Well, this was originally supposed to be UKUS and Spamano fanfic but I think I'm going to just split them up. This fic will be based on Alfred and Arthur's story and I'll write another story for Antonio and Romano's side. Hope you guys like this!

"No! Don't leave me again, Arfur!" a little blonde boy cried while chasing after a blonde man trying almost desperately to get away from the child.

"I'm sorry, Alfred. But I need to go." the man named Arthur said.

The child stopped and started crying. "P-please don't go. You always come back hurt. I d-don't want you to g-get hurt." Alfred said rushing forward and wrapping his small arms around the man's legs.

The man was forced to stop then and look down at the child sadly. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, okay?" the man said before bending down and cradling the boy's face in his hands.

"Please don't l-leave me." Alfred hiccuped, refusing to let go of the man's legs.

Arthur was forced to pry the boy's hands away from him and push the child gently in the other direction. "Alfred, go home." the older man said continuing to nudge the boy in the direction of their shared house.

"I d-don't wanna!" Alfred whined trying to get ahold of Arthur again.

The older man let him though but said,"Damnit, Alfred. Go home! Or so help me god!" Alfred immediately backed off and looked at his caretaker uneasily. Arthur was most definitely not above spanking him. From the look on the older man's face that was what he had in mind.

"But-" Alfred began but was cut off. Arthur twirled the boy around and brought his hand down repeatedly on Alfred's rear-end.

The child wailed in surprise and pain as Arthur continued his assault on the boy's buttocks. "P-please stop!" Alfred cried.

Arthur stopped than and set the boy upright. "Are you going to do as I say?" the man asked angrily. The child cried silently now with tears streaking his red face. He nodded slowly and rubbed at his tear-streaked face.

"Y-yes." Alfred whimpered before walking slowly away from the stern-faced caretaker. The child stopped only once to see if the man was still there. When he saw that he was glaring at him he broke out into a sprint. The boy never stopped until he was bursting through the wooden door of his now empty home.

Alfred, much older now, awoke from his dream and looked around his room searching for the very person he always seemed to be looking for.

Arthur. How long had it been now since he left? Twelve years? Thirteen maybe? Alfred wasn't quite sure anymore. All the years that have passed by simply blurred together now and he could no longer tell how long ago one event was.

Alfred, in his silent frustration, got up from his bed and dressed himself in a simple white shirt and brown pants. They weren't very clean, but when your poor you don't exactly complain.

After getting dressed, Alfred walked into the kitchen adjoining his room, careful not to wake his brother that was sleeping in a bed close to his.

The teen grabbed an apple that was laying in a bowl on his kitchen table before heading out of the door.

He walked down a small makeshift pathway leading into town. He didn't have much money to spend but his brother was in need of medicine.

His brother, Matthew, had always gotten sick so easily. Always had been since they were small children. Because of his twin's weak immune system, Alfred always had to take care of Matthew like he was his mother almost.

The medicine was never really cheap, but Alfred thought that buying the stuff were definitely more than worth it.

Walking into town was never something he really liked doing though. The townspeople liked him well enough but they always seemed to look at him with a look of pity. He just didn't like that sort of attention though.

He ignored his inner ramblings though as he navigated the streets quite easily and walked over to the docks where numerous merchant ships were docked with booths displaying various knick-knacks and goods.

Alfred found the merchant ship that usually had Matthew's medicine quite easily. He walked onto the gang-plank connecting the side of the ship to the dock and walked inside.

A middle-aged man quickly came out of nowhere and clapped Alfred on his back. "Alfred, my boy! I've been expecting you!" the man said a little too happily. Alfred cringed at seeing the man and readied himself for the haggling that was to come.

"I need medicine." Alfred stated simply.

The man grabbed a small pouch out of his pocket and held it up in the air for Alfred to see. "That'll be ten guineas." the man said giddily.

Alfred sputtered at the seemingly outrageous price. "It was seven guineas last time! What the hell?" Alfred said angrily. He hated this man so much. He always had to raise the price because he knew Alfred wouldn't leave without getting the medicine.

"Yes. I know. But getting this stuff isn't easy ya' know." the man said haughtily.

Alfred was about to argue with the man when he stopped and kept his mouth shut. He knew of a way of getting the man to lower it. "Well, I did see another merchant ship not to far off that was selling the same stuff for six guineas. I think I'll just go to him." Alfred said before taking a few steps away from the man.

The reaction Alfred came almost immediately. "Wait! I'll sell this medicine to you for five guineas!"

The man seemed to realize how small that price was and looked like he was about to take his words back but was cut off by Alfred saying,"Deal!" The man stared at the teen incredulously but kept his mouth shut.

He held his hand out without his eyes leaving Alfred's face and impatiently waited for his money to be dropped into his palm.

Alfred did so without complaint and grabbed the pouch before exiting the ship.

The teen looked at the little money he had left and thought it might be just enough to buy some bread. The food was a bit of a treat for him and his brother. Maybe he'd get some and surprise Matthew.

With thoughts of bread on his mind, Alfred slowly made his way through the crowd. He didn't pay much attention though and soon found himself apologizing to some man he had bumped into.

"It is no problem, mon ami. Could I ask you a question though?" the man asked with an eloquent, French accent.

Alfred couldn't help but think the accent sounded a bit familiar and even the face looked similar to someone he once knew. He ignored this itching feeling that he knew the man and answered his question,"Sure."

The frenchman smiled before saying,"I am looking for two boys by the name of Alfred and Matthew Jones. Could you possibly tell me where they live?"

Alfred's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the man uncomfortably. Should he tell the man the truth?

Probably not. This man was a stranger after all. Hell, he could possibly be a murderer for all Alfred knew. "Uh, sorry. I don't really know. I just moved here a few weeks ago so I don't really know many people around here yet."

The man looked at the teen like he didn't quite believe him but shrugged and took the answer anyways. "Thank you. You have been very helpful nonetheless." the man said before walking away.

Alfred silently cringed as he watched the man walked away. Why was that man looking for him and his brother?

The teen didn't really know the answer to that but tried to push the whole encounter out of his head altogether. He just wanted to get his bread and go home back to his brother.

It didn't long for Alfred to find a stand that was known for having good bread. As he walked up to the stand he saw a figure that he knew all to well. You couldn't really miss him. Who else walked around wearing an off-white cloak from the church.

Alfred walked up right next to the boy and happily said,"Hey, Lovino. How's it going?"

The churchboy turned his head to the side and looked at Alfred slightly annoyed. "Fine, idiota. Getting bread for the church." the boy said with an Italian accent.

Alfred smiled at the name Lovino usually called him and said,"Awesome. I'm getting bread myself."

Lovino looked surprised at that. "Can you afford it?" the Italian asked.

Alfred sighed and nodded his head. "Yes. I bargained with one of the merchants and got it cheaper than usual. We have money leftover." Alfred explained while looking over the bread that was displayed on the stand.

"That's good I suppose. By the way, have you heard about the bad news?" Lovino said also studying the bread.

"No. What is it?" Alfred asked suspiciously. Was there any chance that the bad news involved that frenchman from before? Alfred had a feeling that they did correspond with each other somehow.

"Pirates were spotted near here. Apparently they have ransacked nearby towns and will be hitting up ours soon. They seem to be searching for something. No one is really sure what though." Lovino said almost casually.

Alfred stopped looking at the bread and stared at Lovino surprised. "What? Shouldn't we be worried?" Alfred asked almost frantically.

"They won't attack until tonight most likely. By then we'll have people in safe hiding places. You are welcome to hide in the church with us if you want." Lovino said grabbing a piece of bread and paying for it.

Alfred also picked out some bread and paid for his as well. "I think I'll take you up on that offer. I'm going to go home quick and get Matty ready. We'll be over in a bit." Alfred said.

After Lovino nodded, Alfred plunged back into the busy street and made his way back to his and his brother's small little home on the outskirts of town.

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