Hello my name is: a PruCan fanfic

Fluffly Extra!

April 1st, to all my consideration, is the WORST day of the year. To all of Alfred's consideration.... it's his favourite day. I have no clue as to when this obsession of making sure he used every trick in the book to ruin my life on this day began, but I guess you could say age three would be a good place to start.

As a three year old I absolutely hated lady bugs. With an immense passion I would scream when one came near me (not like a girl, no. Stop picturing that.) Alfred on the other hand thought all disgusting and deadly things were cool, and collected them in creepy little jars that our mom never had the heart to throw away. As you can imagine, he decided to celebrate April Fools by dumping a whole jar in my bed. I wasn't too happy to wake up with my least favourite thing on earth snoozing next to me.

Now being me, I'm horrible at keeping tracking of times, the time,
the days of the week, and the days of the month. Who does? Perpetually waking up to another boring day, it took a few seconds to remember "Hey! It's the weekend!" And another few to get slapped by reality and check my phone to see if I was notified for anything.

One text lit up my phones dull cracked, from an earlier beating, screen.

Alfred: Hey, wut u doin 2day???

Scoffing at the bad "text language" my brother had picked up, I quickly begin to compose a message back.

Matthew: I'm not sure, I have to work at 3:30 so I'll probably just wait for that.

Alfred: U wan 2 hang out???

Matthew: Fine, when?

Alfred: im outside

Pursing my lips, I toss my phone on my bed and search around for a liable pair of jeans I can wear. Finding a pair on the ground, I pick them up and smell them deeming them acceptable and throwing them on. Scooping up my phone, that goes back in my pocket and I'm sitting in Alfred's car thirty seconds later.

"Hey dude!"

Alfred chirped, even more uncharacteristically happy than normal. Handing me a Pringles can he giggled. Sighing in relief at the presence of food I didn't notice his hand creeping towards the knob of the radio.

Jumping as:
"I'M NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN, NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND OR HURT YOU!"

Blared from the speakers, I opened the can and stupid wormy things popped out. Gritting my teeth Alfred laughed and apologized while I glared at him.

"Truce?" He asked holding out his hand. Sighing I nodded and took it, yelling from a shock.

Today was going to be horrible.

After nearly getting my hair shaved off, a bucket of ice cold water in my face, and fifteen more shocks later I sitting on a bench with a can of Pepsi glued to my hand and a down expression.

I hate this day.

Before I knew it someone had joined me on the bench and the stupid song for when I got in Alfred's car started playing again. Grinding me teeth I turn to the person in full meaning to yell at them, but paused when I saw the crimson eyes meet mine.

"Rick rolled ya!"  Gilbert said with a wide grin, and a laugh that was purely unique to him.

All ideas of yelling halted as I saw how the joy lit up his boyish face, I offered a small smile.

"You got me..." I muttered looking down at my hands.

"You look like you went through a Hell of a day." He commented

I silently wondered where he got the idea, then looked down to see that my shirt was still soaked with traces of silly string clinging onto the fabric.

"Older brothers...." I muttered shaking my head, then hearing him laugh again.

"It's our job! You should see Luddy!"

"Actually, I do see him.... he's right behind you.... pink hair?"

Listening as Gilbert yelped and tried to run, his attempts were feeble and he was easily caught. They left with a wave, a few curse words, and unhappy goodbyes. I left for work.

April Fools Day. Stupidest day ever, but at least some people get to have their fun.