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Connected	By : chaseaime Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1775 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Alfred? Charmed, I'm sure. I'm Arthur and I beg pardon if I'm not very helpful. I've already gotten all of my things up here. Friends and all."

The green eyes were mesmerizing. Like he was trying to read me. That's what Alfred had said, wasn't it? The boy was all dressed up too. Like someone with money. Black slacks, white short-sleeved button up. Made Al's denim jeans and Alien Invaders tee look silly. What next? The man helped him get the rest of the bags, right?

The two blondes stood in the room huffing for a few minutes, Alfred laughing weekly. Arthur looked unaccustomed to work and Al felt guilty for a moment. Yet when their eyes met and Arthur was smiling he felt calm again.

"So, Alfred. You a local?"

"Nope. Born in Niagara Falls right by the border. Mom decided to have me in the car on American soil and, as we crossed over to the nearest hospital in Canada land, out came my twin. You're not a native either, right? Got the tea tongue and all that."

Alfred laughed, not knowing how rude he could be. But the man handled it well. He was nodding while trying to stifle a laugh. It was, he felt, amusing how this American spoke so freely. So trustingly. Like an innocent.

"I'm from England, yes. Not so blessed as you to have siblings though. How many siblings do you have, Alfred? Just the one?"

"Yep. My twin, like I said. I find he's more than enough as a sibling." Alfred's nose wrinkled when he laughed and deep dimples appeared in his cheeks with the broad smile. He was so like a child.

"Ah. Your family close by?" He asked innocently enough as he sat, Alfred beginning to straighten his things thought nothing of questions. To him it was normal to be friendly.

"Huh? Well, no. My twin moved up to Canada with Dad when our parents split. Mom is abroad right now, so I'm kinda stranded here."

Why would you say these things to a stranger, Alfred? Don't you know any better? Did Mom not teach you anything after the split? Ah. No. You had to raise yourself, didn't you? Papa took good care of me, but Mom… She was the reason for the divorce. How lonely had you been?

"Mr. Williams?" Matthew jumped at the sound of someone speaking and jerked his head up. Ah. The detective was still there.

"Yes sir?"

"Are you quite all right? You sort of dazed out here. Why don't you go home and rest for a while? We can talk tomorrow."

Matthew stood and held the file close, his gaze turning to the window, and he felt a moment of rage. Alfred wasn't in there. Dangerous eyes flashed to Braginski and the man's hand twitched, ready to go for his mace if needed. Those eyes were the same as the suspect's.

"Where's my brother?" The statement was sharp, angry, and almost a warning.

"He as taken to his cell. You were so engrossed in the file I couldn't get your attention."

His eyes eased and he exhaled somewhat loudly. Then the eyes softened entirely as he smiled sweetly.

"Of course. Thank you, Mr. Braginski. Care to lead me out? I wasn't paying much attention on the way in."

"Certainly." Braginski opened the door and watched the boy walk out before following behind him.

They walked along the uncomfortable hall and Matthew looked at the doors. He noted how many there were and how many officers were here. So many. Hopefully no accidents would occur with his brother. That couldn't be guaranteed though.

Braginski escorted him all the way to the his Honda parked by the building. As Matthew climbed into the car he found himself annoyed how the man hovered.

"Yes?"

"If you think of anything tonight this is my number. Call me. No matter the time. Be careful, all right?"

"Sure." Matthew took the card extended to him and forced a smile when the door was closed. He drove off with the officer watching.

You liked the first month of school, didn't you brother? We both were so excited, weren't we? Like the world was fresh again. Arthur was your greatest friend too, wasn't he? You two went everywhere together. What did you say about his friends though?

"Art, can I skip out on this one? I won't know anyone and you have friends who will want your attention too."

"Don't worry Alfred. If I walk away I'll make certain my best friend is there with you. He'll watch you for me."

Alfred smiled now, more comfortable as he walked with Arthur to the two story home. It was already getting cold here and he sported a green hoodie over his old denim jeans. Arthur looked classy as always and wore a light coat, brown and soft, with brown dress pants and a blue polo. Why was he always so well dressed? Even to this?

Arthur was knocking at the door and a tall thin man answered the door. Al sucked in his breath, stunned by how pretty he was, and averted his gaze. Blue eyes, some hair growth along the squared jaw, and blonde hair falling in waves to the shoulders. Those pants held him tightly, skinny jeans, and beneath those were boots. The shirt was a button up and, naturally, the man had it undone halfway down. A locket hung from his neck, la mere printed across it, and Alfred thanked his brother's constant nagging. Mother. How classy. A grown man wearing a locket with mother emblazoned on its polished surface.

"Francis! A pleasure to see you!" He leaned in for an embrace and moved to kiss the cheek, hissing out a single question. "How's the Salty Water mix?"

"Well as always, friend!" The man smiled as they separated and answered as though it had been a more personal question. "Please, come inside! Who's your friend?"

"This one? This is Alfred, my roommate I've been telling you about?"

"Telling him about?" Alfred questioned shyly as they entered the home. Music and people, the place seemed festive enough for him to hide somewhere. Subconsciously he held the tail of Arthur's coat. Francis smiled at the sight.

"Yes! He spoke of your amazing photography. I myself collect stills like that. Please bring some by and I might buy a few."

"Oh! Thank you! I'd love to show you whenever!"

"Of course… Are you two thirsty? You walked here, didn't you?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just something fruity for us. Alfred and I aren't much for beer. Isn't that right Al?"

"Uh huh." Alfred kept looking at the images on the walls. Shit. Man had good taste.

They sat on a couch, laughing and talking as Francis leaned to mix drinks. A long thumbnail caught the seam of the locket and cracked it open, white powder falling into the drink. He added the second drink mix and stirred, carrying all three of their drinks. Given to the appropriate owner they settled.

Francis was remarkable to talk to. You were enamored by how smart he was and how he and Arthur would subtly bicker. The drink was so sweet too. Like candy. Something was wrong that time though. What went wrong, Alfred?

Alfred had to removed the hoodie, his body flushed and warm, and his black shirt clung to his skin.

"Alfred, love, are you all right? The drink getting to your head already?"

"Oh? Is he that much of a light weight? I even cut back on the liquor!"

"I'm s-sorry. I just feel hot." And sleepy. And heavy.

"I have a spare room. Alfred, you need to lay down, don't you?"

"Yes, please. I need to… to lay down." He was slurring. What was wrong with him?

Arthur and Francis carried you downstairs into a room. It was cooler down there and the bed felt so good. What was wrong? Their hands felt good when they touched your face. You were embarrassed.

"Alfred, dear, what's all this mewling?" Arthur asked softly as he touched the bare arms. Alfred jerked and trembled, body too warm for his own taste. He was erect already. Needy.

"Arty… Please! Pleaaaaaaseee!"

"Your new pet is calling, Arthur. Are you going to neglect him?"

Arthur beamed and Alfred threw back his head when a hand cupped his groin.

"Fuck!" Matthew slammed his breaks and swerved, managing to avoid slamming into the rear of another car. Several angry honks went on behind him as he sat at the traffic light, body trembling. He was crying, his chest heavy, and anger coursed its way through his limbs. He didn't want to go farther than this.

OOC: Hello again for the second installment of Connected. There are a couple of things to define. La mere is French for mother. As for Salty Water? That's a slang term for a common date rape drug known as GHB (gamma-hydroxybutyrate). It's actually used to treat anxiety and physical stress. When used "correctly" for llegal purposes it works like a sedative. Slows the body, but causes solid erections which can last for some time. Inhibitions are lowered drastically and this drug can cause severe side effects. If overdose occurs it creates heart-attack like symptoms and shuts down the body. Ultimately leading to death. That's about all for now. See you next time!
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