Stepping down the near-empty hallway of the university, Matthew looked around nervously, wringing his hands and shifting his bag every here and there. I'd like to get in at a decent time for my first day... he thought warily, tucking a strand of wavy, blonde hair behind his ear. Turning a corner, he reached the door and took a moment to take a deep breath. I hope they notice me! With that, Matthew opened the door, standing in the threshold and looking around for his art teacher.

Inside the door was a room that was more madhouse than art classroom. There were about eleven other students (it was a pretty small class). Several stood out in his mind. There was a blonde girl... boy... it...? who was staring out the window, twirling a pink pencil. Two blonde boys, one with noticeably... larger than usual eyebrows, argued about something that he could pick up on while another blonde, who had longer wavy hair, added in random statements that contradicted them both. Finally, there was a tall boy with dark brown-black hair and a noticeable... curl... in his hair, doodling in his notebook.

This is... Matthew stared in awe for a moment at the noticeably wrecked classroom. Weighing his options, the Canadian decided to stride over to where the art teacher sat at his desk, munching at a slice of pizza and painting a... was that a Nazi sign? What the hell was wrong with him? As he bobbed his head and hummed to himself, his curl bounced happily, almost just as happily as his own expression and well-being. "U-Um...! Excuse me...!" he piped up, voice an octave or two higher from nerves.

At first, the supposed teacher didn't seem to hear him. After two more tries, he finally turned his attention to him. "Ve~ Hello! Are you..." -He shot a glance at his clipboard- "Ve! Matthew Williams?" He peered at him over his pizza slice.

"U-Um, yes, I am!" Matthew rubbed at the back of his neck, nervously: a thing he tended to do when nervous. "I-It's nice to meet you, Mr. V-Vargas..." he looked around the classroom behind his glasses. When his gaze locked with the boy with the curl's, he blushed, a squeak escaping his lips, and turned back to look at Feliciano sharply.

Mr. Vargas gave a light, giggle-ish laugh. "And I you! There's a free seat next to Yong Soo over there~" He motioned towards Curl Doodle Kid. "Class will start once everyone settles down."

Like that would happen.

"Uh, th-thank you!" With that, Matthew headed over to the two-person desk that was only occupied by one at the time. Sitting down beside Yong Soo, Matthew rummaged through his backpack and got out his notebook and chewed-up, number 2 pencil. "I-I'm Matthew," he squeaked quietly, trembling in fear of making an enemy on the first day.

Yong Soo looked up, his curl bouncing slightly when he did. His face broke into a smile. "Hi!"

Startled by his sudden carefree smile, Matthew jumped a bit before shakily picking his pencil up and looking around. "U-Um... Do we ever... learn anything here? From the teacher? I-I don't mean to be rude!"

The other boy blinked. "You're new, aren't you?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Matthew blushes, giving away the apparent - and obvious - answer. New and shy.

Yong laughed at his expression and outstretched his hand to him. "My name's Im Yong Soo, but my first name's Yong Soo!" He paused. "It's an Asian thing. And you're Matthew?"

Tentatively, Matthew took his hand, blushing even more. "M-Matthew Williams. But, um... Yes, Matthew is my first name." he smiled sheepishly at his own correction.

The taller boy shook his hand eagerly. His longer-than-his-arm sleeve drooped a little from his arm.

After a moment, Matthew managed to pull his arm back and went to scribble something in his notebook. "So, um... What kind of art do you like?" he asked, wanting to get to know his partner.

"I like computer graphics and comics... And manhwa... And manga!" He enthused.

"I enjoy making my own comics," Matthew smiled, a true, friendly, 'I think we'll get along' smile. "I have a friend who is really interested in making comics, but he couldn't afford to come here."

"Really? Cool!" The other said, turning his attention back to his doodle -A fairly good sketch of a fluffy kitten- "Where you from?"

For a moment, Matthew looked at his comic of him and a friend that he was working on. "Um, Canada," he murmured, accidentally adding, "...eh."

Yong Soo had the decency not to laugh. "Betcha you can't guess where I'm from!" He said lightly.

"Um..." That was actual a hard one. "I-I actually can't, sorry. I don't know that many, er, Asians..." That sounded so racist! he thought dreadfully. Matthew worried his lower lip, looking at his comic.

"I'm Korean~" Yong Soo said lightly. "I've lived in America for most my life, though..."

"Oh, really? Why is that? I-If it's okay for me to ask..." Matthew frowned, doodling his curl onto his comic figure and trying not to over exaggerate it.

"We~ell..." Yong Soo's gaze drifted up to the ceiling. He laughed again, but it was a lot quieter. "Just... Family matters, is all."

"I-I see..." Matthew dipped his head in a nod, shading in his comic character's shirt. "That's understandable. I also have family matters, but they're inside of this state... which wasn't a great choice, but I've lived here for almost 10 years now. I turned 18 just this July, by the way," he murmured on a side note. "I just barely got into the university because of my connections and family..."

"Oh..." Yong Soo said. "Well that's, that, I guess~ Shall I introduce to the others after class?"

"Er...!" -People...?- "Um, you don't -have- to, but... if you must..." Matthew murmured in a quieter-than-usual voice.

"Being shy won't get you far here~" Yong Soo said. He seemed about to add something else when a clear voice sounded through the room. "Ve~ It's time for class!"

"Oh.. So we actually have class here," Matthew murmured, closing his notebook to look at Feliciano, who had stood up and walked to the chalkboard at the front of the classroom.

Mr. Vargas started writing on the board.

"First Term Project"

"First things first, we have a new student. You all aren't in kindergarten, though, so don't make a big deal about it until later~ Next, I'll be introducing you all to a project~ I requires a partner, so choose whoever!"

Scribbling in his notebook again, Matthew continued to listen, hiding his face and praying that Mr. Vargas wouldn't introduce him. Praying... Just praying. Something he almost never did.

"For the project, you just have to work together to find something you have in common with your partner and paint it together. It can either be literal or not! I'll grade it based off of emotion, coloring, quality, and cooperation~" the teacher stopped for a second. Er... Ve... That's it~! Choose your partner! It's due on March 9th!

"Sounds easy enough..." Matthew murmured to himself, hiding his face more in his curtain of wavy hair. "Now just to find out my partner... Wh-What if they don't like me?" he worried his lip again, nervous about meeting the others. He didn't even realize he had begun to talk to himself out loud. "It'll be like high school all over again!"

Soon, everyone in the class started partnering up. Matthew felt a poke on his arm. Yong Soo shot him a sheepish smile. "Um... Do you want to be my partner?"

Matthew looked up, noticing everyone had a partner but him and Yong Soo. "Um... Sure..."

"Yay!" Yong Soo exclaimed, excited to work with Matthew.

"Right..." the Canadian looked around the classroom, spotting the bushy-browed student and furrowing his own, much less bushy eyebrows. I've seen him before...

He was currently yelling at the other blonde, which to have no effect, much to his antagonization.

And that other kid... Matthew frowned, shaking away his thoughts. -The world isn't that small.-

"Hm? Why're you staring at Arthur and Francis?"

Snapping out of one of his many moments of talking to himself, Matthew blushed and looked back at the Korean. "It's nothing. Th-They just looked like people I knew, especially the uh... the guy with the green eyes." It would be rude to say 'the guy with the big eyebrows'!

"Bushy brows?" The Korean said wryly. "That's Arthur. He moved here from England a year ago."

"England, huh..." A flash of hanging out in England when he was 15 came to mind and Matthew furrowed his brows. "I see. A year ago?" That's ironic. Alfred just became president a year ago... No, this Arthur guy couldn't have anything to do with Alfred... could he?

Yong Soo nodded. "Wanna go talk to them?"

"Um..!" Matthew weighed his options. It would be nice to make new friends... He nodded. "Sure... You know them well, I'm guessing?"

Yong Soo shrugged. "I'm not, like bosom buddies with anyone, but I know them well enough." He said lightly.

"O-Okay..." Matthew shifted, unsure of how to get their attention.

"You ass! Why did I have to be paired with you?" could be heard over the noise of the classroom and Matthew winced. He sounded scary!

"Hahaha~ You know you love me~" The other blonde, said, paying no attention to Arthur's hostility.

"Oi, Arthur!" Yong Soo called to catch their attention.

About to call the French a 'dim-witted bastard', Arthur turned around and his anger melted when he noticed that it was Yong Soo who had called for him. He held his hand out to shove Francis out of his seat, chuckling in amusement and walking over to stand by Yong Soo and Matthew's desk. "You called?" he muttered, large eyebrows furrowing. "I was in the middle of making that ass cry."

Matthew hid his face behind his hair and his glasses fell onto the desk. Blushing, he looked up and grabbed them, momentarily dazed by how enormously huge Arthur's eyebrows were up close. Thankfully, the other didn't seem to notice his moment of staring.

"I'm showing this kid around." Yong Soo said, despite the fact that he was the youngest person in the college, let alone that classroom.

"Oh..." Arthur offered Matthew a kind smile. "You remind me of this kid I know," he said on a side note. "But his hair was shorter and he was constantly bugging me about going to McDonalds and buying a million hamburgers, the twit."

"What?" Matthew gaped. "Wh-What was his name?"

"I believe his name is Alfred... Alfred F. Jones. Why?" Arthur's smile turned into a concerning frown. "Just about everyone in America knows him because he's the youngest president."

Unsure of whether he should be upset, happy, or angry, Matthew could only rub that back o his neck. "Th-That's my brother..."

"You've got to be pulling my leg, poppit. I've known that kid since he was 5. He's an only child."

The Canadian glared at the floor, hands balling up into fists. "He's such a dirty liar! Why would he lie about such a thing? I'm his twin brother! I'm his older twin brother! He was born three days after me because our mother had pre-labor problems and died because of it! I have proof!" he exclaimed, getting wound up. "I..." he dug the heel of his palms into his watery eyes. "I'm not a liar..."

Arthur frowned, taken aback from the seemingly quiet boy's sudden exclamation. The whole class had gone dead silent to listen. One student exclaimed, "There's no way he could be related to the president!" Another cried, "I didn't know we had a new student!"

Yong Soo was frowning thoughtfully at Matthew during his outburst and finally snapped, "I believe him! I mean, doesn't he look like him?"

"You like, have a point." The he-she sitting by the window piped up. His voice had a valley girl tone too. "He has the blond hair and glasses and all..."

Matthew cracked a half-smile, encouraged by their words. He looked up at Arthur, who looked uneasy. "I can prove it to you."

"How so?" Arthur wondered, curious to hear.

"I..." How will I prove it? Matthew mentally kicked himself. I'm starting to act like Al! I shouldn't act on impulse! "I can call him or... or umm... Yeah, I could try..."

"Good idea." Yong Soo said lightly. "What'll you say to him?"

"I'll..." Matthew shifted uncomfortably. He had no idea someone was actually up for it. "I'll ask if he was busy... But he's not. He's on vacation, but I'll act like I didn't know."

"How do you know his schedule?" Arthur questioned. "This is getting suspicious."

"Sorry..." Matthew flushed. "I've been wanting to make up for quite awhile now..." He pulled out his phone and pressed the 7 button, which was Alfred's speed dial. The tone dial went for a few times and then a click. A male Lithuanian answered the phone. "Oh, hey, Toris... It's nice to know you're still alive," he shakily teased, his eyes looking everywhere but the students. "U-Um... Is Al around? Uh-huh... Yeah, I'm sorry to disturb you." He waited a moment and then almost jumped out of his seat when the loud 'hello?' from his brother echoed through his eardrums.

This got Arthur's attention. "Put it on speakerphone, will you?"

The Canadian did so and placed the phone on his desk, saying, "Um, hey, Al..."

A three-second pause.
"MATTIE!" The voice on the phone, sounding a lot like Matthew's but louder and more energetic exclaimed excitedly. "Hey! What's up? It's been so long."

Beginning to grin like an idiot, Matthew managed to say, "U-Um, yeah! Well, I-I'm in class and all, b-but there's a friend of yours who's here. He says you... He says you told him..." his grin faded. "...that you were an only child."

"Oh... Who was this?" Alfred's voice demanded.

"His name is Arthur. He claims to know you for quite awhile."

Arthur's brows furrowed. "I'm right here, fatass. You're probably stocked up on hamburgers on your vacation, aren't you?"

"A-Arthur?" Confusion saturated Matthew's twin's voice. "I... I'm sorry, Mattie. I'm busy. We'll catch up, later kay?"

"W-Wait, Al...! We haven't talked in so long..." Alfred hung up and Matthew stared at his phone, too shocked to do anything. Tears welled up in his eyes and he stood up, grabbing his phone and pushing past the crowd to leave the classroom without a word. He ran outside the university and punched the speed dial number, holding the phone to his ear and praying - praying for the second time that day - that Alfred would pick up for a second time. If he was available then, he had to be available now.

Arthur looked at the door where Matthew had left, surprised that he had ditched just like that. He turned back to Yong Soo. "Ah, well that was..."

Alfred didn't answer.

Yong Soo sighed. "Aw, hell."

Suddenly, Mr. Vargas sat up at his desk. "Haah? Ve...? What happened?"

"Al..." Matthew closed his phone and reopened it, trying again. When he didn't get an answer, he left a voicemail. "Al, I don't know what's wrong, but I feel like it's my fault. Could you please call back? Um... bye." The Canadian stuffed his phone back into his pocket, stepping into the university once more and hurrying towards the receptionist desk. "Um, could I have the key to room 701? I didn't receive one." He thanked her and hurried to his room, tears falling down his face while he unlocked his door. Breathing heavily through the tears, Matthew shut his door and locked it, looking around at the bed on the right that had all of his luggage laid next to it. A dorm... Great. He shuddered and hid in a corner, trying to call his brother again in a desperate need to make up.

The Brit shook his head, wondering what the hell had just happened. "I have no idea. He tried calling his brother, then I spoke up and he freaked and hung up. Matthew left just a minute ago. I don't know where the poppit ran off to."

"Weird... Oh well~ I was going to end class anyway. Dismissed~!"

Arthur hurried out, feeling sincerely worried for Matthew, even though he had just met him. He reminds me of Al so much, except his personality... Definitely not his personality. The Brit grabbed his bag and turned to the receptionist, requesting the room where Matthew Williams was bunked.

"He just checked in. He's in room 701."
"Thank you," he gave a quick nod and hurried off, taking on the several stairs and reaching his room at last. Now the hard part...

Yong Soo sighed, and grabbed his bag to hang over his shoulder. He took out his card key with had his room number printed on it neatly.
701.

"Umm..." Arthur hummed out loud, knocking hesitantly. If Matthew was really telling the truth... Could he also have the same anger problem as Alfred? Would he lash out at him if he said something wrong? Footsteps came from the other side and the door opened a crack. "Matthew? Thank goodness you're oka-" Slam! "-ay..." Attempt to make sure Matthew was okay: Success. Attempt to get Matthew to talk to him: Failed.

Matthew had slammed the door in his face and, for once, the guilt that would usually make his stomach clench and cramp didn't appear. He looked at his call history. 48 calls sent to Alfred and 23 Voicemails unreceived. "He hasn't opened them yet..." he murmured, choking up.

Yong Soo stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall when he saw Arthur walking towards him. He knew the blonde didn't stay on that floor, so why was he there?

"Arthur?" He finally asked. He wasn't shy about those sorts of things.

Arthur frowned when he noticed that Yong Soo had come to the floor. "I didn't know your dorm was up here," was all he said, and walked past the taller boy.

"Yeah." He said lightly, heading to his room. With a slide of his card, he opened the door-to see a certain blonde with glasses and a crushed expression on his face that most certainly wasn't there the day before. "Gah-"

Matthew looked up, startled beyond his wits when the door opened. He collected himself and stood up, stepping away from his corner and fixing his glasses. "Y-Yong Soo? What are you doing in my..." he looked around and spotted a picture frame on the nightstand between the two beds with three people in the picture... one of them being a younger looking Yong Soo.

"Uh, what am I doing in your dorm... is what you would probably ask..." Matthew laughed shakily. "Small world...?"

Yong Soo smiled. "Yup." He headed to the bed on what was his side the room, and sat down. "Thank God I cleaned my room. They told me that I'd have a roommate, but I wasn't paying attention to the date!" He admitted sheepishly.

"I-I'm not picky..." Boy, was that a lie. Matthew grabbed his suitcase and lifted it onto his bed, unzipping it and looking through its contents. When he found what he was looking for, he grabbed it and set it on his nightstand. A picture of him and Alfred when they were a little younger, laughing and cheering for Matthew's favorite hockey team back in Canada. Thankfully, their friend had gotten it at a good moment instead of when Matthew was shouting at the team and getting a little too worked up and almost getting them kicked out. Those were the days... He smiled at the frame, adjusting it on the table and going back to his suitcase.

"Well, that's good." The other said. He seemed to be casually putting stuff away, one of the things tucked into his dressers the picture Matthew had seen earlier. He wanted to ask if Matthew was okay, but deep down, he was scared of talking to others about feelings and crap.

"So, um..." Matthew started digging through his suitcase some more and tensing up when he saw the photo album stuffed into his bag. "When did I put this here...?"

"Here! You can have it! Take it to college with you!"

"But, Al... This is yours!"

"Think of it as a sorry gift for ruining yours."

Matthew smiled to himself. "Right..." he set the photo album in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. "Um, Yong Soo, do you mind if we... talk? I'd like to, um, get to know my roommate, if that's alright with you."

Yong Soo blinked. "Really? Sure. I don't mind talking." He gave him a small smile. "What do you want to talk about specifically?"

"Hmm... What exactly..." Matthew settled down on his bed, crossing his legs in a noticeably feminine gesture. "Family," he said bluntly. "Cause I really don't have any. You seem to, though." Without even thinking, he brought up that horrid topic, all too curious about parents and family quarrels. "I'll start off. My father ran away when my mother died while giving birth to Al."

Yong Soo blinked. "I see." He didn't seem overly eager to add to the conversation. "I don't have much to say."

Kristen: That was the end of chapter one of "Family, Friendship, and Crazy Asians"! Expect chapter two soon, as I am currently in the middle of editing it! This was originally a roleplay played out by me and my beloved Na-chan. These roleplays are messaged through Facebook messages and after we finish a chapter or story, I go back and copy/paste everything into a Word document. If you see any dashes(-) around some text, then that's because I missed an italics source. Sorry! I'm not perfect! If there are any shifty POVs, then you know why now.

Nani: Heyyy readers that hopefully are out there! I'm still a fanfic newb, yet I haven't posted any on my actual account yet. I haven't gotten the hang of everyone yet, so excuse me if Yong Soo, Alfred, or anyone else I roleplay in the future are horribly OOC.

Characters:

Kristen-

Matthew

Arthur

Nani-

Yong Soo

Feliciano

Francis

Felicks

Alfred