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Warnings: some swearing and a dead cat.

Antonio threw the ball again, fast speed and straight to the other boy. Alfred watched with an uncanny eye, waiting for the right time before releasing his energy into the swing. The ball went flying, soaring through the sky and landing out in the grassy park somewhere.

The Spaniard chuckled and shook his head. "You've gotten too good at this, Al," He grinned at his friend. The boy still had a small accent despite living in America for most of his life.

The sandy blonde haired boy smiled at the compliment before getting back into batter's stance, waiting for Antonio to throw the ball. They practiced every Saturday; Antonio would help Alfred with batting and catching, and in return the American would help him with his soccer skills.

Antonio shook his head when Alfred got ready to hit another baseball. He dropped the ball at the pitcher's mat, walking over to the dugout to retrieve his bag and soccer ball.

"I've got to go, amigo. Mi papa is preparing something nice for dinner today; it would be a shame to be late," the brown-haired boy flashed a smile at the other.

"I'll see you later, then. I'm gonna stay and do self-pitch for a little, just some extra brush up," Alfred said. Antonio nodded his head before walking off, out of the park. Alfred watched him before picking up the last three baseballs and returning to home plate.

He had thirty balls in total but he never had to get them. His friend Ludwig had a trained German Shepard he could borrow. The dog rounded up all the baseballs for him, every single time. He'd never lost even one. Ludwig didn't mind; his dog got more training that way.

Balancing the baseball bat with his right hand, Alfred tossed the ball into the air with the left. The sphere swooped down, Alfred meeting it with the baseball bat. It went flying with a metallic cling echoing through the grassy park.

Again he threw the ball and sent it flying with a swing of his prized baseball bat. Last ball now; he'd have to make it the best hit of his life. He threw the ball into the air; last swing of the night. He waited until it was perfect before swinging his bat in the perfect arc; the ball soared through the sky, loud clang omitting from the bat. The ball kept flying and flying. This was one of the best hits he'd ever gotten!

Right up until it went into the backyard of a house.

Alfred groaned; he'd never hit it that far before. Not that it wasn't cool or anything, but now he'd have to go get it. He jogged over to the house where the ball had flown.

What if he broke a window? His parents already scolded him for breaking things at his house; how was he going to fix a window? It's a window! It's made of glass and costs too much money!

By the time he reached the house, he was panting. There was a chain link fence around the house and its neighbors he would have to walk all the way around, out of the park and into the subdivision to ring the doorbell.

Or he could just climb the fence.

This particular fence had grape vines all on it; it would make climbing hard, but it would still reduce the time greatly. He gripped the metal links in his hand and shoved his foot into one of the holes, slowly pulling himself up the fence. Slowly, he made it to the top, jumping over the fence and landing in a garden on the other side.

He brushed off his clothes, straightened the baseball cap on his head, and looked up- right into the angered eyes of a blonde haired boy, whose hand was clasped around a baseball, the other around what seemed to be a dead cat.

Alfred gulped as he looked at the boy. This was going to be hard to explain to his mother.

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This is my first chapter story here... I plan on continuing this. So it will be a new experience for me!

Props to 'MagicInTheDark' for helping me figure out stuff. Cool friend, bro.

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