Military Brat

Respect

Alfred had tried to stay out of trouble. Honestly. He gave them a chance to back down. He didn't cause them permanent damage or even anything worse than a few bruises. He really just wanted to go back to the military, to his home. He hated living like a civilian. No one understood how the bed was too soft, the way to talk with others was different, normal behaviors for him were not the social norm, the clothes felt weird and made him uncomfortable. and don't even get him started on the family aspect. Everyone worried that he might get triggered and have a panic attack. He wasn't allowed to wear combat boots all the time, Arthur having bought him a pair of tennis shoes that he absolutely loathed. The food was amazing, though. He could get used to that part. He always got scolded for jogging from 05:00 to 09:00 because they were worried about him messing something up and needing another surgery. He still did it. He made sure his room was just as clean as his barracks. This seemed to unnerve Arthur or some strange reason. 

He paid no mind to the students staring at him, some in awe and some in fear. He was used to the looks, got them enough at the different bases he went to. Matthew followed Alfred, slightly scared of his new younger brother. Alfred had won respect from many at the school from students and the security guards, even the teachers respected the teen's fighting spirit. The class Matthew had been dragged to was gym class, where the students gathered around the teacher in the middle of the gym. The teacher was a strange man, bubbly and kind and Italian and looked almost like one of the men Alfred had saved. The man told the group to start running laps for eight minutes as a warm up for the rest of the class. Alfred hadn't heard the man, stuck in his own thoughts as the rest of the class had gone to the side of the gym and started running. He was the only one in the middle of the gym with the teacher. He couldn't help but think that the man was the same one from the base. He stared blankly at the Italian teacher, his breathing coming in rapidly. Feliciano, mostly called Feli by students and staff alike, thought that the kid was going to pass out.

"Soldier, sit down. Now!' Feli felt terrible for using this tactic but the teen responded immediately with a quiet yes sir. "Breathe slowly in then out.' He was shocked that the teen did exactly as ordered. Once the teen's breathing was back to normal, Feli knelt down to look the kid in the eye. "What happened?" Feli's voice was filled with concern.

"You look exactly like Lieutenant Vargas. I believe his first name is Lovino or something. It just surprised me. It won't happen again, sir." The teen stood up and started to head to the side of the gym.

"You know my twin?" Feli was shocked, to say the least.

"Yes, sir. We served together briefly. he sure knows a shocking amount of colorful words." Alfred waited for Feli to dismiss him so that the conversation would be over. Feli did so, telling him he had to run sixteen laps before he could join the others. He finished his last lap as the students had just been paired up for sit up, push up, and pull up challenges. Alfred was paired with a girl named Natasha. She did all three categories while he kept track of the number of times she finished. When it was his turn, he started with pull ups and set the school record. he did the same for the other two exercises as well, his posture perfect and his breathing slightly labored. Before class ended, they had to do the daily mile run. Alfred ran three miles by accident and still finished before most of the class.