The Jock & The Punk : A Romerica Fanfiction
Warning: This chapter depicts actions of homophobia and bad choices in parenting. I will not be writing out the slurs instead using * because I do my feel comfortable writing them.
As Alfred drove home from his, now boyfriend, Romano's house, he felt the butterflies in his stomach morph into something darker. Something like fear.
His mom was going to tear into him about coming home late. Also, having a boyfriend would make her even more livid.
As he drove into the car port, next to his Mom's and brothers car, his head was telling him to run away. Romano's mom had made Alfred, though not on purpose, jealous. The blonde's mom had never been the most caring. Only during certain nights did she talk about how she wished for him to be a hero. Instead, She would always give people the side glance if she didn't approve of their "style of living." And that was on a good day.
Alfred remembered the first time his mom and had him ran into an openly-gay couple. She started screaming slurs, throwing anything in their general vicinity.
From that day on, he repressed the emotions he had felt for boys from his mother. He always knew he was gay, but he knew he couldn't tell his mother. What would happen to him?
He heard his mom, on a good day, whisper in his mind.
He couldn't! But then again, maybe she's changed. It's been years since she freaked out. Maybe she learned from her mistakes.
So Alfred decided he was going to go inside the house, sit at the kitchen table, and tell his mom and brother, that he had a new lover.
Alfred walked into the house, hearing footsteps coming down the stairs. He saw Mattie sitting at the couch.
Matthew mouthed "she's pissed." Alfred replied with "She might be even more after this." Matthew gave a confused look back to Alfred.
"Alfred F. Jones! Where in the world have you been?"
"Ah, sorry Mom. I was with someone. Then when I dropped them off, their mom had asked to make me dinner. Their mom wouldn't let me deny politely so I ate with them."
Alfred's mom had looked a lot like him. Both were blonde and had the same shaped face and eyes. But their eyes, those were different. Not just with the color, but with their emotions. His eyes were full of kindness and compassion, while hers were fierce and hateful. Something Alfred was always scared about.
"Mom, I actually want to talk to you about something."
His Mom had walked in the kitchen, making some tea so she could call herself down. Alfred followed her.
"Well, uh, I got a partner."
Alfred could feel two sets of eyes on him, one from his brother that seemed to be pleading to not say anything in fear to cause uproar, and the other pair which Alfred couldn't quite read.
"Well, he's actually a he."
All you heard was the sound of a glass breaking, and a slap following right after. Alfred's cheek stung. His mom had never hit him before.
Alfred couldn't respond. Matthew had ran from the couch to see what happened when he heard the glass shatter, being able to see the slap.
"You're a fucking ******?!"
"Mom, you need to calm down-"
"No Matthew! I'm not going to have a son has a ***!"
Tears stung at the corners of Alfred's eyes.
'I thought she changed.' Alfred started to blur everything together, not being able to feel the sting on his face anymore, not hearing the loud voices, not hearing his Mom storm upstairs.
Alfred took a shakey breath, finally getting out of the dissociative trance.
"Why would you tell her?"
"I- I thought she might've changed."
Matthew pulled on Alfred's arm as he took him into the living room to sit on the couch.
"I don't think it's a good idea for either of us to stay home tonight."
Alfred shook his head. He was still pretty shaken up from the harassment.
"I- I can maybe ask 'Mano if I could stay with him. Would you want to come with me or go somewhere else?"
"Well, I don't really have anyone else."
Matthew was a quiet person who didn't like to talk to many people in fear of what they'd say.
So the boys nodded their heads at each other and packed their things.
Matthew insisted on driving the two in his car, a red jeep, in case Romano's mother had said no. Alfred told him that she probably would say yes, but Matthew was too riddled with anxiety to not take the jeep.
As the two boys drove, the radio was on and playing pop music from 10 years ago. It was weirdly comforting for Alfred. It reminded him of his past, when his Mom didn't scream slurs at his face. He longed to go back then, but considered it a bit more.
"Down this road?" Matthew asked, getting a 'mhm' in response.
Before he knew it, the two were in front of Romano's house.
Alfred stumbled his way up to the door, mind fuzzy due to the hard slap his mother had gave him, and knocked on the door.
"Who the fuck is here at 11 o' clock at night?"
They heard a voice proclaim, footsteps walking up to the door.
Romano stopped in mid sentence when he saw his boyfriend at the front door, one side of his face red in the shape of a handprint, and a guy who looked a lot like Alfred behind him.
The blonde tried speaking, only getting sobs out of his mouth. He started breathing erratically when Romano ushered him inside.
Romano sat Alfred on the couch, nodding at the other man to come in, and sat next to him.
"Mom, she isn't very accepting. She went off on him when he told her that he had a boyfriend."
Matthews gaze fell to his brother, back up to the Italian and nodded.
"I told him it wasn't a good idea to stay in the house tonight. She's unpredictable."
Romano's gaze left Alfred's brother (he guessed based on him saying Mom) and back to the quivering boy in his arms.
"Romano, what's going on?"
Romano's mom came into the living room, Feliciano following behind.
"Mom, it's Alfred's mom."
Miss Vargas' eyes sorrowed, as she looked at the slap on Alfred's face.
Romano nodded, and watched Feli's eyes widen before heading to the kitchen, probably to fix a cup of tea for the American.
Miss Vargas took a few steps towards Alfred, careful to be quiet and show no sudden movements, and kneeled to the floor, grabbing his hand gently.
She looked up at the other blonde, and asked, "Do you two want to stay here for a bit? We have enough room and an extra bedroom."
Matthew shocked expression told it all. She smiled warmly, looking back to the other blonde.
"Alfred, you both can stay for however long you like. I don't mind."
Alfred moved his head from Romano's shoulder to look at Miss Vargas. The brokenness in his eyes was unbearable. She had just met this boy, and he had already been through so much in the span of a few hours.
"Now you four are not going to school tomorrow. You have been through too much and it's the middle of the night. You will be exhausted in the morning. I'll make the boys get your sleeping situation covered, and you can go back to school on Thursday."
Matthew smiled and thanked Miss Vargas. She said it was just her being a good mother, and walked back upstairs to her room, before making sure Romano knew the rule of no funny business, causing the said Italian to blush.
Feliciano told Matthew where he would be sleeping, and maybe Alfred, depending if he would leave Romano's side.
"Hey, Feliciano, is it? Aren't you friends with that one German guy?"
Feli was just about to walk out the room when Matthew asked the question.
"Huh? Which one? There's Luddy, and his older brother Gil."
"Uh, the one who has white hair?"
"Oh that's Gil! What about him?"
"Uh, I was just wondering. He talked to me today and I was really confused."
Feliciano hummed and said his good nights to Matthew before leaving.
In short, Alfred couldn't leave Romano's side, so they decided to sleep out in the living room.
It took a bit for Alfred's panic to go down, but with Romano, it was easier.
Thankfully, the next day would be much better.
Il tesoro - honey, darling, treasure (Italian)
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