinner…. Chicken sandwiches….no, I'm not, my brother and Arthur are here too….we were just gonna watch a movie and do whatever homework we had from today…..what? Of course not, I don't mind!"
Alfred broke from his phone conversation just long enough to ask the other two a quick question.
"Hey, you two don't mind if another person comes over do you?"
Matthew and Arthur responded at the same time and with the same reaction
"Eeehhh?"
Not even waiting to get a full answer from either of the two Alfred said
"Yeah they said no problem, when will you be over….okay, see you in a bit, bye."
OOO
"I can't believe you! You didn't even wait for an answer you jerk! How can you just invite someone over when we just had plans for the three of us?" Arthur was furious.
This guy…THIS GUY, how can he be that angry? I didn't even say anything that bad! How frustrating is he!
"I don't see what the big deal is, I mean, it's not as if we were talking anyway, we might as well bring some FUN into this place," Alfred was still ticked and he didn't really care how the other two felt right now.
"Um, I don't really mind Arthur. Al, who was that on the phone anyway? Who's coming over? Did they want to eat too?" Matthew just wanted to end the fighting; it was too much when everyone was angry.
"Oh, well it was Kiku, and no he isn't eating here, he's heading here from the school to just hangout for a while. He said he wanted to do his homework with us. It'll be easier with him anyway, you know how smart he is, and we'll be done twice as fast, right?"
Damn it, damn it, damn it. Kiku Honda? My day couldn't get any more annoying.
''Whatever,'' dryly responded Arthur.
"Oh how great, well the more the merrier I guess," said Matthew.
''This is gonna be fun!'' concluded Alfred before Kiku got to the house.
OOO
"SAY WHAT?!"
By now Francis had just finished filling Gilbert in on what their friend Antonio had done that day.
"Oh, Gil why are you so shocked? It was only a matter of time before our friend got sick of hiding his relationship with Lovino at school, it was only a matter of seconds as to when Lovino would give in and finally accept that Antonio's no coward! He wants to shout their love to the whole world! It's so romantic! Don't you think?"
It wasn't the fact that Antonio had done it that bothered Gilbert, it was simply a matter of why wasn't he told sooner. Why the hell did Francis know before he did? Didn't Antonio think that he could also tell him anything like he did Francis? Did Antonio think he wasn't accepting of his relationship as Francis was? Did Antonio even trust him? Why? This realization kind of hurt Gilbert, he thought he was as good of friend to Antonio as Francis was. They were known as a trio for a reason! Because the three of them were inseparable, they stood up for each other, fought for each other, helped each other out at times when it was needed…
And yet here they were, in a situation where the '3' was more like a '2' and Gilbert's rejected '1' was feeling really shitty.
So the hell much for sticking together! What is this? And why the hell is Francis telling me this now? I would rather have waited until tomorrow to hear it from Antonio himself then here and now from Francis, is this bastard rubbing it in?
Gil, Francis and Antonio had known each other for the longest time; in fact, they've been a trio for so long Gil could barely remember the day they all first met. It was a chance meet up over a box of juice in first grade, and the three of them have been good friends ever since. They had all at some point spent time as just two, because in those cases the third man was already doing something else, so the others hung out together. Gil was never jealous of Francis and Antonio's relationship before, but now, now he felt as though Francis was plotting something.
He's always plotting something. I now get what that poor bastard Arthur was going through, but fuck, is it because Francis is single and bored he's now turning his games on his own friends? Would you do that you bastard? Are you so deprived of some fun you're gonna pin me against Antonio over something like trust? I refuse to be a pawn in some game; if it's a game you want then go find someone else to play with!
"HA! This is amazing news, what are you saying? Of course I find it romantic, it's downright adorable! I wish that bastard the best, in fact I think I'll call him later and congratulate him!"
In reality as soon as Gil could ditch Francis he would head over to Antonio's house and confront him on this situation, he even planned to make a pact that they wouldn't let any THING or any ONE break their trust in each other. Gilbert was bound and determined now to make sure he didn't end up being caught in someone's game, whether it be Francis' or anyone else's, he wasn't the kind to be used or pushed around.
I'm way too awesome for that, I'd look like a damn fool if I did, and to hell with that!
-Fake yawn-
"Man am I beat, after all this exciting news I think I'm gonna head home now, you should do the same Francis, who knows what's gonna happen tomorrow."
"Hmm… Oh, I guess you're right.'' Francis sighed. ''How boring, and here I thought you'd want to go see Antonio with me, but alas, well seeing as you're so tired I bid you farewell~!"
And with that Francis and Gilbert split ways, Francis to his home and Gilbert, without stopping even once, rushed to Antonio's house.
"I won't let anyone make me look like a pawn, as the leader of Diebe, no one's gonna make a fool of me!"
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A/N's:
I do NOT own Hetalia nor did I create any of the characters that credit goes to Himaruya.
Seeing as this is a Hetalia story the characters introduced are as followed:
Kiku Honda – Japan
Alfred's ringtone is Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley
This is the story (summary more like it) of what Diebe is, first of all it's just a random word I thought of to put into German for a name, so don't think it has any big significant meaning, secondly, in this story there will be 3 opposing gangs, one of which is run by Gil (Prussia) the second and third will be announced later in the story, so Diebe is the name of Gil's gang. Its lame I know, but go with it~
Differentiation of speech, thought, flashback and action:
Speech is anything in "parentheses"
thought is in Italics
Action will be put in *asterisks*
Flashback will be in bold
Should multiple characters be doing something different I shall give explanation. But, hopefully nothing will be too complicated.
Thanks for reading!